On the second day of the Birthday Celebration, clerics are invited from the Church to perform the ceremony of the Blessing. To welcome a qualitative carriage that arrived early in the morning, plans continued yesterday and went crazy today.
"This is... Lord Farris..."
At first glance at that cleric who stepped out of the carriage, the Earl of Teresia raises his voice. Faris? Weren't the clerics being sent today by the name of Armeness? Surprisingly, I bow my head softly because the voice of Count Theresia contained quite a surprise. Because only being a high priest is certain.
Just before I was thankful, my eyes only met for a moment. My skin peels in pure black eyes that do not allow any color bias.
A cleric named Farris, dressed in a white weave coat and vale and feathering a black shawl from his shoulder and carrying a wand and sword longer than his back length in both hands, was a man who was not sure of his age or gender.
The head of the wand is a symbol that simplifies the balance, the triangular ring, and the forehead part of the circlet, which suppresses the vale, is decorated with a decoration that mimics the eyes. Each is a balance that seeks the sins of those who possess Missorua and a Kusha symbol that manifests the mind eye that foresees sin, and the sword is a symbol of punishment and order.
"Siegmund. Long time no see."
It was like a woman speaking low consciously, or a man speaking high consciously. I don't know my gender more and more. Recently Camill, who also began to imitate his last name (Paige), kept the person's shawl and could still not tell which of the men and women his figure was, even if he could see the line around his shoulders.
"How did Lord Almenes do?"
"I've been driven out here to pray for spring festivals everywhere. I got tired, so I changed today."
A tone and attitude like that of an old man, totally disproportionate to a face whose skin tensed brightly, still seemingly convincing to be said of a teenager. And for some reason, I'm not uncomfortable.
I follow the two of them in silence as they walk out to the hall. A cleric named Farris saw him as soon as he got off the carriage, and he wouldn't turn his attention to me. Around what the Earl of Teresia permits, he also has an idea of how high a cleric the hell is.
A distinction exists between clergy and other monks and priests. The priest is endowed with an identity by the king, who serves the royal palace and temple and performs various rituals, belonging to both the church and the royal palace. Speaking of priests whose disrespect is forgiven by me, the Viscount, is more than the head of the temple, the Miyagi… compared to the ranks of the aristocracy, he is roughly equivalent to the senior counts.
I wonder why so many big men came here on purpose to give their men a break.
"Since when is the ceremony?
"We have lunch scheduled"
Farris has a wide stride and walks fast. While admiring the long hem of the coat, which is difficult to walk, it becomes a small run to the point of not being rude. Little children's bodies are not liberty to the extent that they occasionally recall.
"Until then, can I even watch it in the garden?
"… of course"
The Earl of Teresia leans over to me. You want me to go back to the museum? Would it also be necessary to show them through the garden? The Earl of Teresia will have a degree of support as well, so you might want to drop someone off.
He escorted two people to the courtyard without entering the hall, accompanied by Kamil, who had not spoken a word in relation to his identity.
There is no room for prayer and worship in the Golden Hill Hall. Normally, if it is also the Lords' Hall, it will be co-located... The head of the Cardia family some generations ago seems to have crushed it, but I don't really know the details because I don't have a record at the time. I am very curious as to why I did not have to break the gate after doing so.
Since there is still no room for a new chapel, this ritual will be performed in a small cathedral built in the direct jurisdiction.
A cathedral cleansed and tidied by the hands of those who work in the hall. I think the internal making is similar to the chapel where I said it in my previous life...... It's somewhat western-style, maybe I just felt that way because it's a religious place.
Because I can hardly remember what the characteristics of a chapel that I thought was similar. If we spend six years in a world of completely different cultures and lives, we become terribly obscure, such as previous memories.
The interior of the diocese is deep, and at its deepest there is an altar. The altar was decorated with huge scales and swords, and the walls were tiled with symbols of Earl Kusha Church imitating the eyes.
Having lived a life with little connection to religious places from my previous life to this day, I look at it unexpectedly because it feels so strange. Or maybe the light slipping through the stained glass skylight just seemed dazzling.
A coat made of white cloth at all costs. Due to its development for liturgical purposes, the hem and the length of the vale are long enough to be drawn, although it is not decorative. I proceeded under the altar withstanding its weight. There stands a priest Farris waiting for me with a cane and a sword in both hands.
This ceremony is known for its very small number of participants, and it is assumed that the clergy to be partitioned, the person to whom the blessing is to be given and, if the person is a minor, his guardian, and even the "witness" who has no blood ties to it, should be aligned.
Because it is necessary to eliminate sinfulness in order to receive God's blessings, this ritual has the aspect of judging the sins of those who inevitably receive blessings. It is therefore more secretive than other ceremonies.
Church of Earl Kusha, the national religion of the Arksian kingdom. The religion to which that church belongs is called Kusha, intertwined in a sect. It is often called the Orthodox Church because the largest sect of Kusha, created by Saint Ahar, who founded the Kingdom of the Divine Art Kusha Law a thousand years ago, was the Art Kusha Church, and Saint Ahar was the direct blood of the great god Kusha Fema, the founding fathers of Kusha.
What is common to all of that Kusha is the concepts of sin, judgment and law.
Whatever sect of Kusha, the "sacramental code", a book that summarizes the sacramental words left by the great god Kusha Fema, is enshrined as a classic. Sometimes this book describes a legal system that is so advanced that it is still used in modern times, and it is important in Kusha to maintain order in a person's society and to make a rational living.
A cleric's hand touches my shoulder with his forehead at my feet.
"Begin the ceremony of blessing with this. Eliza, son of Owe, raise your face and know your sins."
Face up according to Farris's voice. Of the plates of the balance decorated on the altar, on the left is the decision that sin, and on the right is put on virtue; in the case of aristocracy with territory, on the left is the "sacred code", and on the right is the norm.
... So when I saw what was there, I thought I would hold my breath.
On the plate on the left was a roll of parchment and a branch of poisonous celery.
On the plate on the right there is a bunch of golden wheat hoes and for some reason here is a bottle of poisonous celery. Make sure you hide in that shadow, there's a little shriveled wildflowers.
The more my heart aches, the more I pulse. Her throat was cramped and she forgot to breathe. There was a shock like getting hit in the head.
"The balance is leaning to the right. Your sins have been atoned for. Therefore, looking at one's sins is the punishment."
Faris' voice sounds dull and swirls at his properly paralyzed brain. The Earl of Teresia could gently slap my back, staring at the balance, and squeeze out the breath that had swept away from the back of his throat.
Branches of poisonous celery placed on both plates. The bright green colour attracts me to what happened to my gaze.
How long have you known? How did they know? Was it the Earl of Teresia who knew? Or did Cleric Farris somehow find out?
My body is wary of the fact that my great sin was already known to someone. I also found myself cold and cold from the tip of my hands and feet on the back with a blunt head, as if my heart had been filled with ice water.
"Don't forget your sins. - Then bless you more than Missorua."