Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

A ritual in which witches gathered from various countries gathered in the diocese to honor the Spirit of Light and the Land of Elland - the liturgy of the Praise of the Sage begins on the eve of the second day of the Covenant Festival.

Formerly used as a royal palace in Eland, the magnificent cathedral was lined up with witches from different countries, large and small, with bright larens.

The sight of a circular cathedral with fine tiles arranged in a geometric pattern, lined regularly by a woman wearing a colour cloth, is only artistic.

Some comb their hair with oil and carefully tie it up, while others colour their eyes with mineral-crushed colour powder.

Their outfits are beautifully put together, whether the awareness with the leading women of the country makes them do so.

(On the surface, yeah)

As the representative of the host country, Safita, sitting one step high in the diocese, thought that, looking down at the witches with no expression.

In accordance with the code, it seems to avoid excessively gorgeous decorations, but nevertheless with the perfume they were wearing, the diocese, which was supposed to be sacred, smelled like an upside down.

Thickly applied funny is the appearance of a decoration.

The bird feathers and fur ornaments worn by some witches are a source of uncleanness, which would be the intention of a native appeal.

(More importantly, the look on the faces of the women holding back behind the witches)

Saffita glanced at the ladies who put together the robes of the generation and gave them a cold look.

In the Code of the Covenant Festival, it is unacceptable for the witches to bring their servants from their native land.

It should have been one of the trials, but the princesses, who lived a long time ago, couldn't seem to accept such a life.

I can't help but poke recklessness at exotic women officials and see fatigue and frustration in the faces of the women just the ones they've been spending their time at will.

As the closest Ellanders to each other, the princesses assumed they were "servants" and didn't seem to realize the potential, even though they said that if a close relationship were established with a female official, more blessings from the Spirit would be easier to receive.

Of course, I don't have the in-laws to point that out to you here.

Seven years is a long time.

No matter how "oh I should have" regretted the earlier witch, to tell and train it to the next generation, it weathers both will and memory, that's about the time period.

That is why the Errand side was to see the women drowned in the sins of vanity and arrogance, as if they could be shown every time, even at a badly made concert.

(How many people will the Spirit smile at this covenant festival?)

Blessings are promised in the form of smiles from the Spirit.

The Spirit of the Light smiles only at the witch, who has given her such brilliant praise as to shake her heart.

And on the morning of the last day of the covenant festival, toward the country in which the witch dwells, the Spirit of Light is to share a further blessing of light.

It will be caused by the diminishing faith in the Spirit, the number of countries receiving blessings, in the last hundred years or so, was gradually decreasing.

Previously, if blessings were not granted, the messenger of that country flew in and lay down for months under King Eland begging for the mercy of the Spirit, but these days it has also diminished.

If, after the last contract festival, the nation was destroyed, we will not see any more such sights in the future.

In addition to the blessing colors, the witches' gaze also reveals emotions such as contempt and insult for the diaspora.

Safita was testing the witches while hiding her unspeakable rudeness and frustration inside her pitiful face - where she narrowed her blue-grey eyes.

There's no witch from Weitz.

Um, the girl, as if she were a living copy of the Spirit of Light, hadn't come to the diocese yet.

(... Exactly, can't make it)

Calculate the distance from the ghetto, which also snorts best inside.

Were you tired of walking, crying on the way, or were you exposed to unfamiliar sunshine for a long time and fell?

Or are you stuck in a room, shamed by the dirt and smell?

Whatever the reason.

If you do not show up before the Spirit, that is all you are laziness as a witch and an insult to the Spirit.

But - Safita was terribly surprised to have herself somewhere to have hoped for, as she set it up herself, to see how many girls would stand without eating.

What a contradiction.

Ridiculous, I shake my head.

Such insignificant thoughts were not, at best, acceptable occasions or identities.

In the heart of the cathedral, where the Spirit of Light is to manifest itself, there is a throne elephant with beautiful stones, beside which lies a veiled spiritual bead.

Sometimes we keep it out of sight because it is a treasure in the treasure, but covering it also during the ritual was to keep the witches of other countries from understanding its filthy appearance.

Errand's treasure, corroded by magic.

Looking at it again, Safita tightened her mind.

The Spirit of the Highest Grade of Light in the Spirit, by virtue of his noble spirit and heart of mercy, does not blame the Son of Man for rare things.

Whether the dependent beads are fouled and the forces of light diminish, they will not even be angry unless the defending Elando is in clear danger.

But that is why the people of Safita and Eland could not help but love her and devote themselves to her.

(Even so. If the Weitz have damaged the dependence of the Spirit, we must punish him instead of the Spirit of Light -)

That's how Safita put her strength into the fist she was putting on her knees, at that moment.

Zawa, and the air in the cathedral rocked.

No, technically, the twist didn't happen in unison, it seemed to spread from a place like a wave.

Its source and place of thought - at the entrance to the cathedral, exactly where the girl Safita had conceived had just fulfilled her entrance.

…………

The moment he turns his gaze innumerably and captures the girl, Safita's eyes are opened.

So much so that its appearance was vivid.

Before setting, Rin's face staring at this one with the sun emitting the strongest light on its back is as beautiful as a miracle.

Clearly white skin now had a slight redness of cheeks, like peach fruit hosting sweet dew.

Cloudless purple eyes, but only slightly red painted at the sight, bring out the luster that makes you want to sigh.

For carefully tied dark hair, white flowers of mandals.

For a white robe without shard stains, a brightly colored laren, like just braided earlier.

Furthermore, as she walked, a refreshing citrus aroma, not perfume, drifted around fluttering.

"Oh my..."

Even from among the witches, the sigh of admiration leaks.

Clean and glossy.

She was a miraculous girl who was clean as a marshmallow cloth, but with a glance and unabated glamour.

On both sides, that diagram, following a woman with a gentle grin, is no longer the Spirit of Light itself that brings the Apostle.

Everyone lost their words and watched the girl move on.

(Ahhh...)

Meanwhile, Leo, a mere money-keeper, wearing the skin of a beautiful miracle girl, was the thought of shrugging his neck to a cancer watching attack that never fitted.

(See, it's common business manners across all continents that you shouldn't be late after all. I told you to hurry!

He had only complained to Kaje and Sulya in his heart.

Yes, Leo had been messing with his face and body all along the road by two people who, for some reason, seemed motivated to fire in the ghetto.

Leo was heartily surprised that the three of them boarded the cage in charge of the Gizza Gizza Boys - and the stubbornness of their cage and bearers - the first thing they did was wash and massage Leo's body.

I said to Gustav, "You're a saint. You can serve a glass or two of clean water, right? 'And when he wiped his whole body with fresh water, which he had majestically intimidated, he rubbed there the skins of mandals and the oil of plants such as Cal. It would mean replacing fragrance oil.

In addition, makeup is applied carefully and the hair is tied up without loss of vibration.

He ran out as soon as he arrived at the cathedral, and the next moment he appeared, he had a brand new robe and Laren in his hand.

It was Leo who was on a serious tour of "exotic cosmetics, too," during the first, but his head became parn around "This is the lotion substitute," "This is the cream substitute," "This is the basement," "This is the funny substitute," "But paint this one to make it look natural," "Highlights here," "Grade here," "Blur here," and after that, he gave up mastery.

Women's obsession with beauty is the gateway to the demonic realm.

Moreover, whenever delicate work occurs, he says, 'Hey, stop the cage! The brush will slip!' 'Oh, no more! The braids are back on!' And I didn't care if Leo would be late for the ritual because they would relentlessly hold back.

Compliance with Leo's business manners five minutes ago was a priority for him rather than pretending to be beautiful.

In the end, it was only after time that we arrived at the entrance to the diocese, and the feeling of peeking through the gap in the door was that you were all already in alignment.

'Um... here's one, softly, why don't you go in inconspicuously...?

And Leo suggested that it be a snack - and, by the way, the language, 'You'd better get rid of the excessive salutation, it'll be beautiful Ellandic!' And corrected -, the Kajes didn't admit it hard enough, and, well, it felt like they both opened the door at the same time.

That's why Leo, dressed like a late criminal who attracts attention during his class, is going to break through the diocese.

(Whoa... they're watching... They're watching so much...)

I guess this is what a piercing gaze means.

The Kajes walking on both sides, flat, or even smiling - Leo said what a highly through-skilled people they are - are, for their part, full of determination of the poker face.

By the side, it just seems like a schematic, like a girl walking straight without being caught in an affair and a woman watching it proudly, but Leo wasn't aware of it.

How dare you reach the direct front of the Saffita when you are guided but still move around the place.

Saffita glanced at those blue-grey eyes for a moment as she grinned with a snare to deceive her awkwardness as she met him staring down at this one. She then slipped away from her subtle gaze.

"- Now, then, perform the liturgy of praise"

Apparently he was really waiting for Leo, to arrive. No, no, Safita stood up on the spot all the time and told him that in a cool voice.

He seems to act as a facilitator of this ritual, whether it is because of his status as a former prince or as one of the great sages.

Contrary to him who stood up, the witches and the ladies knelt at once on the spot.

In the liturgy of praise, first of all, the leaders of Eland offer prayers and manifest the Spirit of Light.

But after that, every witch walks out, one by one, to do her name and praise, and awaits the reaction of the Spirit of Light.

"O Reiki, the light that unites the continent as the protector of the promised land. Give a mouthful of loyalty to your rich dark hair and forgive us eternal joy, framed before the eyes of mercy. Throw a light upon the path of obscurity, and fill the house of the Son of man with his warm glow - '

Safita's pronunciation is skinned, her head clothed, and nine other mentors pray with their deep necks dripping.

It's ancient Errand.

It was not merely an ancient rhetoric, but a unique habit of intonation and the way it was pronounced, and the strange rhythm like that song seemed to invite those who listened to it into the world of the Spirit.

(... no. To be precise, spiritual or in the world of dreams, this)

A voice with a certain regularity and coming and going with treble and bass as if it were a pendulum would bring out a person's drowsiness.

If you ask sideways, there are a number of witches who are ripping the boat out early.

Well, if you were to walk in the heat and be prolonged to hear ancient Erlandic that doesn't even make sense, you wouldn't have to.

But Leo, who was about to fall asleep first, unexpectedly did not feel sleepy at all.

Because...

(Sounds like this prayer, the Spirit of Light, is honoring the Golden Spirit!

For the contents of this prayer should not have been thought of as being dedicated to the Spirit of gold, who believes in Leo.

From Leo, it was all the work of the Golden Spirit to cut through the obscurity and warm the house and nostalgia.

(Hehe, reflecting on the water car-like incident, this time, I'm glad I've been studying Ancient Ellandic hard)

As long as I can understand the content, this extended prayer to praise the Spirit sounds like it's like, "Me, I like that kid here," "I like this place," "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Instead, I wanted to join it myself, and Leo was listening seriously to prayer as he poured all the concentration he could have.

It was rather the surroundings that impressed me with its appearance.

In particular, the witches of other countries of the same age and the women who refrain behind them were ashamed to compare the sincere attitude shown by the girl to their sleeping eyes.

And also, the beautiful thing about the girl.

Dressed in sacred outfits and kneeling quietly, it is still like a painting of a width.

The witches thought to report this girl first to the king and family when they returned home.

and then.

- Pahhhh...

The cathedral, which refrained from sunset and was about to dim, began to be filled with light at midday.

of the Spirit of Light, was manifestation.

Tie it high over your head and still flow abundantly, with a smooth black that feels warm.

Impossible for humans, in a white face neat to perfect left-right symmetry, divine golden eyes.

Gently pulled lips sow mercy, and there is a temperament that no one can encroach upon when they are standing up.

He was precisely a beautifully lit figure worthy of the Supreme Spirit.

Hmm, and the sigh leaks from nowhere.

From many princesses who have no magic or spiritual powers, it is a miracle that shakes my heart greatly, even if I take one sight so suddenly filled with light.

Furthermore, they were blinded by the spirits of light that went down to the throne and the witches of Weitz kneeling right beside them, not much alike.

The color of the eyes is the difference, its dark hair, its beautiful face, its elegant standing.

The way the two confront each other is like a matching mirror.

Or the girl staring at the Spirit as if she were a sister reunited by a sister torn apart by heaven and earth.

But.

(uhh...... whoa whoa whoa!?

The contents of the girl in the role of sister were, unfortunately, just a penetrating money-keeper who raised a utterly unscrupulous and astonishing roar.

(Raw/Spirit of Light! Awesome! My eyes are golden! Awesome! It's like a golden spirit!

Leo was impressed.

I thought the manifestation itself was all the more surprising because I had already seen the Carnellient, but just what should be called the Supreme Spirit in the Supreme Spirit, the Spirit of Light had a vivid sanctity that rocked even Leo's soaked soul.

Rather, the figure of the Spirit of Light looked more like Leo's contemplative "Golden Spirit" than expected, and in that sense Leo was trembling with emotion from earlier.

(Wow! Beautiful! Great! Super type!! - Oh, I wish my hair was golden too!

Leo had already begun to wonder if this Spirit could mean the Golden Spirit.

It is an unbelievable idea, backed up by a feverish gaze.

As he was plucked out of his soul, as he gazed inadvertently, Safita, who eventually finished praying, survived the manifestation and knelt on the spot.

- Have mercy on the continent.

It is a signal that praise by the witches of all nations will finally begin.

It's supposed to play first - which means it's from the smallest country - but the witch looked up much and walked out to the throne in a hurry.

When she gratefully moves, she raises her name in awkward Ellandic.

And he began to honor the land of the Spirit.

The land of the Spirit, but three sons of the east, the kingdom of Charcus, Rita, my name. The land of the Spirit, Eland, … arrou, the sunlight, beautiful… arrou, white, stone, the building… arrou '

Perhaps Arou is the word "uh" or something like that in the language of her country, in an excited corner of her head, Leo calmly analyzed.

Miss Rita manages to finish praising herself by holding onto her afterwards and generating tons of arrows, turning bright red to her ears and laying her face down.

Then the lady beside me supplemented me with some words, which Safita further replaced with Ancient Erandean, and passed on to the Spirit of Light.

Apparently, this kind of interpreting work is occurring because it is just impossible to demand that you speak ancient Erlandic. It's a tricky thing.

Then Safita asked some questions about whether the statement was false, etc., and when Rita answered it, her praise was finally over.

The Spirit did not smile, although the soft expression did not break.

When Rita lowered, one after the other, the witch of life walked out of there, each praising her.

By the time the witches of the ten nations and regions had finished their lives, Leo had learned the "uh" of the words of the ten nations.

Apparently, they just stretched their legs a little, not as far away as Leo, to a major tourist destination near the cathedral.

The portrayals that come out of the lifespan are also repeated as follows: "The sun shines brilliantly," "White Asia and mosaic architecture are stunning," "The meal is delicate and elegant," and you can see that there was not much input.

Well, it's tough to share your thoughts just for a little while in a tourist-nized place, Leo said, feeling sympathetic.

(Hmm... Sama the Great Sage is seriously trying to piss off the spirits on this kid)

Meanwhile, Kaje and the others were nostalgic about the girl's attention at first, but as they heard the praises of witches from other countries, they were beginning to realize that Safita's reckoning was definitely driving the girl into distress.

Unlike where the girl was designated, the destinations of the witches of other countries were all scenic tourist destinations that Eland boasted of.

One place has a wonderful contrast between the open sky and the earth, and another has a majestic cathedral that took a hundred years to build.

Even meals served day and night are first-class.

If you just state them, whatever awkward Ellandic language you may have, it will accordingly take the form of praise for Elando.

But - the girl was sent to the ghetto.

She didn't seem uncomfortable, but she stood upside down, which makes it hard for her to praise.

Kaje himself, because I can't imagine how to portray that hometown that would honor Eland.

(Screw this kid's heart, one silver coin if you piss Weitz off, one more if you move your troops, and one more if you curse Errand. We only had in mind to hunt this child down, but Sama the Great Sage's aim is only to tailor this child and this child's country to the "perpetrator")

Until now, especially a request that never even delved into its sincerity.

But coming here, Kaje was a thought that faded to its gravity.

What if a girl talks about what happened in the Glades and breaks the mood of the Spirit?

Not if I can't get enough blessings.

Dissatisfaction with Eland is supposedly an insult to the Spirit, and on that pretext, if Eland ever attacked Weitz.

This good, abnegation girl is made the "cause" of ugly strife.

(Oh, shit......! You shouldn't have corrected that unusual language!

On the road, the Kajes wondered how faint this beautifully dressed girl would be if she gave her praise in perfect Erlandic.

So I thought it would be a good idea to correct the girl's language.

But think calmly, no matter how euphemistically you describe what happened in that filthy ghetto, there was no way that it would be a compliment to Eland.

That's about it, I wish we had forced the girl to change her mind while pretending to speak a strange Ellandic and supplement herself.

(Oh, shit......! Damn!)

Earlier, we were too excited to let the girl go from the nasty pilgrimage trials.

By protecting the girl from the strong sunlight and polishing her perfectly to the point where other witches envied her, the request was meant to jump.

But it's not.

At a time when I showed the girl that ghetto as a land to speak in front of the Spirit, the Kajes had done a fine request.

(Please, don't touch what's going on in that place...!

The sky is blue, for example, or the sun is big?

That's about as good a portrayal as it sounds about Eland.

Then let us tailor ourselves to the satisfying beauty of the Spirit.

"- Then last. Praise be to the Witch of the Weitz Empire '

If I noticed, the girl's turn was turning.