Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

Contract Festival, last day.

While the sky was not yet white, the faithful people of Eland were gathered around the diocese.

Normally, the cathedral, which cannot be approached until it has completed its rigorous ordeal, is free to enter and exit only on this day's exterior.

Many people, apart from rituals, are intoxicated and upbeat by the liquor of festivals held throughout the night.

These three days or so, they rested the hands of labor, and were drunk with alcohol, and the last morning the Spirit of Light gave blessings - to see the light of the visitation out of the diocese, and to finish this festival.

Aryl Addo peered through the cathedral's stuck window and gently grinned at the people waiting for the sunrise at ease as they sang.

Innocent, cheerful, good.

I have no doubt that what is brought to us with the dawn is sunlight by the Spirit of Light.

- But that's fine.

The happier they are now, the harder it will be for them to come down afterwards, and the deeper the despair.

And that increased negative emotion will soon feed the Spirit of Darkness and become his own strength.

Thinking of its sweetness, nature, Aryl Addo's cheeks loosened.

Between the balcony of the diocese facing east, and the girdle connected thereto, the witches and mentors of the nations have already refrained.

Some rubbed their eyelids in drowsiness, while others leaped their hearts towards the impending liberation from the task, awaiting, uniformly, the time of sunrise.

And then, if Safita, the representative of the Archdeacon, appears with prayer with a spiritual bead, it is the beginning of the ritual of suicide.

(Come on, it's the beginning of a great evil)

Aryl Addo turned off her grin and instead gave her a heartfelt, hurried look, knocking on the door between the treasures that Safita was holding back.

That room, which is connected to the same balcony as the one between the twigs, should have been bright and bright with plenty of sunlight coming from the outside, but now that the night is not even dawn, it is closed to bitter darkness because it is not even lit by a candle.

In a dark and solemn space with spiritual beads resting on a huge pedestal, his master sat staring blurredly at his palms.

"Dear Safita, There's something I want to put in your ear - oh, let it stay dark like this again. You're going to shade your heart. '

While I tell you a little early, as usual, in the tone of the worrying caregiver himself, I'll transfer the fire from the nearby candlestick to brighten up the room.

So I cut him out with a strange face, staring at the candle fire.

"The witches are gathering for the impending ritual of life, but... Hi, I don't see the witch of Weitz."

…………

Aryl Addo frowned and nodded at Safita, who looked up quietly.

'Well, I thought you were oversleeping, but I asked the ladies, and they said you're not back in the room for a few more minutes. Maybe he tried to explore the cathedral and got lost. This building is a complex structure, anyway.'

complex structure, in the part where Aryl Ado grinned inside.

Yes, this seemingly beautiful cathedral is truly full of contradictions, as is Eland's graceful and corrupt history.

While calling arrogance a sin, it is built on a high ground that overlooks people, or there is a room for trapping prisoners while putting charity in the doctrine.

Extremely, - directly beneath this room, dedicated to the dependent beads of the Spirit of Light, there may be a room for summoning the Spirit of Darkness.

(Although I was the one who made the last modification)

A dungeon that used to be tied to this room in a secret passage so that royalty could sneak in and torture prisoners.

And it was Aryl Ado who put up the altar there.

Just now, is it fitting that there the witch of Weitz is losing her life when her young body is being molested by lowly men?

The anguish and resentment of the sober, the cry of sorrow, will undoubtedly summon the Spirit, putting together a darkness like no other.

It is unfortunate not to be able to be present at that moment, but I hear that in the case of the Spirit of Darkness, he may be summoned or "flattened" the offered offering and the operator without vision.

Aryl Addo painted her own blood on a gold coin, an offering, to show that the Lord of this ritual is herself.

In doing so, after the summoned Spirit of Darkness has filled his belly as one, he intends to leave slowly and make a covenant.

(Besides, I'm not supposed to be in a ceremonial setting at this moment, right?)

When it turns out that Weitz's witch was later tragically murdered, Aryl Addo must penetrate his innocence.

To do this, he needed to be witnessed by many people at that moment when the Spirit of Darkness was called.

By inducing that the corrosion of the Spirit Pearl is due to magic, he makes Safita feel distrustful and hostile to Weitz, and by killing witches under Eland's control, he makes Weitz feel hatred for Safita.

In the meantime, I have to stand, look strange, stir up a confrontation between the two, and scatter battle and evil.

Here and now, there was no way that sin could be known.

With a difficult look, Aryl Addo even offered to Safita, who was staring at her fist.

"If you were to be absent from the rite of life, in addition to yesterday's insult to the Spirit, you can finally be a reason to blame Weitz. But thanks for the Spirit of Light, how you liked that witch. Using her as an excuse to fight is - after all, my conscience blames me. Though the daughter of an ambitious man, we should at least explore it. '

With this being said, on the contrary, it was Aryl Addo's reading that Safita would later be unable to pull back and would order him not to even explore.

That would be brilliant, the rise of the structure of the "old minister who tried to obey his conscience and the foolish prince who ignored it and allowed the war to begin".

But somehow, on this day, Safita pushes the candlestick offered back to the sieve,

- Hey, it's Aryl Addo.

And I've spoken quietly.

Hi, something's wrong.

and then, from outside the door, a hurried knock and the voice of a servant calling Safita.

I guess there's an impending ritual limit.

Safita stopped calling Aryl Addo from behind, who tried to respond instead.

"You always give me words that spoil me."

Somewhat distrustful of a pale voice, he looks back.

The young man, who was supposed to be emotional instead of pitiful beauty, looked down at this one with a cold look, from a distance besides his thoughts.

"... Dear Safita?

'I don't even. Anyway, he's a bummer who tends to prioritize emotions. That's why I've been following your advice, keeping my mind as calm as possible, not spoiling myself, - thinking about it all the time, disciplining myself harshly'

Safita was exposed to much criticism when she let the escort boy, who was once her cousin, escape.

A fool who twisted his reason with love, he was despised and helped only have weak spiritual power, and has been seen as unqualified to govern.

That, Aryl Addo led, pushed it up to its current status.

That's why Safita has always been strong on herself to behave differently from her original self in order to meet that expectation.

"Whenever you asked me to tell you that it was my fault that you were not in control, I wished, on the contrary, that I shouldn't be spoiled, that I should bear all the blame. When they took a cautious attitude that the fouling of the beads might not be Weitz's fault, no, I wanted to do whatever it took to make Weitz sin and kneel. '

Seeing the spiritual beads resting in a dirty state, Safita narrows her eyes.

Behind that brain was a figure of a girl who advised herself to "look around" when she was losing her calm to blame.

"When you said," Let's not do this anymore, I felt sorry for the girl, and on the contrary, I thought I'd have to humble her at all costs. Somewhere in my heart, I realized that was wrong. '

Safita thought it was because the minister was so kind that we had to deal strictly with things without being sweet about it.

From outside the door again, the voice of the servant sounds.

The sound of the knock got a little stronger.

But Safita ignored it and stuck a step in Aryl Ado.

"I am the one who cut that girl off as an ambitious man for the Queen's throne. But who made that impression? That girl that was laid down in Lower Town and possibly protected by the Marquis... The truth is, who made that girl who should have been sheltered more than anyone else tie the statue like a calculated con man?

'... will you suspect me? This, me.'

"- Hey, Aryl Ad."

Blocking his low questioning voice, Safita took away the candlestick she had just pushed back and grabbed the fire with her bare hands.

From the cleavage of the fist I gripped, I can see the thin, smoky.

But he's been staring at this one like he hasn't even felt the fever, the pain, etc.

Behind those blue-grey eyes was a picture of a pitiful, noble girl, heard by the women.

Safita told, holding her fist tight.

"You always hung such kind words that you wanted to rebel, and you lit the fire for me."

The girl says the Ellanders have been stuck in unimaginably cold, frozen rooms, spending no words, no fire, no meals of sorts.

They said they must have had a tough childhood buried in the garbage, warming up, deceiving the beaten wounds with bug poison, like that, a normal person would probably go crazy.

Nonetheless, the girl says she loves her days by not resenting people and making sure to throw light around her.

When she heard it, Safita felt so guilty that she wanted to scratch her own chest.

I was despicable.

I shouldn't have tried to use such a helpless girl.

That, and herself, while being saved by her words.

Do not work any more despicable imitations on her.

I decided, fading away, that my heart should not be broken any more.

And I thought.

I wonder why I've never thought of this as normal before.

"From your lit candle, it always smelled sweet, just like the words. My heart calms down if I smell it - I stop thinking more than that, I smell sweet......!

Safita grabbed Aryl Ado's face and pressed her fist.

'What...!

Aryl Addo fought for a moment, but when she opened her eyes all the way, she stopped breathing.

Thin nibble smoke.

Smoked in a strongly gripped fist was - the incense of penance.

Saffita shouted with a burst of anger in her blue-grey eyes that had previously kept her emotions as low as possible.

'Answer me, Aryl Addo. Did you stop the Witch of Weitz? If you let me think of you as an ambitious daughter, an abominable Weitz woman, did you think I couldn't make exploration? You're going to plant a bud of disbelief and let me do what. What are you up to...!

The old regent turned his wrinkly face away full of finesse, but eventually breathed incense as he gave up when his breathing was painful, grinning softly, lightly.

"-... you are young, Master Safita"

"... what?"

"Young, passionate, short-circuited. You can say you're young. You may be satisfied that you have finally shaken your sense of justice… it is too late '

Poking through the gap of Safita, who gazed heavily, Aryl Addo shook off his arm with momentum.

Then he narrowed his blood-running eyes as if they were delightful and irresistible, and looked out the window.

Beyond the balcony - we just waited for the sun to rise, the sky near dawn.

"Do you think I'm going to keep it to a" foothold "level? All I could think of was raw, childish harassment, and you and I are different.... by now the Witch of Weitz will be part of the Spirit of Darkness'

'What...!?

'Ha ha, this is delightful, I just can't stop talking. It's different from the muscles I thought, but okay. If that girl is to have been murdered, the war with Weitz is already inevitable...!

Safita grabs on to Aryl Addo, who laughs like crazy.

But sooner than he caged his strength in its arms, again, a voice rang from outside the door.

"Dear Safita! Go ahead and look for him!

At the same time, Bang! and momentum opens the door well.

Safita turned her gaze only without hiding her frustration and then opened her eyes.

"-... what was that?"

"Nice to meet you, Lord Safita Manasilius Al Eland"

A different, but graceful, Weitz sound to Elando.

In the dark room that still leaves the darkness of the night, I have gathered the majesty that reminds me of the Spirit and stepped into the...

"The Weitz Empire is the Prince, my name is Alberto. - Immediately, in the basement of the cathedral, open."

A prince of beauty, accompanied by a holy knight behind his back.

He was Alberto von Weitzzecker.

"-... Hih!"

Leo, who was leading the way and peering softly into the sight of the other from the gap between the spiritual cloth and what he thought, accidentally leaked a small scream.

"What's wrong!?

Really, Lena, who was on guard behind me with her back together, listens sharply.

Leo covered his mouth with a trembling hand,

"Ya... every trouble was already coming..."

I whispered and replied blurry.

No way. I call Lena, who made her face stretch, a little bit, and make her watermark the cloth instead of the place.

Thus, she raised the groan of despair, admitting that, indeed, in the space ahead, the prince, who was supposed to have just broken up a few minutes earlier, had arrived.

Leo totally agreed.

'Why are you already here... Isn't it too soon?

Earlier Leo pointed out to me that the prince didn't want to execute himself, he liked him, but he didn't fall for it, and there's no way the fear imprinted on him suddenly disappeared.

I just saw the prince who showed up in a brunette civilian style and said, "Did you rush me to the point where you quit yourself!? Instead of being moved, he said with a spinal reflex," Oh, there's something black out there! "It is the mountain of Sekiyama that reacts like an amazing housewife in the kitchen.

Shivering at Alberto with a rugged look, Lena, who admitted to Gustav's appearance behind him, muttered to the point that it would be.

'Holy Knight... you used your spiritual powers. Probably that knight...... like Gustav. He got along fine where he was moving around perceiving your crisis. So I managed to get my body floating in the wind and arrived at a tremendous speed.

At the end of the narrowed gaze, I see, indeed, Gustav winding a vortex of wind over his palms.

I admire Lena's high ability to deduce, but it also doesn't change the situation when we find out how.

Leo saw a large gathering of wolves at the front gate, gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...

After flying out of the dungeon where the altar was, often.

What Leo and the others chose to escape was not a tidy hallway, but a secret passage arranged to hide between columns and columns.

According to Lena, it is only natural that the diocese, once used as a palace and inhabited by royalty, has escape routes and secret passages.

Sometimes Leo had a bloody outfit, and the two of them stepped on that it wasn't a good idea to escape while leaving blood on the building, and decided that this would be an escape passage, and they took a risk and jumped in, but...

(Oh my God, I only take it off when this is the case. Hey, my guess...!?

As a result, he realized that instead of outside the diocese, he was connected to the deepest part of it, but also to the space in which the Prince and Regent were treading so much that he was about to dizzy.

Apparently, we're behind a walled spiritual cloth in a room closer to the balcony right now, but if we're trying to see how it goes for a while, this is it.

They started arguing and giving, and they even stepped in there to Alberto.

(Shit! I can't smell the pinch, even if I can sense the smell of gold!

While exclaiming at his instincts, which had major problems as an organism, Leo whispers to Lena for a moment, trying to turn back the way.

It's a waste of time, but I couldn't have jumped into a room in this situation.

but.

"Why is the Prince of Weitz here?"

"We don't have time to talk about the details. In the authority of the First Prince of the Empire, I officially demand that you, the ruler of the Autonomous Regime, open the basement of the diocese. Thing is, shouldn't your old man ask you? I'd love to talk to you, too."

Beyond the cloth, an awful swordswallowing exchange is unfolding.

(Oh, Master Safita, you unexpectedly speak Weitz.)

and Leo nearly impressed me with relaxation, but the moment Alberto glanced at Gustav, he sounded like a squeaky, airy sound, and at the same time witnessed Aryl Addo being slammed to the floor, again shuddering his shoulders.

"Whoa...,...!

Now what happened?

What did this prince do with Gustav to an old man, even though he was losing his mind?

(Something's already evolving into a "letting people kill" level with my eyes. Ugh!

Alberto himself was wielding magic when he captured Hagmeyer at the Tea Party, but now he moves Gustav with one gaze, a posture that doesn't even dye his own hands.

His demon king, or lack of the upper limit of his evolution, was appalling.

(Ho, you really like this guy about me? You're not lying, are you? This isn't a human face with sweet feelings like liking people, is it?

Besides, Alberto has a cold look on his face that just makes his spine freeze.

Its ice blue eyes are an absolute zero degree flame rather than ice.

If asked which is scarier than the reptile allyl ad smile I saw earlier, I could definitely say it's this way.

Finally, Gustav's shape is also horrible.

The face that reminded me of that raptor was so steep that I had never seen it before, and so angry that instead of spiritual power, I was likely to shoot people with my gaze alone.

(Nah... why even teacher, such a pretty...!? Don't let your mentor kick your ass at the top of the church!? You need to stop the prince. Whoa!

Gustav is furious, of course, because he understood that the Church was corrupt "so much that the girl hesitated to share the truth because she was a wise candidate", and because his identity, belonging to the Church, could not be allowed to haunt the girl even for a moment - that is, because of Leo's statement.

But happy or unhappy, Leo, Lena, there was no reason to know that.

There were two men who seemed to overwhelm everything on the spot, stirring up fierce anger.

Was Safita also temperamentally swallowed, comparing the evil and treacherous ministers and princes nodding on the floor.

"What..."

And as soon as I whine, I shut up.

While I'm surprised at the outrage of the princes, I can't tell you anything because I know Aryl Addo tried to hurt Weitz's witch, something like that?

Alberto takes a step forward to Safita, who pushes silently with her tense face.

"The mentor who nods there - you said Aryl Addo. Answer now. Leonora von Harkenberg - Where and what have you grabbed the witch of our country"

On that inquiry, Safita, realizing why Alberto was here, looked up all the time.

But in front of this angry prince, it's not easy to talk about.

And he let his voice plunder, and his more harsh thoughts of self-reproach.

"Prince Alberto...... I owe you an apology."

"... what?

"She's..."

Safita distorted her face in such a way that it was intolerable to speak, but it was Lena who was stealing and listening to the conversation that was causing her face to cramp more than that.

(S...... stop -!)

She was so much better at observing eyes than Leo, and knowing exactly what was going on, she was blue when she realized there was one.

- The air around Prince Alberto appears slightly lit and trembling.

No, on the contrary, it looks like the hair that should be dyeing black is regaining its original golden color from the tip of the hair.

(No way... No way, this is...)

That's not an aura, or a crude dye peeled off, that kind of mild phenomenon.

(My whole body is swelling with magic enough to bounce the growing spiritual power all over the country......?

Temporarily, he seemed to be eroding the spiritual powers that were supposed to be acting more powerfully than magic.

That shouldn't be, no, but I mean that.

Thoughts rush through the back of the brain in a whimpering momentum.

Magic will no longer be available in the contract festival Eland - strictly speaking, it is a well-known fact that magic is "eaten" by increasing spiritual power, and a phenomenon that should have definitely worked on Alberto.

Besides, he even seemed to have shredded his magic beforehand in preparation for this trip to Eland.

But Alberto is one of the top magic holders of the historical royal family.

More importantly,

(This guy, for once, played a demon-sealed bracelet to revive his magic, so...)

I was experienced, capable of exploding magic in an instant.

Magic training is the same as muscle training.

Anyone who regenerates a broken muscle once can regenerate faster after the second time.

That means - he can jump spiritual power and wield magic without difficulty right now.

(also, the problem is its size...... eh)

Staring at the prince, who seemed to be glowing all over her body pale, Lena caught a cold sweat.

Previously he should have exploded his magic with joyful emotions when he heard his beloved girl "be by his side all the time".

Then how much more magic will be unleashed if you release the anger and hatred that is stronger than that and has hurt your beloved girl.

(Hey, Safita!? Like Safita!? Please don't say anything that would inspire the prince poorly -!)

Lena, who is just in the assumed damage zone, prayed for that with her blood distracted, but Safita just kept going bitterly.

"She says... that this man has dedicated himself to the Spirit of Darkness..."

…………

(Wow, wow, wow!

Moments later, Alberto's hair regained its golden color as she stood upside down, and Lena screamed inside as she saw her ice-blue eyes murdered unbridled.