"Before the Arxian kingdom was born in this world to taste, the king and his servants married their spouses from the temple and entrusted the land and the people one after the other to the Son and his relatives"
"... is it true"
"No matter how, I don't think it's true. The Church came more to serve as a record of the history of the country than to taste it. No one can tamper with it, and we keep keeping many of the nearest facts."
To Faris, who nodded to Eagle Deep, I recalled the history I had learned from Mrs. Mareshan. It is said that the aristocracy began with those who were recognized by the king as their aides. If you rethink it, it is an ambiguous expression, and even if they were the men of the temple, it is not a mistake.
However, I am certain that for a moment I thought it was incredible to consider the present power of the Church, which should have been the ancestor of the nobility.
The Church's position is firm, and this country is a lottery of students. For that, they really have little power over this country. The only thing that has influence is the "law" that they have in charge of the keeper.
"Whatever, that's good. The Codex does not forbid it. Order is upheld."
But Farris showed his eyebrows lurking here for the first time. I've never seen that look before.
"Now there are fools in the church. Those who swear allegiance to the God of Law and yet are greedy, who disturb order and do not lead their country to ruin."
Faris, so disconnected with a powerful, voice-including a strangulation, shifted his gaze from me to behind him for the next moment. When you are caught and trace it back, you see that Latka is solidified. Faris found out at a glance that it was Latka watching.
"... my servant, anything?
"I don't mean what. But I was wondering if that squire had any idea what he was talking about."
Latka is wolfish and frightened by the grin on Faris, who even feels miserable.
"Lord Farris, my squire is one who was born and raised in the village of my realm. Even the Wang capital keeps an eye on its side for a moment. There can be no such thing as involvement in a plot to destroy the country."
You can't just accept a boulder like that and ask Latka questions. But at the same time I sheltered Latka blued her complexion even more.
Do you really have any idea what Faris is saying?
My palms slip with hand sweat in a hurry. No, calm down. I took one deep breath softly so that no one would notice.
"Of course, Viscount Cardia. Neither do I believe that his servants are involved in such matters. But you don't have to, do you?
Faris doesn't even try to take his gaze off Latka, and he repeats so in a spare voice as opposed to this one's rush. That is a question of certainty at the earliest. No, would it suit you to say confirmation?
"In the village of Cyril in Cardiac territory, a nun scattered unparalleled ideas in the country grabbed a record of preaching. I was born and raised in the realm. Do you know anything about this?" Lord Elise. "
... My skin gets poppy. I wonder what the hell this cleric knows. I have been quite careful not to get that information out about which village 'Elise' is from. Though I've known Count Teresia for a long time, I wouldn't tell Faris, a completely Cardiac outsider.
How did this cleric know that?
Does having God's eyes refer to this?
"... eh"
Latka tried to say something and clogged that breath. Frozen eyes are coming and going between me and Faris over and over.
Very, very loud throat. Squeeze your fingertips and bring your body and head back to the front. Straight to Farris.
"─ If you're born and raised in a territory, so am I."
Faris glanced back at me from Latka with a slightly surprised look. There is no smile on that face. Continue the words in a slightly fresh mood.
"Already Cleric Farris must have known that that dangerous nun had preached in the village of Cyril. What more information would you like from a child my age?
"... Hmm. Looks like you've been putting your faith in that squire for a long time, Viscount Cardia."
"Whatever. That man is a people of my realm. What do you do without my faith, lord?
Faris blinked a few times with a patsy, then hoisted the end of his mouth with a nibble. Right, I nod, trying to pull out my shoulder and fog its intimidating awesomeness.
"What they say is particularly true. But let me advise you that you should quit keeping that person at your side."
... let me give you some advice, because? I felt uncomfortable and suspicious, both in the words said and in their rhetoric. Faris doesn't even try to move his expression even if he shows his eyebrows slightly.
"You're going to be weak. If you can't let go, you'd better get more tightly surrounded."
It was like singing. Yet I feel much heavier around my stomach.
"... keep your words in mind"
The squeezed voice was crawling through the ground. I have no words to say back. How could this cleric be so good at shaking my emotions?
"Don't look so scared. They need more attention and vigilance than ever before."
"What does that mean?
"Nuns who have preached in the village of Cyril. We seem to be in and out of Nordstelm frequently now."