* The day before the gifted pearl award ceremony: the Evegne residence *
Lelenoa, the escort of Etan, was watching the training of Etan, the Lord. The training grounds in the mansion allow for sword archery and strength training even in the rain.
"-- Okay, let's call it a day."
"Ha, ha, ha, yes, thank you..."
Against the sweaty ethan, the archaic counterpart is the Beast Man, nearly 2 meters tall. Halfling is a small number when viewed across the continent, so if you were halfling and auditioning, you'd often be different on your own in action. It was also the purpose of the archery to learn how to fight opponents with physical differences.
Lelenoa offered Ethan, who was wiping his face with a towel, with water from the water. Ethan, who received a silver cup, put it up all at once,
"Phew --"
and exhaled feeling good.
"You're going to be fine, Master Ethan."
Lerenoa does not break the salutation if the Lord, Ethan, is the opponent.
"Yeah, I'll finally get a gifted pearl, too."
"What kind of gifted pearl is it? I'm looking forward to it too...... haven't you heard from our Lord yet?
and there,
"--I guess I can't say that"
A tall voice broke in.
Realizing who the Lord of that voice was, Lerenoa immediately knelt down on the spot.
"This, my lord..."
Vibrant clothing doesn't look very good on a small body called a halfling either. Still, it was aristocracy that had to be properly worn with outward appeal.
Like ethane, it has long stretched candy hair and is intricately knitted. Many brilliances are real jewels, not beads.
The face is about a 20-something child's face from the human race, but what an imbalance it was to have a little beard growing.
Lord Evegne, the Lord, lowered his back to the bench of the training ground with Ethan. The crowd and escorts have arrived, so the surroundings suddenly feel narrow —— still, the cramps are somewhat better because they are all half-rings.
"Father, you're back early today"
"Hmm? Yeah... right. The Rossiers are running out of time because they soaked up the meeting. I have another meeting in the evening, so I'll climb the castle."
"The Rossiers? Isn't it pretty unusual to throw out a meeting with your father"
"Yeah......"
Mmm, and Lord Evigne, who was trying to think with a frown root,
"I don't know, I feel disturbed... What a bad time the Duke of Luciel's Sword Saint is on an expedition."
I said.
That is ambiguous for the Duchess Principal to say, and no one denies it, although it was not specific. Halflings who live with nature take great care of what they call their intuition.
Nevertheless, is there something disturbing enough to mention that it is "Kensei" absenteeism --.
"Maybe there was something at the" Altar of the Day "..."
Everyone I was listening to is hazy.
Make it the center of the Holy Kingdom of Kulvern, the foundation. As with the Holy Kings —— no, in some cases more than the Holy Kings -- there is absolute inviolability.
That's the "day altar".
"... Father, the Duke of Rosier is the director of the Altar Administration,"
"If he were to lose me, that would be all he had. At least if you're invaded by another country, you won't be disturbed as one of the six Grand Dukes."
* Day before gifted pearl awarding ceremony: St. Royal Palace *
"-- This happens!!"
The loud voice shook a beautiful blue dyed windowsill.
The table, cut out of natural stone and polished to polish, was a combination of a soggy, heavy feel and luxury. But what was on there were reports of several brand-new vegetable papers, and a few ancient books by parchment paper, and a scroll by Wood Jane.
When the Holy King waved, the report danced to the universe. Then the thick book that blew up slipped down the table and jumped off the edge —— a cleric in sacrificial clothes jumped and caught him screaming, getting nothing.
"Uh, Your Holiness. That book is extremely valuable, so don't treat it abusively…"
"Ugh, Lord Usa! You must be a priest here! Do something!
"So, as a special priest, the analysis of the gifted pearl (...) is complete --"
"I don't want to hear it!
The Holy King shuddered with his head as he dwindled his body in the chair. No one in the public would think that a large adult -- and that also the top of a country -- is behaving so indefensibly, emotionally.
The Holy Royal Palace is built as a place for the Holy King to live, but on the other hand it is also a place for worshipping and escorting the "altar of the day". For this reason, the entire palace is built like a temple.
There are no doors or windows for the purpose of "bringing in the Divine Spirit" and they are open. Only the bedroom was warmly built, but elsewhere - for example, during the reception where Elle, the priest of honor, is now - was in full view from the hallway.
Nevertheless, it is less popular with the Holy Royal Palace, and even if there were gardeners and cleaners, they are committed to killing signs and working to keep them out of the sight of the Holy Kings, and they have no problem because they are imposed confidentiality by covenant magic.
Elle softly touched his arm as he approached the trembling Holy King, a giant rabbit that did not disturb his emotions. You felt the warmth of the fuzzy hair. The Holy King turns his eyes wet in tears to El.
"... I know that that gifted pearl emerged during the reign of His Majesty the Holy King of the modern age, while, uh, transcending, it might be 'fate'. When you overcome this difficulty, the letters' Heroes' will be given to you in your name, to which your predecessors, His Majesty the Holy King of previous generations, were never called."
"El......"
The Holy King was powerless and pushed his hand away.
"... I have to do this as the Holy King...?
"Oh, you're right"
The Holy King was powerless and plucked his eyes.
"... I'm an unmanned son of a bitch...?
"Eh, nobody thinks so. to one of the people, no one"
The Holy King was powerless and shook his head to the side.
"... I don't give a shit about heroes..."
Neither did Elle.
"A month ago... he was just a floating father."
Silence ensued. Both Elle and several priests following him were still killing their breath.
"--El"
The Holy King has risen.
"We're going to the ceremony tomorrow. Final confirmation. Hang out."
"Ha."
There was only the one and only king, the Holy King, who led the great Kulvern. The pitiful figure that I had shown earlier was lurking, majestic, and there was the Holy King as a king combining strength and kindness.
The Holy King's capital, Kruvagne, gathered with an unusual vigilance and many nobles.
The rain stopped in the middle of the night.
And the day of the gift pearl award ceremony comes.