Life with my Little Sister

Silurian Pilode was the name of the city.

It is a sanctuary for those who worship the sea beast Sirulus as a sacred beast, and it is also a famous place for baked goods.

Quality clay is produced from this site, which is also known as the kiln source as mentioned above. Therefore, there are many merchants who come to buy ceramics, dwarves who come to buy clay, and people who come simply to visit sightseeing due to the good landscape. Therefore, there is a certain demand for it as a momentum and commercial area.

Sirulus does not exclude other religious forces in particular.

No loud words are spoken against 'Kakekame'.

In particular, this area tends to be widely seen by other religions, and it is likely that this comes from an environment where spirits and phantom beasts are closer than ancient times.

For example, even if one swordsman usually believes in the god of war, when crossing the sea, he becomes Sirulus, and even if he prays to other sea gods, it resembles the feeling that "it is natural that the specialization is different" and is acceptable.

In the first place, the North and South continents are "polytheistic".

It seems that the Church, which believes only in the sacred God and does not allow other beings to be worshipped as gods, is regarded as a radical being.

In particular, this is an opinion from "other religious believers", and since the church itself is the largest religious force on the continent, the idea of "eccentric minorities" may also exist in the case of "polytheism".

In any case, this land has prospered to this day as a place of worship in a peaceful land.

Due to the circumstances of its establishment, the city itself has become a political and religious union, and the representatives of the city have become representatives of the Order.

The current leader is a young man named Rubils, who has just succeeded his predecessor who died of old age.

However, since the city itself is always peaceful and the handover is carried out calmly, there is no wave wind in its reign.

I like the sound of it.

"...... is Rubinus not here again?"

"I... I thought maybe you were out of town."

"I see....."

Monsignor Rubils silenced himself with a frown between his brows.

Even if he is competent as the head of the city and a top member of a religious organization, he does not say that "nothing is wrong".

Individuals - Sometimes things don't work if you look at the family situation.

He--In the case of Rubils, the poor agreement with my son was a cause of trouble.

(My eldest daughter dazzles during the time of worship, which shouldn't be the case......)

She is still a child.

Just because you know that, you can't do anything about it.

Rubils is the Patriarch and the top of the city.

I mean, very busy.

This created many grooves between mother and child.

That's why you can't get out strong, and on the contrary, you can get too strong in situations where you have to be gentle.

(It's difficult to raise a child......)

From the window of the Great Lighthouse, the Catholic priest stared outside.

Or perhaps it was just turning a blind eye to reality.

Everyone close to me also followed the line of sight.

The beautiful and gentle sea that pervades their sight is due to the holy beast that they worship as God.

(If you're going to be a godmother's daughter, I'd like you to be steadfast...)

That's what my closest friends thought.

Rubinus, the daughter of the head of the Order, was already in the position of a "shrine maiden" at a young age.

And because of that, there is no reason why you should neglect duty even when you are young.

Rubinous, in particular, has [traits] that no one else has ---

"Ugh...!?"

"Eh...!?"

The next moment, the Patriarch and his entourage opened their eyes at the same time.

An impossible scene was unfolding.

It is a pillar of water rising up to heaven.

A beautiful and majestic, retrograde waterfall.

I don't have to argue.

It is the miracle of their 'God'.

"Damn, idiot...!? It's been years since the Holy Beast showed me the excitement...!?"

"No, more than that, what intention did the Holy Beast have to jet...!?"

Both of them were stunned.

Silurus' jets were so rare.

What the hell is going on?

Or what do you want to tell them...!?

Of course, they don't know.

The loose whale in this example has a loose inner surface as well as its appearance, so if you ask for one or two fumes, they will make it normal.

"Alright, I'll gather the protagonists immediately!" We must hold an urgent meeting and immediately go to the Holy Beast! "

"Giya, your will...!"

The man on the side rushed out.

Bishop Rubils was nervous and stared at the rising current.



"Fuwa...! The pot made by the master is amazing...!"

"Fufu, of course." It's been ten years since I've been on this road! "

There was a small child and a harsh-looking old man in the back alley of Silurian Pilode.

Although it is one of the city's leading kilns, it was small in scale and had few people coming and going.

The ceramic workshop is splendid in terms of equipment, but as mentioned above, the atmosphere alone already gives a clear sense of "rejection".

The entrance is marked with a powerful beating, and there is only the letter "At first glance," and there is no house name.

A number of deep and deep wrinkles were engraved between the eyebrows of the old man, and there was a weight that could be understood as having spent a tough life so far.

However, [he] 's expression was bright.

That's because the little 'disciple' is right in front of you.

If anyone here knew him, would it be that Helloff, who is one of the city's best potters and paranoids, would laugh! 'and must have been stunned.

In fact, he-hellof is difficult to handle in the atmosphere, and the difficulty of handling it is such that the dwarf is put to be compared.

The old man's "present only disciple" sees a beautiful and shining pot and his eyes are glittering.

"The master's work is beautiful after all...!"

Children send compliments from the bottom of their hearts.

There were no lies or deceptions, and Hellof was more nervous about the words "intention" and "ajinomi".

He is not only difficult, but he does not make works unless he is in the mood.

That's why this young [disciple] has only seen the master's work scene so much.

"But Master, why did you suddenly build a pot?"

The nurse answers the open question.

"There's an old friend in the North Continent." I got a letter from him. I was wondering if you knew an unknown and up-and-coming ceramic artist. "

His acquaintance is based in Moon Rain, one of the great powers in the North.

The paranoid Helloff had enough aesthetic eyes to admit it, and even this potter's work was a man who made a mistake without hesitation if there were any shortcomings.

There's no flirtation there. There is only sincerity in pursuing art.

Only then did Hellov forgive his anger.

A letter with a picture arrived from him.

The greeting was also spoken about a horn plate that appeared in the "Aesthetic Society of the Kingdom", an informal organization to which the man belonged.

The man had no aesthetic eye, but no painting, so he couldn't say that the picture in the letter was good for flattery.

However, [enthusiasm and curiosity] was conveyed in twelve minutes.

At the same time, I was impressed by the square plate.

It is unbelievable that those who are able to make "deep" plates are unnamed because of the high degree of completion so far.

However, there is also the possibility that the defectors, like Hellof (you), are creating in the shadows.

That's why I want to know about the rudeness.

It was written in the letter that the person who thought to have made this plate had no idea.

"It's a pity I can't show you the real thing. At least if you can use it in" The Photo Machine, "the elves will never put it in the hands of humans.”

It was true in the letter, and Hellov knew that there was a tremendous invention in the world that would become a "photographic machine".

Inspired by them, some of the city's most famous ceramics artisans created stunning pots.

"After all, the master's pot is the best!" Amazing, amazing...! "

The disciple rejoices greatly, but he is a hellof that cannot rejoice honestly.

There will be no lies in the words of the child in front of me, but I still think that it will come from the "narrowness of the world".

He sees many works, is moved, stores knowledge and hones his sensibilities.

True art is what lies ahead.

Only then will Hellov be excited.

He admits to the eyesight of a friend in the North.

According to his friend's standards, the craftsmanship or artistic sensitivity of the maker of the plate may even surpass his own.

(I'd love to meet that potter....)

Helloff felt empathy for the fact that he was skilled enough to make his friends roar, but still hadn't appeared in the world.

I also think that if there is such a person in this room now, I might be able to drink unexpectedly delicious alcohol.

It was at that time that a loud voice resounded on the back road, which was not crowded.

"It's the Holy Beast!" The sacred beast is jettisoning!? "

――――!?

In his words, the old master and the young disciple unexpectedly looked at each other.