Kyuuketsu Hime wa Barairo no Yume o Miru

"Sire Hiyuki. Very... I don't feel comfortable even with me, if possible I decided not to listen and I want to hold onto the story... It's a different story to put in my mouth, it's the most irrelevant story in the world..."

With a face and tone that plagued her with misery and annoyance, which was unusual for Oriana, she put another unusual long foreboding in her mouth.

Somehow the meeting was over and we compromised on each other - this is King Collard's approval of his marriage and the return to Amitia of the clergy and healers he wishes. Waiver of interference against Cress. That was our support for the Gravior Empire (although we are mutually non-interferent acquiescence) - and the meeting was adjourned for now.

So, I was about to go back to the prepared modem, where I was called out by Oriana in the hallway, led to a small room that was nearby, and cut out, "I need to talk to you".

"What is it? Being involved in the next disturbance?

"... when it comes to having one. Personally, I think it probably doesn't matter."

Still rhetorical like a thing pinched in the back teeth, Oriana avoiding explicit remarks.

I guess getting this far ahead of you isn't a good story for you.

After being lost for about a few breaths, she looked me straight in the eye like she had decided to.

"Let's get this straight. Archbishop Werner of the Holy King would like to have a personal meeting with His Majesty the Princess"

"Archpope Werner......?

Were you there, like that? You haven't spoken at least once during the meeting, have you?

- He was sitting on the top seat of the Holy King's side, a child who looked down on his face and stared at His Majesty.

I just remembered Oriana's supplement coming in.

By the way, she's supposed to be 2-3 years younger when it comes to her age.

"Oh. I was staring at you with those disgusting eyes. Looks sketchy..."

"That's right. From the beginning to the end of the meeting, I saw Her Majesty's face, her breasts, her hips, that idiot who didn't say a word."

All right, all right. I remembered. I wondered why there were such asshole-looking colored hungry ghosts, and I ignored them first and then, I forgot. No, you were introduced first.

Yeah, yeah. That's why she's walking all the way here.

"I mean, he said the concern he was talking about before was going to take shape"

Concern is a word that Oriana previously said referring to the present Archpope.

Ideal female portrait called skank in first person and overheard.

"Rich hair is overflowing with dark hair that emits spilled light.

Eyes are purple or red like gems.

Skin is white with no dirt.

Lips are rose petals floating in milk.

Hands and feet are as snug and supple as young trees in early spring.

The cool voice is like a silver bell that soars in the wind.

I seem to have a dstrike on this.

So.

- Um, Your Highness. In case you ever meet with the Archpope of the Holy Kingdom, I was wondering if you should be very careful.

- Oh, no way. I am the lord of the land of demons. The Archpope of the Episcopal Church waves in the fall.

- Because I'm a hell of a bitch.

"... Napa?

"Probably."

With a sinking look - a face that says "sorrowful," Oriana snorts heavily.

"... what's the emergency exit?

"I'll be there, I'll show you"

We didn't have to say anything to each other, but we just saw a consensus by tonguing.

"- Oh, and I want to tell you how to seal up an abandoned dragon (Nidheck) and a clotheshop in that note (crap)."

My leg, which hung toward the exit, stopped unknowingly.

"Clothes shop in Nidheck!?"

I wonder how you know that word. Exactly because I didn't intend to disclose all the information, I dared to lay low about Shima at today's meeting, and for that reason I avoided the word 'Abandoned Dragon (Nidheck)' and went through it in 'Synthetic Beast (Chimera)'.

And I don't care what you think of 'the clothes store', you mean Shima, right?

Well, it's a bluff to say that the Cathedral Crusaders have been wiped out for a moment, and it may be that survival was bringing back information, but Mr. Shima named herself 'Paren Aksan Apostrophic Ohm', so there's no way there's a metaphor for 'clothes store' to come by mistake.

"What have you done?

My face is going to be awful right now.

I answered Oriana, asking in surprise, with a deep sigh.

"... apparently, there are a lot of things I have to ask the Archpope."

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"… so, here it is"

The tip that followed through the somewhat familiar trail was in front of the front entrance to the Tower of Sinners, Peckertle Turris.

Auto repair must have been done. The hole I broke before is blocked beautifully.

"I'm sorry. Required conditions on that side - to be invisible to people. Security shall be ensured in a way that neither party can use witchcraft. We must be able to talk one-on-one on both sides and have one entrance/exit to prevent third parties from entering. - There were only about this many facilities to combine these..."

Keep your head down quietly, Oriana.

"Holy shit. One-on-one means I can't be present either!? There's no way I can swallow such conditions!

Heavenly spoke roughly against it.

"It's that asshole's intention. 'It is an extremely important matter, and I would like to speak without being present, even if it is a family/heavy minister, and without exchanging others'. Would you like to refuse now?

"It would be natural! Princess, you don't have to ride such a frigid story. It is incredible to me that the Archpope and others hold such important information. Immediately, you should say no to this story!

Uh, well, I'm awesome one-on-one, too - I hate it, but if you have to, you just have to bump it, and I can't use mobile magic from within or outside here, so hey.

If we hold down the entrance and exit, the ambush can't even travel magically, so we're pretty sure the terms are five minutes and five minutes to each other. Well, it would be just as dangerous if you were shot in by massive sorcery from a distance, because you're an escort for that.

And then at the entrance and exit, if you wait in heaven, you'll be fine to some extent.

"... well, just in case, I admitted to keeping one of these guards standing by the door of the room, so if you need anything, please speak up right through the door"

We took the worried Oriana and the still dissatisfied Heavenly Lifetime into the tower first just in case and carefully checked for tricks, ambushes, etc., but there was nothing particularly suspicious about it, and we gradually ascended the stairs and all arrived to the top floor.

Its top-floor special isolation facility was also renovated with all the carpets, curtains and furniture, making it look like a completely different room than when we came before.

Because it's just the room where there was murder or something. Almost all of them must have been re-modeled.

Because this building itself is a prison, I don't know how much blood has been stained so far.

So, this room, too, I checked every corner in the face of Heaven, Life Capital, and SS, and where there was no problem and conclusion, I could hear the footsteps of the tower door opening and someone coming up.

"Looks like you're here."

Oriana looks disgusted.

"It sounds surprising. If you call from inside the room, you'll hear it right outside."

"Yeah, so if you need anything, call me right away. - I asked for it."

Again, pressing that precaution, when he spoke to the guard with his middle-backed armored helmet standing beside him, the guard lowered his head under his helmet, responding briefly with a cuddly voice, "Ha".

and Pope Werner, who was air at an earlier meeting with a woman wearing a monastic veil, entered the room with a grinning look as if people had changed.

"No. Thank you for waiting, Mr. Scarlet Snow. The elders jizzies couldn't quite break it, and it took me a while to convince them. You couldn't wait to rustle! No, I'm sorry."

While that's good, I take people's hands at will and hand them over.

The hand that touches my hand over here is awesome - it's disgusting...

So, is this guy really the supreme priest? You look so light, and you feel like a spoiled child, and you have no hegemony whatsoever compared to Joey your age.

I graciously pulled out my hand and gave it my best shot. [M]

"Nice to meet you, Archpope. Did I ask you something about a confidential story?

Just talk about the requirements.

I stared at him with that meaning in addition, but he seemed to please me the other way around, and he returned it with a disgusting smile that he was ehrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Creepy!!

And the nun (Sister) he brought came looking at me over the veil for some reason.

"- Anything?

"... excuse me," as far as listening to your voice, you're pretty young. He would still be about 20 years old. "Your Majesty has made the conditions shown below antiquated."

"Hmm? Is that true, Sister Ange?

Turning to Archpope Werner, who looks back, she gives a great deal of endorsement.

"Yes. Definitely. It is clearly visible in my" Heavenly Eye ". Three demons accompanying Her Majesty."

With my hateful eyes, I fly my gaze in order of chest, shadow, air, etc.

"... Hmm. Dear Scarlet Snow, is this true? This Sister Ange is the owner of a rare" Heavenly Eye "among the ecclesiastical religions. His eyes reveal the hidden truth, and the rest are in full confidence. The rest did not exchange extras before the meeting and offered to be alone with each other, but the truth is that the rest came alone in good faith, but if what she said was true, the rest would have been conspired against."

With that said, as evidence of 'sincerity', I pull out every dagger I had on my belt for protection and give it to Sister Ange, who refrains beside me.

Sister Ange, who received it, temporarily deposited it with the Imperial Guard - him who is to be held back at the entrance and exit - saying, "Give it back to me when he is discharged from the room".

I may pose, but I can only conceive of being so irresistible and defenseless this way.

"I'm sorry. Sure, there's an unknown escort around me."

When I sent the signal, from my chest, there appeared an empty hoe in the body of an obedient demon, engraved from the shadows, but from the air there appeared one glass after the other (not much).

"... there is no accusation or opening of conspiracy. If you are uncomfortable, you will be removed from the room."

Or something. I'm the type of guy who doesn't physiologically accept this, so any questions or whatever, so what I just want to go home to is for real.

"Hmm. The rest has been seen much lighter. Such disrespect is not inherently possible to see, but this is also the mercy of the Ethereal God. The rest is forgiving. If it's just one time, let's miss it. - Sister Ange. Is this the end of the bender?

Encouraged, again, she glanced over the veil.

"- Yes, I thought this was everything."

Her chilling gaze nodded.

And "Heavenly Eye" hey. Speaking of which, when we first met, it seems that Asmina, the witch, noticed at first sight the existence of fits and engravings, and maybe a similar ability.

"... Are you sure, Princess? Can I lose my escort?

Heavenly confirms it in a whisper, but I guess it's okay.

"I feel like I've seen it, it seems like it jumps through and has high MP for humans, but it's still not a threat level, and if you're alone over there, it's fine."

………

Still unhappy, the heavenly search for words to follow.

"Well, it's been rearranged, but this would have apparently shown mutual sincerity. Isn't it time to break your knees and go to talks? Before that - Lord, I left early because I was in your way. I left."

Werner Archpope waves all the time sissy.

I'm driven away like a dog, and they all look annoyed, but I step out of my feet to be told.

"I will now place this person outside the room. And please accept my confirmation in 30 minutes."

"In doing so, I will accompany you, too"

Oriana adds a word of caution when closing the door. Heaven accompanied me in a resolute tone.

"Oh, okay, okay,"

Archpope Werner replied from inside the room, looking hundreds of millions.

"I'm sorry. I asked you, both of you."

I sent everyone out of the room to meet the guards standing at the entrance and exit before closing the door.

"Well, Archpope Werner............ is that it?

Looking back, there was no sign of the Archpope.

Unexpectedly I looked around the room with Kyolo, and I heard a voice from the bedroom behind the "over here, over here" room.

Surprisingly, looking into the back bedroom, there was Archpope Werner on a king size bed with a canopy. With a naked figure just hanging a cross around her neck.

"... what... is that a joke, it!?

"Prepare men and women for business. I liked the rest at a glance. Exactly the kind of girl (stomach) that was prepared for the rest of the day. Receive the Pope's remainder of the favor. Neither will it be so flattering. Take off what you're wearing. I can't seem to take much time. Not at all. She's a little girl."

On the bed, the Archpope who makes invitations.

Yeah. Understood. I also know Oriana hated that much.

This guy is a real idiot.

He's a fool at a level where he competes for first place and second place in the rankings of fools I know.

…………

I sighed vainly from the bottom of my heart, and my footsteps approached roughly to make Archpope Werner (this idiot), who was excited on the bed, bumpy for now.

and -.

A cross was offered in front of him that the idiot had lowered to his neck.

I'll tell you what. Unlike movies and novels, the cross has no effect on vampires in this world, including me, and it's just a bump mark to watch.

Turning to me with an unexpectedly surprising look, the Archpope speaks well.

"This is the sealed cross, an artifact given by my God, the Ethereal God. The effect is" vampire sealing. "I mean, this is what it is - sealing!!

At that moment, I felt the full magic of the boy in front of me pour into what the Archpope called the 'artifact'.

"Shit-"

I inhaled that magic and the 'artifact' glowed... no, no, this is not a physical light... but... straight to the spirit... direct... consciousness... distant... ma... z... y... y....

I felt like I saw the 'artifact' crumble apart on the verge of distant consciousness......

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"Then me and Jingyao will wait on this occasion. Life Capital, don't fail to be on perimeter alert with the SS. And Aaho joins the clouds above, and tell him to place the round table members in a way that consolidates all sides of the city, just in case."

At the entrance to the tower, the nun - whose attire, Atchako, giggled damned under the veil - gave a meeting at the heavenly end giving instructions to Tekipaki and his companions, walking after the Empress Oriana, once off the spot.

- Dear Hate. Your precious Scarlet Snow is about to become that stupid Archpope thing. I wonder what you would look like if you found out about it. And so does he. Sure, they told me to "protect Scarlet Snow's life," but I didn't get any other instructions, so this means that idiot runs wild, right?

It was worth a lot of blowing into that Archpope Werner (idiot), who was distraught at a glance at Scarlet Snow.

"That girl is still a maiden. If Master Werner were to be the first of his lords, he would offer every moment to his heart."

'In that case, the same goes for having the demon kingdom in your hands. Lord Werner's name will forever be spoken of as the supreme archpope in ecclesiastical history who mastered the Devil's Kingdom overnight'.

"Isn't it true that the" sealed artifact against vampires "was handed in the first place that the Ethereal God called it to use for this purpose?"

"With your divine power, you can easily ambush her."

Honestly, instead of having a hole, it's an explanation that's not possible if you normally think about it, but the silliness addition or subtraction that makes it serious was, in a way, hilarious to watch.

Hmm, and a sub tea child sniffing secretly.

- He said something disgusting about being his wife's partner, but I wonder what he would do if he found out he'd become that stupid thing first. Desperate at best.

Well, whether this causes a total war between the Crimson Empire of Crimson and the Holy King, or destroys the beads of life in the wrath of the Lord, it clearly didn't matter.

Because if God lets him blow a bubble, it would have been a satisfactory result for her.

- Shit. Scarlet Snow did something bad to me, but this one's been letting me deal with him on your behalf for a long time. I know we hit eight, but you mean we were unhappy with each other.

By the way, Princess Oriana doesn't seem to be aware, but the guards at the entrance and exit are devout ecclesiastical followers, who have been contacted not to step inside the room no matter what happens in advance.

When I left the exit just in case, I tied a simple ecclesiastical hand mark (signature) and secretly returned the same hand mark (signature) and came over.

- All you have to do is pray that idiot doesn't haunt you.

With that in mind, the sub-tea child accidentally prayed in the form of daily used ecclesiastical prayer, smiling bitterly.

Anyway, it's a strategy for falling in prayer.