The Temple of Shanak - the Temple of White Asia standing directly next to the Royal Palace - gives the impression of elegance and cleanliness over the Grand Temple of Missorua, just a short distance from the aristocratic district. Civilians also come to the Grand Temple, but the main users of this temple, which stands at the heart of the aristocratic city, are the nobles, or the royalty.
"That's fast. I thought I'd get a little lost."
A small diocese in the deepest part of the temple, which is usually not open to the outside. Cleric Farris, who waited there, still welcomes us in a voice that neither young nor old could tell.
The interior of the temple had a more complex structure than any building I had ever seen. What did not go astray was, surprisingly, Claudia's lead.
"... I had a wild idea."
There was a slight sign of Claudia laughing behind her back. I'm not complimenting you.
"It's superimposed. Now, hang up and be patient. I asked you to listen to the old man's long story today."
Cleric Farris pointed to the chair with an emotionally illegible, demonic smile. Claudia, a samurai, goes in and pulls the chair, and I sit down there.
As Latka and Claudia lowered their hips on the couch placed at the edge of the room, Faris finally scratched off the creepy grin with two.
─ ─ Are you tired? Losing the look on his face, strangely enough, he looks old enough not to feel uncomfortable when Faris is said to be the same age as the Earl of Teresia. No, if Claudia's story earlier is true, it should be her real age.
"This is the third time I've seen it."
"Yeah, that's right"
When he nodded at what he had been asked without retrieval, Farris glanced into my eyes. What, I pull myself out of my way. She looks obviously creepy today.
Farris narrowed her eyes for a while and seemed to be quietly exploring the back of my eyes for what she was about to see.
"... you assimilate fast. Almost invisible. Are you accelerating?"
So abruptly, Faris squeaks so blush.
"─ Huh?
I didn't know what it was about and I asked back, but Farris seemed to have left me with no whining. He slowly returns the body he was trying to embark on before, and now he looks straight at me with a tattered grin like he did the first time.
Then the old man, who I felt I had seen earlier, had disappeared somewhere. To a living apart being that makes you even feel unreasonable: age unknown gender unknown.
"How's Siegmund doing? Recently, I heard an unscrupulous wrinkle suddenly arrived."
I started talking to Faris as if nothing had happened, and I got a distracted voice zero out of my throat.
"You don't seem to be getting better yet. I hope you get well soon."
"You can't beat your age where you are, as long as you're human. Besides, he's not pushing it yet. That should make things better."
Faris cringed the back of his throat, causing his lips to warp sarcastically. I don't know the veracity of that story about this cleric being Count Theresia's ex-wife or fiancée, but they're still firmly connected only to the corruption.
"Work is on the side of accumulation. As far as I'm concerned, I just want you to heal it and get back to it."
"Well, I wonder what will happen to that too.... We're not funny whenever we die. We've already lived to our age"
It was a smudged way of saying it somewhere. We, breath falls out of our lungs all the time.
I'm sure this cleric is prepared to die. No matter how young you look, you are aware and accepting that you are old - with death.
"Are you tired?
"No. However, I am satisfied. I am. There seems to be too much concern for him."
"Now I still have trouble sleeping permanently without training."
"I guess so"
I don't think it's funny, it doesn't shake my heart, it's just a snug story. Is it because this cleric is the person to talk to, even though we are talking about death, it doesn't have a strange, dark and heavy atmosphere?
"... God will surely give my soul a restful sleep. It's also exciting."
Farris' eyes shot my eyes out again.
The word rapidly penetrates from my ear to my brain, without shaking a single emotion, falling into the center of my heart.
"What if... I'm talking about something. What would it be like for Lord Farris if he could not rest his soul after death and was sent back to this world?
When I noticed it, it poured, and such a question was zeroed out of my mouth.
Farris smiles back at me for a moment with an unusual look, like a child, and then out of strength. It was a merciful grin and also a merciful grin. I am heartily surprised at the beautiful smile as if it were the Virgin Mary Shanak, who can even do that face.
"Mitholua God has no power to breathe life into his soul again. So it's not happiness, it's not unhappiness, it's not fate, it's just coincidence. There is nothing more to spend the rest of your life doing than cutting, picking, and scratching. As long as you have life."
The old man's words are heavy. But it still falls to my heart to be honest with you.
Nodding cocklessly, Faris changed his grin like that Virgin Mary. You should be smiling in the same way, but for a moment you get gnawed at the extra transformation. I heard a slight groan behind me about Ratka's, uh-huh, which I've been silent about so far.
"Well, let's just say it's time to get down to business. Nothing called them today to deepen their faith, or to ask them what happened to Siegmund."
"Yeah, I guess so."
We won't even be free for each other. I was invited to do a lot of work, and I responded with a lot of work.
"No matter what organization, if people get together, opinions can crack and factions can. The more gigantic it becomes, the more remarkable it becomes. They say three people come together and a faction is born."
... Is it about the House of Lords? The problem of Prince Wang has now become a small source of conflict. Strange and in a tone similar to that of Count Teresia, I change my listening attitude to Faris, who spoke of things like lectures.
"Same thing with the temple."
However, Farris' story is shocking in content far beyond expectations and inadvertently becomes a stunning fit.