Maou no Hajimekata

Raffanis, a religious state.

Built in lieu of the Royal Palace in the further centre of its capital is the mountain of Daimont of the monks, who preside over the churches throughout the continent. It's the Grand Temple of Merizand.

Virgin Merriam offers daily prayers for abundance and peace behind that temple, and rarely appears on the table. Instead, it is the group known as the 'Council' that is responsible for politics, with no top as a real right, and the proposed policy is always vetoed by a majority vote in the Council.

If there is adhesion, corruption, injustice, etc., it is found and altered by the Virgin. Only the Virgin has the right to decide on these personnel, and that decision is brought about by the divine commission.

Namely, a country that is indirectly but governed by God. That is the religious state Raffanis.

Although she was the Virgin Mary, whose name was known and admired throughout the country, she rarely went up on the tabular stage. He does not appear except in the ritual of several annual personnel changes and abundance, and in the ritual of the replacement of the Virgin every few decades.

This is even the case in the event of invasions or visits by other countries, all of which are held on behalf of the Virgin by the person of the Council.

It is indeterminate when personnel changes or substitutions will occur, nor will they come into contact with the general public because they will be carried out within the temple.

It is the only rite of abundance that takes place in the early spring of each year, when a date is set and the general public can also see the Virgin.

The Virgin puts together her divine coat and dances abundantly on the altar in front of the temple. It's not just a liturgical thing, it's a 'rational force' that's God's power. By this ritual Raffanis is actually blessed with abundance and is always blessed with abundance.

With their blessings men plow the fields, and build wealth, and return it to the Virgin, and hence to the land. This is the secret to Raffanis becoming one of the leading powers on the continent.

And this year, that day came.

The ritual of abundance is an important part of the day. Around the temple, the holy knights, wrapped in blue and silver armor, guard the Virgin from the packing citizens and the uncomfortable.

The city is crowded with travellers who have come to see the Virgin at a glance, the man falls in love with her beauty and the woman gives thought to the dreams she once had. The next Virgin is chosen by divinity from among the priests. There are many churches in the world, and there are countless more monks, but only a handful of them can become clerics.

And only one of those priests can be the Virgin. Nothing beyond the age of 20 has been chosen by the Virgin to try. Being chosen as the Virgin was always an excellent and remarkable gift among the young girls.

Then, at approximately 30 years of age, he chooses the next Virgin and ends his term of office.

"Dear Merliah, you look beautiful..."

Of all the beautiful Virgins, without exception, Merriam is particularly beautiful this term. Age is 24 this year, and its appearance, described as sumptuous in front of her by both flower fairies and goddesses, was certainly still beautiful compared to fairies like the Art.

The pure white hair, as if bound with the light intact, is long and smooth enough to reach your feet, with clear eyes like purple crystals sharpened and polished jewels over 100 years. Lips are as luminous as ripe fruit and limbs are smooth and thin and long. There were abundant double hills on its chest, but it had a mysterious beauty that made it feel guilty to be inferior.

The benign and devout Holy Knights had protected their surroundings without a gap, but there had not been a single person in the past few decades who had said that they were likely to reach out to her. Even the intoxicated traveller with his wings off the festival atmosphere, before its beauty, is enough to take a breath, stretch his back and correct his residence.

Therefore it was an unforgettable day for many of the people of Raphanis.

Suddenly a roar rings around, and the altar on which the Virgin was riding is covered in sand and dust.

"What!? What the hell happened!?

"Damn, is the Virgin safe!?

"Somebody, wind up! Get rid of this dust!

The Holy Knights change their blood phase and kill them to the altar, and the sorcerers desperately try to wind up and pay off the dust. Countless screams and roars echoed around, terrorizing and trying to escape, and trying to figure out what was going on, travelers who heard the noise and came to the wild horses, and the neighborhood was in havoc.

"Hole!

One of the Holy Knights screams.

"There's a giant hole! Bring the rope, if you approach it inadvertently, it will fall!

What appeared after the sand and dust cleared was a giant hole that enveloped the entire altar. At the bottom of the hole there is a slight face of the altar head, from which a horizontal hole can be seen.... The Virgin was stripped.

"We're going after him!

A few knights jump into the hole as they wind up in sorcery. It hasn't been that long. They have the Virgin, if you do everything you can, you can still catch up.

The thoughts of such knights collapsed brittle just a few yards down the horizontal hole.

The pit ceiling collapsed and the hole was blocked. It must have collapsed on the run. Digging a hole so you can get through requires dozens of times the time it takes to collapse. I can't catch up.

In a dark pit, the knights bowed their knees to their impudence.

"Looks like you made it."

As he meditated in his room, Oul opened his eyes.

"... and what are you doing?"

Returning to his original body from a remote period, Lil held his right arm, Spinner held his left arm against his chest and Marie on his knee.

"Hmm, are you nurturing English?

"And secure the territory?"

"Nothing, I didn't, it is!

The daughters answered orally.

"... you guys must have a job for you?

"It's okay, it's okay. Here."

Hiya, and Lil and Spina make a transfer. Both are not shapes, but another lil and spina, independent thinking and united willingness.

A semi-slime spinner can grow almost unlimited as long as it has magic, and Lil, who remembers Raz's memory and knowledge, can create his own body with magic. This had led to a significant improvement in the efficiency of work.

By the way, Marie certainly can't do such artistry, but there's no problem because it wasn't originally of any use to her.

"And yet, when were you digging a pit to Raffanis?

The capital of Raffanis is far away. Even the carriage takes a whole week. It is not a distance that can be dug overnight, not to say how it holds the miners of Kobolt and Dwerg, the petitioners of stone and iron.

"Mostly since Kobolt started nesting in the labyrinth."

"You're in front of the tea! Because it was when Ellen came to us...... Yep, over a year ago!?

Lil counts his fingers, and through surprise, he shudders.

"Since then, I've been willing to attack Raffanis..."

"So I told you, I was going to attack any day."

You didn't believe me, and Oul glanced at Lil.

"So is time, but accuracy is more incredible to me. If it's a cobolt, is it the perfect thing to dig a hole directly under the altar?

I'm not going to let them know the pit existed along the way, so I'm not going to drill a hole in the ground to confirm it. Whatever is underground or abroad, within Raffanis, the Virgin's boundaries are strewn unbroken. If you do that, you'll find out in one shot.

"Cobolt does maintain an absolute sense of distance and direction even within the pit. but I can't even ask what's on the ground. However, if the distance on the ground is properly understood, then it is before breakfast to dig a pit with different dimensions."

Oul said briefly, but that seemed more difficult for Lil and Spina. On earth there are mountains, forests, rivers. Even without such a thing, there are minor ups and downs, and it is unlikely that it will be possible to measure a very straight distance.

"What kind of map has that accuracy?

"There is. I needed a precise map to explore the dragon pulse. I learned how to measure from a cartographer and made a map while exploring the dragon vein. It's a 25-year-old masterpiece."

"Homemade!?

"Probably nothing has more precise maps than me."

Naturally. If you are the majority of people, it almost equals devoting your life to it, such as a cause that took 25 years.

"Now it's only from the perimeter of Figlia to the capitals of all countries, but all of this is what I want to do is make maps of the entire continent"

For more than 25 years, a year ago, Oulu thought about it.

"... since when have you been like this... no, it's been a long time"

Behind Lil's brain emerged Oulu happily expanding his appointment book written with Biscilli. He's always on the top of the Buddha. Now he has no shadow on his expression at all, but these parts haven't changed since he lived with Raz.

"... Looks like you've arrived"

Feeling the sway of magic as it shifts, Oul lifts his hips. Soon Marie, who was asleep, rolled over and raised her "muggly" voice.

"So let's go worship the Virgin's face"