Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

The covenant festival ritual takes place in the form of a reproduction of the encounter between the Spirit and the witch depicted in the Bible.

That is, that a woman of pure heart may accustom her body to the sanctuary in order to meet the Spirit, and walk on through the sanctuary to honor its beauty, and that the Spirit may bless her in response to her word.

Day one is equivalent to a occasion to get used to the body, so the witches mouth Elando's meal.

The second day is the continuation of it - that is, the march of the Holy Land.

That's why Leo,

'Come on! Let's go out loud, no, you'll come!

In front of the cathedral gate, he was breathing heavily into his temper.

Morning of the second day of the contract festival.

As usual, the sun pours down with you, and the reddish soil is rustling and smooth.

The sky is blue, the wind is calm. It was considered an excellent leg day.

Speaking of Leo, he also completed the repair of the example witch outfit he was given - he kept a whisker storage pocket everywhere - and the interrupting brunette tied to one at the top of his head, motivated.

(Indulge in local dining on the first day and sightseeing on the second day? What a ritual I only get)

For a courtier like a witch, having to spend half a day walking around on her own feet and at the end of the day talking about the splendour of the sanctuary in Erandean is a fine ordeal, but Leo only saw this as a bit of a thought after letting him sightsee it slowly.

Of course, Leo is more of a personal traveler than a group tour.

(Speaking of greed, it would be great to walk sloppily with a thoughtful duck, but it would be nice to walk alone and in silence)

Think about that while spreading the map you were given long enough ago.

Now Leo, in the name of the trials, was just about to head to a place designated by the diocese by himself.

The Suicidal Witches are gathered at the end of breakfast or in the halls of the diocese, each handed a map with a different destination, leaving one person at a time.

With Leo's furthest destination, Leo got the honor of knocking the gate brilliantly, ahead of schedule.

Nevertheless, they just can't let a courtier from another country really walk alone, keeping distance to such an extent that the signs don't bother them that the witched ladies are supposed to follow.

I wish he'd toured with me, but the trials seemed to be a code for witches to come alone, so Leo had a "sort of" split about it, too.

Always the money making thing occupies his head, he is also less lonely.

(Pfft...... Eland, who may never have come in his entire life. Let's take this opportunity to observe and find a business bud...)

Leo took a monumental step from the diocese, pushing him completely into the corner of his head, such as about the trials, and setting the merchant frontier spirit on fire.

- Though.

"Really, what the hell is this' trial '..."

Behind Leo, who moves forward in exasperation, and further behind Kaje and Surya, there were two shadows that cloud the expression and follow.

A worrying squire, Kai and, surprisingly, Gustav, a strong chivalrous spirit.

They were walking with a sharp gaze to avoid losing sight of their precious girl, taking great care not to get too close to the women to be perceived as "disturbing the ritual".

"Holy Knight. Is' The Trial of Pilgrimage to the Holy Land 'imposed on a Suicidal Witch such a harsh thing"

"No...... There's nothing like it in the church records, either. More or less, rituals are shaped as they are repeated. A contract festival is a 'trial'. I hope so, but in the end, it should have been the essence of the recent past to feed the ladies of the countries and show them the beauty of the land of Eland and return them."

"Again..."

Kai narrowed her eyes while making sure her senses weren't wrong.

"As a trial, some rigour was interwoven, and I had prepared Master Leonora to build on it, but... I didn't expect the Autonomous Communities to work for the Sovereign Nation with such a blatant harassment"

That's what he said, because the girl is obviously being treated like an insult.

Clothing is old clothing that I don't think will be paid to a national guest.

The contents of the meeting are crude.

The two female officers attached to the girl have an unexpected attitude towards the target as a guest.

I didn't know the contract festival code was such a harsh thing, and when Kai tried collecting information about witches in other countries from last night, it seems that only girls are being treated like this.

The other witches seem to be getting burned to the brink of great comfort, no matter what the woman does to them.

I'll give it to you, kick the cathedral out of the morning - and the other witches say it's about the point of walking a little before noon - but after letting you walk in the strong sun, I didn't expect you to honor the land of Elland.

"Moreover, to the best of my knowledge, there should be a slum stretch ahead of this road. Why is Master Leonora the only one who sees things like this when he usually just walks around the tourist attractions near the capital...! Does Eland intend to wage war on Weitz?"

"No."

Gustav's reply was short.

He stared at the girl walking in the distance as he opened his eyes to sword swallowing more than Kai.

"Eland, who has the Spirit of Mercy in his protection, will not imitate it like he would set it up from over there. So they're also attacking the extent to which they fit into the 'trials'."

For example, an old costume, a crude meal, or even letting the slums turn their feet, if they were to "train the minds of clean poverty," a single saying would be established. That is the power of religion.

Gustav murmured in a roaring voice, a provocation.

"Eland doesn't fight for himself. Because they must be pathetic victims in order to gain the protection of the Spirit. Eland, who strictly pierces the doctrine, and Weitz, who unreasonably attacks it. I guess they're provoking Weitz through Harkenberg to get that schematic taken."

"Oh no..."

Kai shook his head with a sad look.

"So what should we do, Master Leonora?"

"I don't ride provocation...... I mean, I just have to endure"

Gustav also replied, roaring low.

The situation that there was someone to protect in front of me and that I had both the sword and the power to wield for her, but could not exercise it, was teething and also impudent.

"If the poor are going to attack Harkenberg, I can hit this one too...... It's also a strange story to hope that happens. We just have to believe in Harkenberg's tolerance and the goodwill around us."

Ahead of an amber gaze staring sharply, Eland's powerful sun was beginning to rise high in the sky.

"Surprisingly, you work hard, my witch Sama."

'... right'

As Sulya pounded and muttered as she stared at the girl rocking her tied dark hair, her neighbor Kaje nodded quietly as well.

It's been nearly three hours since they left the cathedral.

In the meantime, without ever breaking the pace, the girl proceeded to walk around, looking around, and the Kajes also walked behind it, taking a certain distance.

As we leave the cathedral, the road widths narrow, the pavement is gone, and now it is more like just the ground mixed with mud, stone, and weed than the road.

Robust buildings that were neatly cementing the side of the road also sparse, and instead, a splash house combining stone and tile scraps increases its number.

He smelled faint cow manure drifting around, and the Kajes frowned.

'... it's no different, around here'

'It can't even change, can it? Filled with shit, I get chased to work like shit and live a tight life. You can't change that.'

The work of the poor in Eland is usually all about "stinking" jobs such as garbage picking and the dismantling of livestock.

A somewhat privileged job, subcontracting spiritual cloths and tiles at best.

Only the colors combine bright yarns and stone spots, on both coming and coming days, and glue the paste mouth with a small amount of money.

But even though I said that the job was "shit," Sulya's feelings about staying in the expression "snug" in life itself were painfully clear to Kaje.

Though slammed, we have their people here.

Memories with them, life is packed.

I understand that the environment in my hometown is a bad one now that I have glimpsed a gorgeous life in Shanghai, - but still, I can't deny it altogether.

Nevertheless, the nobles cannot possibly understand such sentiments.

The Kajes, who were instructed to make their way to their homeland "to hunt down the girl," were snotty with the arrogance and insensitivity of the order.

'... hey Kaje. Exactly, isn't she enjoying herself?

'Oh. I've been stopping more and more since just now. Body fatigue is like cooking, you can't just recieve every beauty'

Ahead of Kaje narrowing her eyes, the girl is stopping and soaking her sweat.

She let her brunette paste on the white nape, so that she could calm herself down, exhaled briefly and stared at the surrounding township.

I guess the heat is hard, those big purple eyes moisturize in the distance, and the cheeks are red and uplifting.

Are you exhausted physically and in this unfamiliar environment?

Kaje thought it was impossible.

In a house stretched out right next to the girl's walk, a demolished cow or pig hangs for blood loss.

Blood and beast odors drifting around would be intolerable to the noble daughter.

Pieces of tile roll down the road, which cannot be said to be the road, obstructing walking, and raw waste is thrown aside at a certain distance by the road.

How could the Kajes watch the girl look at it and round her eyes?

More importantly, the women knitting the cloth, the men knitting the cow, the indiscreet gaze that can bathe the girl.

They do not hide suspicious expressions directed at others, although it is not by hand for the girl's too spirited beauty.

When I realized the presence of the Kajes walking behind me and understood that this was the test of the Covenant Festival - that is, that this girl was the princess of another country - the face became more bitter.

They whisper to each other, "What the hell are you doing here?" and "Are you looking down on us?" based on your face and skin color.

Some people cursed, "Get out, you imperial bitch."

Kaje muttered small as she stopped walking to match the stopped girl.

"... that kid, I hope you don't know Slang"

"Kaje?"

'Nothing, I don't want you to get hurt, or anything like that.... It's embarrassing that a female pig is one of those idiots who uses cursing words to feed her every day.

Daily food.

In that rhetoric, Surya realized that the influence of the girl remained.

But I didn't try to say anything.

She glimpses her stubborn sister's preciousness, and then stares at the girl standing blushing by the road.

You can hear it if you raise your voice, but you're at a distance you can't reach, like a little encouragement, girl.

"... don't fall down"

Sulya held her fist under a lobe of superior attire and prayed that this "trial" and other damned acts would come to an end as soon as possible.

"Eland, good......"

Leo was in emotion.

While still slightly absurd his nose as it touched him, he noticed himself like that and, to calm down, leaked his breath small.

I wonder if it's even some major tourist destination, and I follow the map and walk for a few hours.

He has now come across something a few steps better than that.

It is the so-called ghetto that is spreading in front of Leo.

The roads are narrow and the houses are twisted together, and the people who have taken up positions that are not superior are working in the muggled sun.

There was also the smell of livestock around, but this made Leo feel more nostalgic than disgusted.

I miss it.

Yes, there was a lot to go by here about Leo's hometown, the Lower Town.

However, the beautiful mosaic-like tiles used in the house and the hanging spiritual cloth were exotic and attractive.

(This, it feels densely populated or "graceful? What do you sell that for? It feels like I'm working or something, okay? The only difference is between the color of your skin and - like this sunshine?

That's how I look up at the sun just a little bit.

Unlike Weitz, the sun pouring down blessings with her had created a strong exotic sentiment in the sky.

(The sun is strong, and this raw skin screams a tingle right away, but the heat itself isn't uncomfortable, is it?)

This witch's outfit is just the Ellandic style, which includes plenty of wind at the same time protecting her skin from the sun and is quite comfortable.

I couldn't help but steam it from Weitz's dress, but I don't have a problem with this.

Instead, speaking of heat, he was a river boy about this time because he sucked worse when he worked part-time in a smoking workshop.

(Besides, when I was working part-time at the tavern, my grandma at the store said, it's hotter than sweating, Yale gets out a lot. So the store shut the windows and said it was deliberately hot)

Sweaty, staring at the Shizuku left in his palm.

That means this is magical water that loosens people's purses.

Since yesterday, this has been a big discovery for Leo, who has been thinking about how to produce hormone grills.

(After all, you shouldn't bring that dish to Weitz. Your guts have to be fresh, and more importantly, I want to drink this, hot, cancer ale! It's not an environment. Uh)

In the shining sun, he drinks up very much of the foaming ale, and in between, cheeks up the guts of the ragged cucumber. This is it. This is the secret.

Then you have to think about taking the Weitz out to Elando rather than bringing the dish into Weitz.

Nevertheless, Eland already felt that the tourism business as a religious sanctuary was well developed, and I thought that was the necklace -

(There was. There it is, the last unexplored land. The bud of the tourist business called Lower Town Tour......!

Leo wanted to praise himself for the excellence of his inspiration.

Originally the first land of the Spirit, Eland is often visited by devout nobles and upper citizens as a place of pilgrimage.

Along with the elegance of its meals and the beauty of its buildings, conceptual journeys like "Three Nights and Four Days Through the Capital of Grace and Sophistication - Eland" exist enough to sweep and throw away.

But what Leo is trying to propose anew was a completely different style of journey.

The target will be the middle- to lower-level citizens, who will be enriched in the future by, for example, the spread of formations.

Suggest to them a friendly tour that is not shoulder strained, equally sized and exciting.

First of all, the accommodation is not a luxury accommodation, but a church dotted all over Eland.

Like the cathedral where Leo stays, the sunny and cool rooms are sure to soothe the Weitz unfamiliar with the heat.

And what you eat isn't elegant Elando court dishes or anything like that, but B-grade cuisine, including hormone grills.

Enjoy this powerful, fresh dish in the exotic sun, stirring guts and ales.

Once you've rented a costume in a comfortable Ellandic style, you've agreed to make it even more exciting.

(Like cathedrals and sanctuaries, I was concerned they were scarce for sightseeing eyeballs, but for this minute, you don't seem to have to worry about that!

Leo grinned at the garlic and once again saw what was going on in the lower town.

Women knitting yarns of extreme colour that you can't see in Weitz.

Children combine bright tiles into geometric patterns.

Unlike just cutting meat, carefully sorting it to the gut, awesome men.

Here, Weitz is full of beauty and technology that we don't have.

I'm sure the Weitz will want to burst into buying spiritual cloths and tile ornaments, and unfamiliar gut dishes, if eaten live, will be impressive.

I'm somewhat concerned about the smell of livestock, but compared to something like this, the lower town of Richiert, that's not even fart.

Perhaps the livestock or the way the manure was disposed of was different from that of Weitz.

(I don't know - you have a high degree of folk, overall. Do you like it clean or conscious? The garbage is put aside without sprinkling it on the road, the meat hangs nicely from every house, don't throw away your guts, I'll cook it)

Even a person's personality is very different from the downtown guts that can be described as Richiert's fierceness.

For example, if someone else walked in the East End for a while, they would meet and be held up in three seconds, and all the money would be ripped off, but even though the people here looked at this one suspiciously, they never got their hands on it.

Some people were shouting cursing words, but he also got a gaze around him like "I would say that in the words of the Spirit" and "Don't Pull" and was sober.

It is morally high enough to impress me a bit.

That's right.

The Kajes, who do not know anything other than the lower town of Eland, thought the environment to be inferior, but further down below.

It was a biological carnivore, and the lower town of Weitz, a hunting people, was so much more sanitary and humane and harsh.

That's why

"Oh dear Carr......!

Leo finally put his hands together and offered his thanks to Carl Heinz Reimund Gold Coins, a less inspiring and inspiring one that went on earlier.

Yesterday's visceral cuisine, and today's sightseeing tour of Lower Town, allowed me to come up with such a complex business for myself in the middle of the money-keeping road (Shiseido). This, too, must be Lord Carr's guide.

(Something like a lot of patrols since you came to Eland. I thought you were here, the Golden Spirit)

I even think about that.

I was not at all interested in the Spirit of Light or anything else, but if the Spirit of Gold were to be in this land, I would have loved to meet you and offer you one of my prayers.

And suddenly you gave Leo a little prayer, and the boy who was bending over the edge of the road said, "Wow! 'and scream small.

He seemed to be in the middle of discarding that, holding aside a small box filled with raw waste.

Then I get a little eye contact, and Leo laughs aggressively.

Then the boy turned his face instantly bright red and then looked around like he had returned to me much more, eventually with an alert eye.

'... what the hell are you, Weitz's witch, coming to such a lower town? We're not spectacles!

'No......'

Thanks, I can't help but hurt all those who touch me, I think I'm old enough for a gizzard heart.

but Leo with a steel mentality is not bitten or farted by such a boy.

I had much more to worry about than that.

A box of garbage the boy is holding.

And the garbage dump on the side of the road where he's about to dump the garbage.

Thanks to that, there was a mix of curious bumps that bounced orange light similar to gold coins.

(What the... Fruit skin? It smells refreshing. Thanks to you, I don't mind the smell of raw waste at all)

From earlier on, it was strange that it was so hot that I didn't really care about the smell of garbage, manure, or slaughtered meat.

Is this the wisdom of Lower Town?

If so, I'd love to know how to make it.

Powerful natural deodorants will treasure you when producing gut dishes and lower town tours, and you are sure to sell them within Weitz.

Believing that feeling, Leo tried to ask, "You guys, what are you mixing with raw waste?"

"Um, not a spectacle or anything, you guys, raw waste..."

"We're the raw waste!?

After being blocked along the way, something was badly misunderstood.

What a nasty boy.

"No, it's not -"

'Ha, no kidding. It's just beautiful to look at, but you rotten noblemen with sexual roots. Look, you're the raw waste. How dare you...!

With words, the boy thrust Leo into a pile of garbage.