My Pet Is a Holy Maiden

When the sun went down completely and the night book went down.

Time to do some shopping, even in the taverns that are usually open late at night.

At that hour, a trio of perlows suddenly rushed to the main entrance of the town of Toga.

"Open the door!! The Royal Inspector General has arrived from Wang Du!! The door has been opened immediately!!"

A red-haired man across the parlour that was in the lead yells out loud.

They've come through a dark night lane. There are several flames of fire shaking around that line.

Looks like I've relied on this flaming light to keep me running on the streets at night in a parlour.

Several flames of every swing - perhaps by magic - were also noticed by the gatekeepers of the town of Toga.

A number of soldiers were packing into the main entrance to guard against the flames, which were slowly approaching.

The soldiers were greatly dismayed when they heard the man's voice.

Indeed, inspectors from the Wang capital may appear suddenly. But I've never shown up at such a late hour.

"Could it be a thief who deceives an inspector?

One of the soldiers asks the soldier who seems to be in charge on the spot.

"Well. Assuming you're a thief, how dare you?

The head of the soldier who kept the main entrance responded to them in a dignified manner as he led the soldiers to stand in front of the three horsemen parlour.

"Excuse me, but I don't think the royal inspector will be able to see you at this hour. Anything to prove yourself to?

"I have a letter from His Majesty the King. Check it out."

The soldier, who received a letter offered by a middle-aged man riding one of the three horsemen, turned his eyes round when he saw the wax sealed crest pressed there.

"... this crest definitely belongs to the royal family... and I apologize! I'll open the gate immediately!

"No, never mind. Until you fulfilled your duties."

"Hey, I'm scared!!"

Passing in front of the soldiers who bowed their heads respectfully, the three horsemen went inside the town of Toga through an open gate.

The line, guided to the living hall of the deputy, immediately met the deputy, Lyceum Granbia.

At that time, next to Lyceum, there is also the figure of his son, Diguan.

Is Lyceum Granvia in her mid-forties?

With dark brown hair and similarly colored eyes, he was a man with a harsh impression that did not make him feel his age of forties.

Hidden in clothing, but its flesh is that of a warrior or a knight. There is no gap in that work, which would still be indispensable for training.

And his son Diguan was also a young man with a long, even flesh.

Age is about the same as Carcedonia and Gardo. I mean, you'd be around twenty.

He is a young man with refreshing impressions, with hair and eyes the same color as his father.

But in its eyes lived a clear will, not just refreshing, but a firm core.

"This is Lord Yerimao. I didn't expect to be here at this hour. How was it?

Lyceum asked Yelimao without a distracted breeze at a visit during what could be termed a late night in this world.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Sir Granvia. There were a few things that led to the arrival of this kind of time."

"Things...?

Slightly inclined his neck, Lyceum checked the line again.

Yelimao in the lead, he knows well too. There will not be many among the nobles of this country who do not know him, who is near the prince Wang.

Behind such Yerimao is a civilian apprenticeship-like boy and a red-haired man wrapped in armor using escort-like Warcraft material.

Lyceum shook her eyebrows tingly and slightly when she saw the smiling civilian apprentice boy's face.

At the same time, his son Diguan also sees the boy's face, revealing a slight surprise.

"He seems to be your apprentice. Are you more involved in the circumstances of Lord Yerimao?

"Yes, my lord. Hopefully, your..."

The boy's gaze is directed at Diguan, next to Lyceum.

"─ ─ ─ I'd like to talk to your son, Diguan... Do you mind?

"Fine. Make room available. Diggan, listen to that boy."

"Yes, Father. Then my lord...... no, apprentice boy. Come here."

Looking at Diguan's back as he walks away, the apprentice boy bows his head to Yerimao.

"Okay, Doctor. I'm going to have a little chat with Master Digguan. I really need to help my teacher."

"Yeah, take your time, Jolt. I can't help it because it's the circumstances."

Jolt smiled and dropped off by Yerimao, smiling and following Diguan.

Digguan, who himself led Jolt to a separate room, knelt down towards Jolt as he paid from that room.

"Long time no see, Your Highness Joltrion"

"Uh, don't be afraid, Diggan. I'm just a civilian apprentice now."

Jolt, who told Diguan in a mild condition, would encourage him to sit down in Diguan, still kneeling, as he suddenly lowered his hips across the room to one of the chairs.

It's like Jolt's attitude just to say it's our home, but Diguan doesn't even care.

This is the hall where the deputy lives, but precisely this is also a royally owned building. In that sense, I can say that Jolt is the master here.

Diguan, following that jolt's words, cut out quickly and all the time as he sat in the chair.

"I also hear the royal lesson better than my father, so let me respond that way. So, you want to talk to me?

"Yeah, time is time, so I ask you straight in, but a man named Gardo from Laguine Village, you know?

"Is it Gardo in the village of Laguine? Of course I know... How did Master Joltrion know Gardo?

Normally, I don't think Jolt knows Gardo's existence, even though he is the son of a village chief present in the kingdom.

Because in royalty and the son of a village chief, he is too different.

"What kind of guy is that Gardo, from Diggan's eyes?

Digguan, more and more unaware of Jolt's intentions, answers his questions even as he looks strange.

"Gardo and I are a good relationship to call childhood friendly. I've felt something for a long time, and as far as I'm concerned, I consider myself a friend beyond my status as a nobleman or a civilian. Remember to always stand me up, he's a good man."

Laughing frankly, Diguan talked about Gardo.

Jolt stared silently at the condition, but he can't see Diguan making any kind of story up.

Even though he is not yet an adult, Jolt is also royal. The technique of discerning if there is a back to the other person's story is taught.

"Huh, that's right. So, do you get anything from Gardo? Or have you ever been told to help me because I have some problems?

"As I said earlier, I consider Gardo a friend. If that friend tells you that you have a problem, I assume it's natural to reach out as far as you can?

Indeed, I have been brought in many times before by Cardo to consult with Diguan.

The contents vary, but most of them wanted some kind of problem to be solved.

The contents of the trouble vary, and Gardeau asks Diguan for help in making problems with the neighboring villages, such as rubbing with the residents and causing problems with the travelers who visited the village of Laguine.

Diguan, who cannot silently overlook the plight of his friends, has solved those problems by bowing his head everywhere.

Fortunately, there has never been such a big problem before. If he bowed his head and apologized, all he could do was solve it.

But Diguan was a little confused at this time.

If Digguan, son of the deputy of the land, around Toga, the kingdom, sincerely apologizes, no one is better off trying to make more than that desolate.

Diggan didn't think of that.

"... after solving the problem that way, as a token of gratitude from Gardo, I would have received rare liquor, food, and sometimes crafts around here,"

"... I see. You're wrong about both sides, this."

Jolt listens from Diguan and sums up his thoughts with a bump and a grunt.

"Hey, Diguan. You never preached to Gardo?

"Regardless, I advised you as a friend. No matter how much I say, there are a lot of things I can't protect. Each time he did, he seemed to reflect..."

Still, Gardeau hasn't had a problem, but he comes running in.

I'm not outraged by that, but I still can't abandon my friends who rely on me, and Diguan has been running to solve the problem as Gardo asks.

"... you mean a serious and caring personality has become a vendetta..."

Hearing Diguan explain, Jolt makes his gaze wander into the universe.

Jolt, who summed up this and his thoughts, turns again to Digguan, who was waiting for his words until then.

"Diguan. I'll tell your father when it's tomorrow, but I want you to listen to me first. It may be incredible for you, but a man named Gardo from the village of Laguine..."

To the truth heard from Jolt's mouth, Diguan opened his eyes wide to reveal his surprise.

Diggan slapped his hands on the table, along with the fierce noise that

"............ well then....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Diguan desperately suppresses the emotions that overflow from the inside.

The person I thought I was a friend of before was just using me.

His fierce anger at Gardo and pity for himself make his shoulders tremble fine.

"I guess it's a little different that I was using it. Perhaps you had a different perception of each other."

Diguan thought Gardo was his friend.

And Diguan, a serious personality, took it for granted that his friends would respond to it if they asked for help.

By contrast, Gardo thought Diguan was his back shield.

When I was in trouble, I thought he would help me if I told him.

In return, Gardeau had given Diguan rare ingredients and expensive alcohol in the region.

Those items were obtained by Gardo through his father, the village chief Nephro, but here again, there was a difference in perception.

Gardo was offering Digguan - bribes and things like that - and the goods were certainly expensive from Gardo.

But from Diguan, the top nobleman named Marquis, they weren't that expensive either.

For that reason, if I tried to be a diguan, what Gardo gave me would not leave the realm of "gratitude," and I never thought I would have been given it with the intention of bribing him.

It happened because I was looking at someone by my own criteria, a discrepancy in perception.

Because he's bribing me, Gardo assumed that Diguan would help himself.

It's only natural to help a friend, so Diguan has solved the problems Gardo has caused.

Sure, we can take it that Gardo used Diguan, but Gardo himself wouldn't think so.

"So it's Gardo, but this time it's just a little bad."

"And when I say...?

"Diguan. Do you know about the Savave Temple's Virgin?

"Yes, I have never met you in person, but I have heard that you are the granddaughter of the Supreme Priest of the Savive Church and a woman of great beauty"

Jolt sighed heavily at Diggan for saying what it was.

"The Virgin accompanies me as one of the escorts of this inspection, but I am now in the village of Laguine on business of the temple"

"No way..."

"Yeah, that's no way, what the hell. More than anything, Gardo was so disrespectful to The Virgin. The Virgin is quite angry about it, too, and she says she will officially protest my grandfather through Grandpa Giuseppe. I don't know how bad that is...... you know that, right?

That could put us in a relationship between the royal family and the Saviour denomination.

Assuming that's the case, that's about as much as Diguan bowed his head... no, even if he gave his own life, it wouldn't be the kind of problem that would do just that.

Diguan's complexion got worse all at once due to the seriousness of the problem that the man he believed was his friend.