Kuishinbo Elf

Where the millennials drew her hand and reached her, that is the room where she now lives. Originally, the queen...... that means that she is allowed to use the room that the king's wife used.

Once upon a time, when I was still the Virgin, the Millennials told me about the Queen of Langsten.

The queen's name was Cristia, and she said it was a beautiful woman. However, he died young enough.

Millennials, who were close to the king, knew the queen and interacted with her as well. They've had that history, and they're letting me use this room.

Sleep in this room with many important memories of the king.

"Come on, come on, sit here."

"Fuki-kun, you don't have to panic so much."

I was urged by Master Millenia to sit on a big bed. It's too big a bed to sleep alone.

"Ugh, let's get started."

When she said that, she took out a cosmetic box with beautiful decorations. The contents are cosmetic tools with beautiful decorations again. However, it looks a little older than the cosmetic case.

"Yes, in the meantime"

Didn't Master Millenia hold a wet towel in her hand and start wiping my face?

And Shit......! Totally found out. Ha! A rare beast, a lifetime of unconsciousness!

"Okay, that's it. Shall I comb my hair first?"

She doesn't have to wait for my reply to get her hands on her and start combing my hair. It looks familiar to me.

When I went shopping with Eleanor and Miranda when I was five, and Tifa's sister, I felt like the same white pimples and things I saw at the trinket store. I just felt that way.

The white one was an instant purchase as long as I had gold, but I didn't have any hands and refused. When the money finally accumulated, it was already sold. Crap.

"Fuki-kun."

Probably the same as the producer. It unwraps the tangled hair as if it was well tamed with my hair. It's as if it's going to unravel my heart, too.

It starts to feel comfortable, but it's rude if you fall asleep here. Let's show some vampire footage in our brains to wake up drowsy.

I showed [Takaaki's Gravia Pose] in my drowsiness.

The effect is, Buckthorn!

Don't tell me that it was too effective and I tried to ascend lightly. I swear to my heart that's not something to display in my brain, and I act as if nothing happened, nice.

"That you have beautiful hair, as always. But I'm afraid it's only hurting a little."

"Because I couldn't even take care of it"

"Yep... I guess so. That was a slightly reckless remark. I'm sorry."

Hearing Master Millenia's sad voice, I realize that what I said was silence. I spoke to her to make up for that lapse.

"That's not true. Because some of my classmates had someone to spare for their hobbies. It's just that I was falling apart. So I hope you don't mind."

Of course, the fierce one is His Excellency Yuyuu. It looks like a mazipa.

"You're as sweet as ever. Ertina is."

Then only the sound of combing my hair for a while monopolizes this room. There was no conversation, but it wasn't hard to talk or anything. However, she decided to keep her mouth shut until she spoke, trying to make her do what she wanted.

You guessed my intentions, Master Millenia silently immersed herself in the task of combing my hair. How long would it have been since then? Actually, I guess not so much, but Master Millenia finally finished combing my hair with satisfaction. It's been a long time since I've had more hair, and I'm satisfied with it.

"Yeah, yeah, that's good. Well, one last thing... get dressed for this."

"Fuki-kun, I get it."

I get the clothes handed to me by her and I'm happy. I unexpectedly look at Master Millenia, but she only smiles back.

I put my sleeves through the clothes with determination after a deep sigh.

"... looks good on you"

"Thank God for what?"

I wore the clothes of the Virgin. They asked the craftsmen who had fled the Holy Land of Militanas to repair the Virgin's clothes that I had once worn.

"Dear Millenia... I am"

"I understand. But... a day, no, half a day is fine. I want you to be the Virgin of our people of Militanas."

I don't have the capacity to be the Virgin anymore. No strange powers, no miracles. Still, does she, and the people of Militanas want me to be the Virgin?

"I don't have any more power. But if the people of Militanas desire it,"

I held Master Millenia's trembling hand strongly and proclaimed myself ready.

"For the time that is left, let us be the Virgin of you and the people of Militanas"

No reply from Master Millenia, she was smiling with tears of pomposity and large grains. With that, I will answer.

It was here that only half a day [Virgin of Militanas] was born.

◆ ◆ ◆ Millenia ◆ ◆ ◆

For a short time of half a day, accompanied by Ertina, who will act as the Virgin of Militanas, we head to the shelter of the Filimician castle, where the beloved people await.

Things like riots have not happened so far due to Walgang's generous protection. However, the anxiety of the people increases rather than decreases.

How much I'm fine, things were getting out of hand where I said they were.

"This is Master Millenia. And... what's that look like, Ertina?

In a dim hallway leading to the shelter, he encountered Marzal, Deputy Priest of the Order of Mias, and Zeana, the Virgin. Not at all, something I came across at an unpleasant time.

"The garment is worn by the Virgin. Why are you wearing a princess who is not a Virgin?

To Deputy Priest Marzal, who tows Ertina, she replied.

"I am [Virgin of Militanas], Ertina Ramfori Etil. The people of Militanas are waiting for me. Back off."

Ertina's words, without saying whether or not, plus Deputy Priest Marzal, were put under barometric pressure and gave way to us.

On second thought, now that she is [the Virgin of Militanas], there must be no way for the vicar priest of the Maias to give way.

But he has given way. That means giving in to the Virgin of Militanas. The overwhelming difference in readiness divided light and darkness.

Not so long ago, proof that Ertina has come with firm determination and readiness. I can't be happier.

"Oh, wait! Dear Ertina!"

It was the Virgin Zeana who stopped us from walking. It appeared that she had no hostility, and Ertina also listened to her words.

"It is a bump, may I also come under the people of Militanas?

Her statement was unexpected. That seemed to be the case with Deputy Priest Marzal, who opened his eyes wide and looked terribly surprised.

"Fukiyun, why is that?

"Yes, I always thought it was a serious act, being the Virgin of Langsten, such as just looking at the anxiety-driven people of Militanas from afar. But I couldn't grasp the disconnect until today, and I felt terribly sorry for myself."

I see, so you tried to use me.

"Exactly, Dear [Virgin Ertina]"

What a diagrammatically fat girl. They tried to make contact with the people of Militanas with Ertina as their stock. In response, Ertina answered without a single disgusting face.

"Oh, I don't mind. Together we will ease the anxiety of the people of Militanas a little bit."

"Ha!"

Yes, this is what a girl named Ertina was. If we are to save the weak, shaping, etc., and we do not even choose means. It's just, I even reach out for salvation.

"Let, Lady Zeana the Virgin! The people of Militanas are unstable today! In case anything happens to you..."

Naturally, Deputy Priest Marzal will not tolerate the acts of the Virgin Zeana. Even to stop at all costs, it was inhibited by the strong will of the Virgin Zeana.

"Dear Marzal... I am, I am! She's the Virgin of Langsten! I can't reach out to the weak, what is the Virgin!?"

"Ze, Dear Zeana...!?"

"Because I've reached out to you too... now I have it, don't I?

Deputy Priest Marzal took his breath when he saw Zeana, the Virgin, weeping and pleading with a large grain of tears. That look reminded me of something. The crease between his eyebrows deepens.

……

As it turns out, Deputy Priest Marzal silenced. Close his eyes hard and, after a moment of thought, he opens his mouth to Zeana the Virgin. The expression was calm.

"... Whatever you want"

"Huh! Ha!

Would that have been a word as a deputy priest? It felt as if the warmth of the words his father would throw at his daughter were perhaps included in the words.

Going to the shelter with the Virgin Zeana and Deputy Priest Marzal. There was overflowing with the people of Militanas with exhausted expressions.

"Hmm? Is that..."

"Oh, my God, I'm so tired, don't make me waste it"

"E, it's Master Ertina! Master Ertina is here!

"What!? Oh, hey! Guys!!"

As soon as he ascertained what Ertina looked like, his vitality returned to the expression of the exhausted Militanas people. If I go to visit, I'll never get better. I just get a little jealous of her. I laughed at myself like that freaking out.

"Hey no... you can't act like a Virgin if you're so crowded"

Ertina, who responded without a single disgusting face to the people gathering together, was in the hall. Losing to her like that, and Zeana, the Virgin, also begins to deliver the people of Militanas.

Ertina heals the anxiety of the people, and Zeana the Virgin heals the injuries and illnesses of the people. On my way here, I listened to a conversation that I decided to take charge of beforehand.

"Dear Ertina, Ertina..."

"Just a little more patience, I'm sure I'll bring you home."

A large adult beckons a ten-year-old girl, and the people were driven that far. I have been fleeing the Holy Nation of Militanas for almost six months now. The anxiety of not being able to return to the country for long is that alone leans and thins the spirit. Now the people were normal in appearance, but the spirit must have been lean and thin as a skeleton.

"Is anyone uncomfortable with their body?!? Say any trivial thing!

The Virgin Zeana was also willing to offer relief. I'm just saying that's my mission.

When I first met her, I only thought to the extent of Deputy Priest Marzal's puppet, but apparently it was different. My eyes are quite cloudy, too.

"It's all right now. Come on, get under your mother."

"Yeah! Thanks, Grandpa!

And Deputy Priest Marzal...... it would be him who he is now. Throw yourself in the swirl of power and keep playing the false, which should have been the same for me.

Since when have I been unable to discern the truth?

When I am discouraged that my eyesight has faded, the wind enters from somewhere and strokes my cheek and passes. It was only gentle and warm.

"Yes... a new breeze has begun to blow"

Potty and squeaky. That shouldn't have gotten into anyone's ear. Virgin Ertina, Virgin Zeana. A fresh breeze would carry hope and blossom in the name of a miracle.

Now I can give my life to the Holy Grail without worries. The time has come to fulfill our last mission as popes.

Indeed, I am immortal. But that is because the Holy Grail deprived me of most of my soul.

This flesh is a false body made by the Holy Grail. Keep playing as long as the Holy Grail is safe no matter how much it decays. This is my immortality karaki.

But its immortality can also come to an end by dedicating a soul marginally left in the false body to the Holy Grail.

The Holy Grail activates its abilities by making the soul completely one under the Holy Grail, giving its warriors the power to lose whoever eats it all. Naturally, my soul is lost at that price.

And the Grail, which is finished with its abilities, awaits the next sacrifice. Sacrifice in the name of the next Pope of the Holy Nation of Militanas.

It's not like there's no untrained. Bowdos, my dear. How many times did you think you wanted to have a peaceful life with him? But that's also an unfulfilled dream.

But I'm not willing to say goodbye to him. Farewell, and so on... because I am done when I become pope.

I burned the [fresh breeze] into my eyes.

If you will, glow over their fate.