I Reincarnated as a Noble Girl Villainess But Why Did It Turn Out This Way? (WN)

Something called rituals of passage often exists in certain parts of society.

At the Grand Temple of Missorua, the main mountain of Art Kusha religion that can surround the royal palace of the King's capital. Kneeling for hours in the dark, I thought about it beside penance.

For the people of this Arxian kingdom, the age of seven becomes the first milestone in their lives.

It is at this age that he becomes punished by the law. In other words, you will take a full oath to follow the laws of Kusha and be responsible for breaking them.

Civilian children in the territory become rituals to the extent that they are gathered in a nearby chapel for their birthday celebrations to be heard about the contents of the sacrament, except for the noble children.

Contact this Grand Temple of Missorua to set a date and time for the ritual to be performed, and perform the ritual, and then perform the ritual for half a day in this dark room to penance alone. He then recites a passage of the sacred code and vows subordination to the law before God and the clergy.

At the same time, this ritual is also intended for official admission to the Church of Earl Kusha.

Until the age of seven, it's like a temporary incoming letter. The proportion of children dying by the age of seven is very high, and it has to do with the fact that it is difficult to distinguish good from bad until that age.

In one corner of my head I constantly whisper that the colorful and floating memories of my previous life are not all frigid, such as religion. I myself silence that voice that appeals to the idiocy of the action of closing in the dark for half a day and making penance.

It doesn't matter if Missorua is real or not. For me to belong to Earl Kusha, I don't need any true faith or anything else. What matters is whether or not we follow a society ordered by its doctrine.

About six months ago, when I was asleep for nearly a month, I had been dreaming about my previous life.

Many things I had forgotten were remembered by it. But for some reason it cannot be accepted as a matter of its own past, and it feels as if it is the protagonist of a loaded novel or a whisper of a ghost.

I am Eliza Cardia, who lives in the Arxian kingdom, and not the young woman who lived in Japan.

Now in this darkness, I am seriously looking back on my sins so far, even in the pose of kneeling thanks, with the intention of making a distinction between myself and myself in my previous life.

At the end of the ritual as planned, I went around the cathedral of the Great Temple for a while.

The Grand Temple has a guardian, Count Teresia, as my escort, but he is here for a favor.

A bishop has finally arrived in our realm who can perform the ritual of Kusha. Something about the movement of the bishop, such as gathering documents and packing conditions, is what the Count is doing this time.

For this reason I think of the bishop, the high priest from the memory of the previous life, but in the Church of Earl Kusha I refer to the general teaching profession. It's literally because he's a teacher.

Follow the cleric's guidance into the diocese. At that moment, I was so fascinated by the finesse of the construction and the spectacular scenery.

Exquisite stone statue sculptures and wooden frames are assembled with unparalleled beauty wherever the gaze is directed, with two muscles of water flowing out of the front pedestal.

The round windows, wide open to the ceiling, were made of flowery stained glass, which shed fantastic light in the cathedral. The treasure balls embedded in the eyes of the statue sculpture shine in its light, which reinforces the extraordinarily unrealistic sight inside the diocese.

At the top of the lecture hall was an altar dedicated to the remains of Saint Ahar, and surprisingly it was a fountain. A springing spring of water is edged in a circle with stone, and a coffin with the remains in its center is erected.

"It would be wonderful"

A guide cleric said that with a little pride. I just have to snort. Because I don't know anything else about beautiful buildings by now, even fishing for memories of previous lives.

I kept an eye on the extra brilliance and let my gaze play in turn from those who caught my interest for a while. The cleric beside me is watching me in silence. Apparently they make me watch until I get bored.

That's how he looked from the ceiling to the floor, from the wall to the lectures and the decorated finishing touches, and he was called from behind.

"Oh, shit... isn't that Cardia's daughter"

He was such a strange voice, like an old man and a young man, like a woman and a man. Distinctive. That sounds familiar.

Looking back, there was a man in a white coat.

"Father Farris..."

"Looks like you did the sworn ritual. He looks terrible when he confesses..."

That cleric, who performed my birthday ceremony last spring, is laughing with indescribable thinness. When I saw it for a year, I could see that my cheeks were convulsed by the way it looked in my memory but not in the same dimensions.

"... how dare you be a young man and carry your business that far"

He whined somewhere fun about what was funny, and his shoulder bounced on its own.

This inexperienced cleric feels very unstable because he doesn't know what he's thinking and then acts like he's being seen through his mind.

"Dear Miyagi, don't tease Viscount Cardia too much..."

A guiding cleric praises Cleric Farris with a troubled voice. Cleric Farris glanced lightly over his shoulder and went straight to the altar.