Maouyome

"This again. It's brilliant."

Worried about what to do, Bel Adone showed himself slightly from the upper steps of the hall.

As everyone watches, then they come down.

The sarcastic hedgerows cracked and made their way naturally.

I'm not convinced.... why.

Nobody would have gotten out of my way.

Is it because I don't instinctively want to come near it?

It would be tough if the pervert contaminated it. Yeah.

"If you're from Wonsha's home, you can't even look at the land guards who grew up here. The land around here is a sign of abundance."

Perverted daughter joining us very naturally.

They picked the cheeks all the way to the side.

"Yikes.... Ho Hin all of a sudden"

"I can't stop thinking about it."

"Hey, what the heck..."

Leanshade followed to Bel Adne.

Is it popular, reading minds?

... whichever.

Bel Adone also seems to know the god of plague as a matter of course.

I think the opposite. Why don't the Virgins know?

"Are you a land keeper...... I've never heard of it before. Is it a kind of spirit?"

"I am surprised that the Virgin does not know. Even when I was in the village, I got help a few times."

"In the village?... Really? Maybe the recently rumored unidentified demon is about this plague god..."

The Virgin was thinking as she snapped to herself about trying to organize the information while she was stunned.

The brave man looks at the plague god with seriousness.

An unidentified demon?

That was rumored.

With that said, I think I heard something like that somewhere.

"So? Easy to lose? This."

"I don't know... what to do"

"Someone has to do more than come here. I mean, who would do that?"

"Oh, well. That's what this is about..."

When someone says they'll do it, it looks like the Virgins don't know, and they can't, can they?

We're gonna have to do this here... No?

You can't let go more than the plague god has come.

I've never seen a big plague god before.

"The Virgins don't seem to know, so let's do it. Lean Shade asks you to prepare your meal. Can Bel Adone ask for a liquor man?

"I'm in awe. Virgin, may I borrow your kitchen for a moment?"

"Huh? Oh, yes.... What do you do?

"What, uh..."

What should I do? How do I explain it?

"Oh, my God, it's settled."

A niggardly bell Adone turns to the back of his hand and engraves the words.

"Oh, and... and.... what?

Chicken! Ugh!

Confident and wrong!

"Oh, and... and, right. Virgin. I'll rent a bathroom."

Beat the head of the Dumb Child to pieces.

I bumped over and over and said, 'Are you kidding me? Can I help you?' And when I whine, I twist my neck.

That's why it's called hospitality.

"First, we need to get rid of the plague god's filth."

I have to change places first.

Either way, I can't do it here.

What's the big deal forced me to have a lot of difficulty moving the plague god out of the temple.

Virgins and clerics move tediously to move people, slowly guiding the god of the plague to the bathhouse.

Along the way, there was also a scene where Beradne put the statue of the Virgin I flipped back to normal with puppet art, and the excited Torte-kun devoured her sister with a big eyeball.

He seems to miss the fact that he defeated the statue of the Virgin.

...... sorry.

When I get to the bathroom, it's my job.

Roll up the hem of your arms and feet to keep you in the mood.

That's the central temple of Virgin Church. The bathroom is made of large and rigorous stone, with careful sculptures carved everywhere.

You just need to get rid of the Plague God stain, so there's nothing wrong with just luxury, Haz.

"What are you going to start?

By the side, the Virgin looks anxiously at this one.

Draw up the water in a wooden barrel, dip the wipe cloth and squeeze.

"Land conservancy balances the spiritual balance of the land. The abundant land is overflowing with the power of the Spirit, and from among his Spirit these land conservatives appear. Areas with land tend to be less prone to drought and insect damage, and fruitful land adds even more spiritual power."

Gently water the plague god and wipe his body with strength.

The stubborn mud snuffed inside.

"They say land conservators are protecting us from 'bad stuff' at the same time as maintaining a spiritual balance. Oh, my God, it's hard. I was taught that this muddy stain is such an obscenity that it makes me come to warn you that there is an imminent disaster that cannot be prevented by the power of land preservation.... Phew."

"Disaster...?

"Many are epidemic diseases. In the village I was in, when the plague God came, a cold was beginning to break out."

Use your strength to remove dirt from each wipe.

The important thing is to show gratitude and hard work.

"Isn't that because the plague god brings disease?

"They say it's the other way around. I can't stop the disease from spreading, and this is how they come to teach me first. So if you show up as a god of the plague, you have to entertain the work. By doing so, the plague god tells us the type of disease that is going to be endemic and the prescription of that medicine. We used to get help in our village."

"That's what happened... No, this is how I'm in front of you right now, so I guess you're right. That could happen, right? To be honest, I'm surprised."

I thought they were doing it in every village.

Wasn't that very common?

"You also seemed to know Mr. Beradne and Mr. Leanscheid. I wonder if that's normal for" over there ". Who taught you that, Mr. Lefia?

"I..., that? Who told you that?"

Speaking of which, who told you that?

If I realized it, I would have looked after the plague god like every year.

Maybe I've been doing it since I was a little girl.

More, ever since I was much younger......

……

……

Ah.

"It's Uncle Cell...... Uncle Cell taught me.... Me"

"Uncle Cell? … is that from the village?

"No, I was an uncle of a former merchant who lived temporarily in the village, and there was someone very knowledgeable. I've been taught all sorts of other things like letters and calculations."

Yes, it's Uncle Cell.

I didn't know that at that time, but I was hiding in a human village at the time, Mr. Seruazam, the Grand Duke of the Devil. That guy told me.

... that's it.

The knowledge of land conservationists may be something that was not originally known in human society because of the knowledge of the devil tribe.

I see that possibility.

Because Mr. Seruazam is a demon, too.

Then maybe the Virgins don't have to know, in a way.

Huh, I think.

On the human side and on the devil's side, I feel there is a lot of separation between the knowledge I have.

About the labyrinth, about the demons, about the gods of plague.

I don't feel like there are a lot of people who don't know what the devil side knows for sure.

... I wonder what, this.

It's just a little unnatural, isn't it?

Why do I keep my knowledge apart so much?

Even if you say the world you live in is different, you're not in a different world beyond dimension. Even though it's a hassle living on the same earth, following.

Are you deliberately trying not to teach the human side?

I feel someone's manipulation, like I'm surrounded and trapped by a fence of knowledge.

Who would do that for what purpose?

I don't know.

I don't know...

I'm sure it feels very bad.

"Is it an epidemic disease? You're very concerned about that. I can help you, too."

The Virgin rolls her sleeves with a rough nose and soaks a wipe cloth in a wooden barrel to squeeze. Even though he's in a very high position, he's kind of like the trick.

I know very well not only because of the pre-construction on the doctrine, but also because I really clean around myself every morning.

I wipe it with all my strength.

The Virgin stopped moving again.

As if he had seen something incredible, he opened his eyes and compared the wipe cloth at hand to the plague god.

"... this, no.... No way."

Return the nod of affirmation to the werewolf Virgin.

I didn't realize when I was in the village, but now that I know something called magic, I know very well.

This, every wipe, has magic all over him. That's surprising, isn't it? I was surprised, too.

The plague god who had come to the village was very small, smaller than knee length. Still, I remember when I finished wiping the whole thing, I was exhausted.

I'm convinced now that it's because it consumed a lot of magic.

Look up silently at the plague god in front of you.

Three meters is a giant.

……

……

This... sounds pretty harsh.

"Please don't force the Virgin. It doesn't matter where you can."

"That's not why I'm going!

Conscious and magical, the dirt falls off just for that matter.

If you wipe it twice and again, that's all you can see is sweat on your forehead and rough breathing.

"Ha, ha. This is, what, pretty good, hey..."

"Because the Virgin doesn't have to, she doesn't mind the rest of the day....... it's ok. Maybe."

Within a few moments, the Virgin was beginning to breathe on her shoulders.

Although it's a pretty tough task, I'm not that worn out. Perhaps it is normally unsuitable.

Then you just have to do it by someone who can.

Immerse yourself in the work silently for a while.

Soak a wipe cloth in a wooden barrel and squeeze.

Wipe off the stain of the plague god with magic and rinse it again in a wooden barrel.

Magic every wipe.

Wipe off the dirt little by little.

Just even. Silently.

Repeat the same task.

Magic drain becomes fatigue and sticks to the body.

I manage to lift my hands and feet as they get heavier and heavier, wipe the sweat off my forehead and squeeze it out to do the magic.

Over and over again.

Wipe and squeeze, wipe and squeeze.

Big......

That's the sanctuary's land guard.

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……

It's the limit now.

Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh he

Zeze and his own breathing up and down his lungs heavily sounds so far away that it doesn't seem like his breathing.

I know it can't be, but I'm still sleeping on the bathroom floor in a big letter,... I don't feel like I can move one fingertip anymore.

Looking right beside her, the Virgin slept on the floor in the exact same outfit.

Just like me, it doesn't look like I could move another pinky finger.

We were both exhausted, and even though we had no room at all for that, there was an overlapping laugh that crept in at the same time.

... It's over. Uh-oh.

When the two of us managed to wipe down the stain of the plague god all the way, the sun was already setting and the bathroom was dyed red.