Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha

"I get the story... why are you telling us that?

That's what Elsa says when I ask.

"Everyone who can use holiness carries some kind of mission. Regardless of whether that's big or small. But people are free to see how they live and what they act for."

It is not easy to intervene in a man's free will, no matter how godly.

I do see it in the gods.

The end of a man, his destiny, the tangled thread, the path to go, his mission.

Something like that.

However, it is not easy to mess with the gods.

It seems like we humans have difficulty untying complicated threads.

So a hand that's too big is not good for treating a thin thread that's tightly tied.

That's why some say we're free...

Some people have the exact opposite idea.

What's right is that only God knows.

I'm waiting to see what Elsa wants, she says.

"I use my powers to protect Mel. And for this orphanage. If you can afford it, for the sake of Eastern Catholicism. Mr. Lent, would you lend us your strength... if there were times when you were?

"What, I mean, was this... a far-flung solicitation?

If I told you, I thought that would be what Elsa was talking about.

Elsa said to me,

"Right. I don't deny it, but I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want. Hopefully nothing will happen... something will happen ahead of us. At that time, if you can afford to help, fine. I want you to help us."

"I was just saying, when you're in a turbulent time, you mean?

"That's the thing. Of course, that's the best thing if nothing... I don't think so."

Quite an abstract story, but Elsa seems convinced that the time will come.

It's a common story, and I can truncate it.

When the end of the world comes.

He said that he would gain merit for that time, and he would gain happiness in the next world.

It doesn't even sound like such a story.

But Elsa is trying to keep the specifics of Mel and this orphanage for that kind of thing, rather than for that matter.

Religious exhortation to attribute anxiety, unlike

"... why are you asking me to do this?

"That's because Mr. Lent can use his holy temper... oh, it's not just Mr. Lent. When I find someone who can use holy chi, I still solicit. As Eastern Catholicism or as one Elsa. But I followed you here because you two knew Lillian and thought you could be trusted. First of all, I haven't explained the solicitation..."

I mean, it was an extension of my usual solicitation efforts, and he gave me some credit and spoke in depth, I guess.

You won't even have to feel extremely grateful for that, but I'm pretty sure it was some interesting information inside.

If such an age is to come, then surely it is time for the adventurer to earn money.

Besides, the presence of a powerful sacred heart... is useful information for me as a demon.

Holiness doesn't work on me or my family, but Isaac and Laura won't, and I can do enough to keep them alert.

Well, they don't even feel like I know...

Given all that, well, maybe I can be a little thankful.

I look at Lorraine and finish some sort of consultation with just my gaze, I say.

"... I get the story. I can't make a promise, but if you can afford it, just tell me then. Is that all right with you?

Elsa said to me,

"Of course, I don't mind! I know you're saying you can't. I just want to do what I can for Mel and this orphanage..."

That's what I said and bowed my head.

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Then we were supposed to chat for a while and leave the orphanage behind.

Mel seemed to have a good time talking to Porch.

I talk normally even in front of the kids,

"Mr. Porch is talking!

and he theorized forcefully, and was seen with the eyes of seeing strange things in his children.

That was out-of-heart,

"Shit, let me show you proof! Mr. Porch, turn around three times and say I'm sorry!

And he gave the instruction, but Porch looked at Mel with a shimmering eye, and walked away, and somehow sat there and fell asleep.

I felt the coldness of the children's gaze increased.

Mel ran to Porch, shaking its body exaggerated,

"Mr. Porch! Why, why not!? You must hear me!? My voice! Yet why ignore it!?

"... wahoo (annoying)"

I heard that conversation coming from behind, but we left the orphanage, trying to figure something out.

Walking to the temple,

"... ah! Master Elsa! There's Master Elsa!!

The voice of one eastern Catholic monk sounded.

Look, there's a monk looking at this one and pointing to it.

"Ugh! Not good... somewhere to hide...!?

Elsa openly observes her surroundings and says so, but unfortunately it was already too late.

If you realize it, your surroundings were surrounded by Eastern Catholic monks, and nowhere else existed to escape.

Elsa held that arm disappointingly by an eastern Catholic monk,

"Come on, Elsa. I'm going home."

I'm dragged away because I'm told.

"Ma, ma! Still got to do it for me!

I thought you'd done all the errands already, and as Lorraine and I watched how it went, one monk ran over here,

"... thank you so much for staying with Elsa today. It must have been tough, huh? If you need anything, please leave it at the Great Temple. This thank you and apology will be well received..."

He bowed his head deeply and said that, joining the Elsa siege net.

"... I wonder if there's only such a thing as the upper levels of this city."

While I was dropping Elsa off, I didn't say who, but I thought of the head of some back organization or something, and I was so flippant,

"Whatever it is, it's up there to that extent. Don't expect too much."

And Lorraine gave a very intelligent opinion.