Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 91 City of Omui at noon

Rumors had it that the worldly paradise was filled with laughter and abundant goods from the children and those who went to the city, and that the endless frontier where the continent's dirt gathered was a rich city of happiness filled with clean, beautiful cities and beautiful color-picking clothes.

The land that the upper echelons of the church were about to attack and destroy in the name of purification was like a paradise filled with gentle people and smiling children rushing around.

No stone is thrown at us wrapped around the clothes of the Church, no words of contempt are spoken… the people of the city who should know what happened were polite to us as "lord's guests". After visiting the unfortunate sense of self-reproach and anguish that we were in, a line of people were led through the city to bite their lips and confess.

That's how I was also guided to the church of Omui, a majestic yet simple and beautiful white building. Beautiful and clean, it was a sober pure white building that did not resemble the cathedral magnificent and luxurious church of the Church of the Church, surrounded by gentle and sober light, in which were placed stone tablets engraved with the names of those who lived not in God but in the land of the periphery, protecting the people of the periphery, and those whose lives had been lost, above all the venerable and sacred places where everyone would worship and go with flowers in their hands.

"From the people of the church, the church dedicated to the dead, not to God, may be uncomfortable, this is a church built by those who donated this building that is necessary for the people of the periphery who live surrounded by demons. That room with the stone tablet says," Between the English Spirit, "a church to provide for and thank those who have lost their families, friends, loved ones and those who have fought and died for someone, even if no one knows them. Forgive me."

Borderline Bermerotosam Sim Omui, whose name shall be the proud one known to the continent, king of the border with the alias of the god of armies. A legendary figure who can follow the border forces said to be the strongest in the kingdom by making him the ally of the wise king of the kingdom, Diarcez Dee Diorel. But while full of majesty, its waist was soft and respectful of courtesy, intelligent and serene. This treatment cannot be abhorrent to those of our Church, who have gone off thinking that they will be frightened and silenced and angry and cursed... and cannot be resented.

"There can be no such thing as saying otherwise. Thinking about what the higher ecclesiastical hierarchy has done, there is no way that we can worship God. In the first place, God is forbidden to represent his name and appearance. And I don't think that anger will subside where a powerless minority like us have bowed their heads, but please don't bow your heads to the people of our church! We've come to bow our heads, we don't want to bow our heads, we don't want to work, we don't want to beg for forgiveness. Still, I'm here to apologize in the name of God."

"" "" I apologize as members of the Church for our immorality and tragedy on the border. I'm sorry "" "

I finally realized that I wasn't even able to apologize for being confused, even though I didn't want to be treated like a guest at the border I came to because I thought I would lose my neck. I came here for that... everything was too different than I thought.

But there is no better place for us to apologize than this place, and there will be no other place for us to be excused. The tragedy of the periphery is caused by the degeneration of the Church, because it is the Church today, the Patriarchate, who has stood in the cause of all tragedies contrary to the teachings that God has conveyed.

"Please give me your head. I hear that you are a different sect in the church than the mainstream, and that there is no malice in the border, nor does the beast discriminate against you, so there is no resentment against you. And if you see that so many healers have been brought here, you can fully see that the people of the border have tried to reach out for salvation, and it is only natural that you should give thanks as Lord of the border. Thank you, gentlemen, for the border."

"Thank you very much for your kind words. But why is everyone in the city not angry or cursed at anything that wraps around our church clothes... we should know what happened, but everyone is surprised that no one can throw a single curse at us?

The Church sent troops to crusade the border with Jihad in the name of God, a vulgar and greedy invasion by the name of purification that anyone understands to be aimed at the rights of the Demon Stone. Yet the people of the border treated us with courtesy, even if they did not feel well, without being angry at us in the clothes of the church. I don't see how you can be so thankful in this land that you should resent, hate, and be angry, that everyone who comes to this land ready and ready and ready to not return alive is confused.

"Ahhhh... One thing was that there was no damage, no one would die, no one would lose, nothing would be resolved peacefully, so no remorse. Of course, there's anger at the army invasion and the flooding of the labyrinth, but we're all grateful that you brought a therapist to the border."

"However... there are no injured or sick people, so nothing can be done to thank them."

Yes, there are no injured or sick people in the city because precious drugs are provided inexpensively on the periphery, and the healers who gave up their lives and volunteered to heal just the scars of war, like paradise in this world, have nothing to do, but instead are behaved like expensive meals and treats and are suddenly confused at their own expense.

"Still, we all appreciate you reaching out to this neighborhood, just saying you came here knowing how dangerous it was. He who dwells in the abandoned land and at the end knows what it means."

That's what I said and you smiled at me. The border lords, who had been determined to be enemies of the evil and rebellious God, demanded their necks, and the people who dwelt in that land, called the land of impure by the Church, were kinder and warmer than the people of any country.

"And... this is a little hard to say. Eh, I don't know what to say, even if people are angry, it's something that gets poisoned and calmed down when someone is extremely angry next to them. That's why the people of the border are all calm" because the people who deserve the most anger are laughing around mad ". And... I'm sympathetic and worried... no, maybe we all believe you understand... what you say, it's like a disaster that sows happiness and you say you don't know how to deal with it yet, usually if you talk, you know, but you don't know what to say because when you talk about it, you don't know what to say... no, you must do something about it... you say persuasion, you say plea? Anyway, as a neighborhood guest, I'll protect you too... but don't worry, I'm hopeless to say it's difficult or impossible, but I'll protect you with my sword? Well, I also got this sword... Oh, are you mad? What shall I do?"

Yes, I felt worried and sympathetic about why I was going to the city when I was ready to be beaten and cursed, I thought it was my fault because it was impossible, but it seemed that I was genuinely sympathetic and worried... Are you upset by Uncle Borderline, who was full of majesty and calm? You told me that even though it was only natural for us to be angry, we were afraid that we would protect many of them.

But is "the angriest qualified person" supposed to be Mr. Borderline, and can there be a difficult, impossible and desperate opponent in this world who is also famous as an undefeated swordsman in the name of a military god? And what is "I'm laughing around"! But I've come to accept all kinds of anger, and now that I know that people don't need to be treated anymore, all we can do is apologize and... accept that anger and anger, and we're not like you to protect us.

"You will be surprised to come to the border, which is said to be the closest place to a dangerous, poor and sick death, and which is peaceful, rich and full of happiness. We're surprised too, because we're scared that it might be a dream every morning. Well, I came to think of it the moment I woke up with something that turned out to be kind of an amazing consulate, but until then, as soon as I woke up in the morning, I looked over the city… and it was something I saw this sight every morning and wept about. The people who live there are still incredible, so if you come from somewhere else, you'll be surprised."

I was wondering if we had ever been deceived and falsified about the border, but it is correct to speculate from what Mr. Borderline said that we were hearing about a poor and dangerous land full of demons, and is it the border that we see today that is unusual? But not only this city, but the whole border was built with roads, and towns and villages were equipped with fine protective walls, and the fields were a fine, well-maintained city with fruitful crops and dealers. It can't be that I've been poor until now, after a long time of close urban design, it's something that I've been working on a little bit to start and realize. But...... it's certainly too brand new everywhere, as if it was built all of a sudden and in unison one day.

"There was this fine neighboring city... I never saw a demon, nor could I see the claw marks of the demon's onslaught. Above all, the city, the surrounding towns and villages were surrounded by strong protective walls, and the roads were precisely and efficiently built to see the beauty of urban planning, at least I got the impression that it was far from poverty?

"You will, it will not be possible to urbanize so far even in the capitals of the great powers. How many times since you came here have you been considered" impossible, impossible "?

Countless, yes. I was overwhelmed by all the impossible and all the impossible, but this is strange. There is no way we can create such a flat path, however flat the place may be, but the ups and downs can be, and it should never be flat with the road. And the buildings in this city were too expensive, and if they were so high, they wouldn't collapse at that weight. That's impossible and impossible to build in the first place. An impossibly unbuildable city where everyone looks back at the city with dismay.

"Merchants and others who visit the border scratch their heads and make a scene." Impossible. "That's impossible, isn't it? The people of the border have gotten used to it and given up, that's a natural disaster. It's a natural disaster that sows happiness on its own, it was too late when we realized it. Everything was reborn. If it was a natural disaster that scattered disaster, we'd seen it more than once, but we'd never seen a natural disaster that sowed happiness. That must be the miracle, the one who sprinkles it and goes, not this happy neighborhood, was the miracle. So we all gave up, we gave up, but we'll never forget, how honorable and how happy the miracle is... so nobody worships God on the border, because every day a miracle walks through the city and makes a fuss."

I know what you're talking about, but I couldn't even say a response without understanding, could that be a miracle? If you can do that, that person is certainly a miracle, but it is something mighty that cannot resist the same person as a natural disaster. They say something about it is going around mad and laughing... yes, the person was laughing.

I will never forget that smile, because...