The next day, I was walking alone on the busy streets of Teardrop Capital (Illiastia) to meet up.
An entrance cloud stretching across into the sky like a peek into a clear sea.
Tall buildings line the area and the cobblestone joints are very beautiful.
People dressed in brightly dyed clothes and glamorously dressed, accompanied by servants, come and go.
Sometimes, I see the carriage slowly slipping through the middle of the road.
The building I'm aiming for is huge, so I never got lost.
Then through the crowd, walking, the arcade-like roofed sidewalk begins and gets a little dim.
At the corner of the road, there was a little shop.
A souvenir shop with a line of amulets and a green fruit shop with a line of colorful fruits in the dining room serving a little snack.
As you walk sideways through them, the roof breaks and your vision opens all at once, flooding with light.
"Wah..."
- It was a big building there.
White painted walls. Wide stone staircase. Thick row pillars.
If you don't look far up, you'll never see the tip of the spire.
A number of buildings are joined, spread and woven around a single facility, centred on an overly huge temple.
The temple of White Sails was also large, but this is even more different in size.
Under the bright sunlight.
On the front of the building's doorway, proudly listed is the Thunder Sword crest.
One of the largest in the Teardrop Capital, the Grand Temple of the Thunder God Vault.
I was kind of moved and stopped for a while and stared at the Great Temple the whole time.
... Of course, I can see that this emotion includes, to some extent, the architect's calculations.
From a dimly separated arcade, the light overflows and opens in front of the Great Temple at once. It is an intended trick, which has made it possible to arouse nature, emotion and admiration by it.
But the trick is a trick, but this is not a cheap trick.
Angle or light or dark of the building from the design stage, openness or obstruction.
I can see that it is true that it was crafted with genuine thought.
A trick conceived to show any person the glory of the god he believes in easily. It's a crystal of architect skill and faith.
Such a landscape that you can beat the greatness of human sales.
I often looked at it and walked out toward the temple.
Looking around at the majestic temple outfit, he walks to the promised place.
In the square in front of the temple, as I heard, there was a temple of the god of the lightning, so that it could be dispersed in other statues and shrines of the gods that stood side by side.
More monasteries and statues appear to be installed everywhere these days because the name of the god of lightning is often eliminated.
There have been several worshippers, and some good smelling incense that rocks white smoke, has been dedicated.
A sign that the god of lightning is admired by men.
Seeing that sight kind of warmed up the back of my chest.
"Ah, Sir William, this way!
And I heard a bright voice.
It was Cecilia, a vault cleric warrior, who met in the city the other day, a woman bracketed to move her golden hair easily.
"Oh, thank you. Hello! Thank you for your help today."
As I responded, I also raised my voice and walked over with a wave.
She's the one we're meeting.
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"She said she made a settlement about Samuel, so what a thank you……………"
As soon as we met, that was the topic first.
I laugh at her, no.
"Talk to me carefully in the face, and we'll rather have an affair with each other. I'm thinking I'd like to do some martial arts rigging again."
With that said, she looked relieved.
"Again, thanks for your help with this one the other day. You have heard that today is not possible..."
"It's outrageous. It's cheap."
I spoke to her a little before, and I was visiting her privately at the Vault Temple through a thin twist.
In nominal terms, thanks for the other day and the report on the settlement with Mr Samuel.
Besides, in the capital, the training opponent is lacking, so if you don't mind, let me use the Vault Temple's practice field.
Of course, they're not lies, but they haven't told the whole story.
Since I heard some suspicious rumors, I also had the purpose of lightly exploring the Vault Temple…
In fact, I don't feel any more suspicious signs when I come. Are you thinking too much, or...
"Nanbu Field is further back through Galan. Go ahead."
As we speak, we go through several corridors, behind the temple, behind.
At the end of the giant entrance - the dim galaxy had several lights swinging.
It is a huge, heavy-duty statue illuminated by the shimmering lights of flames.
A magnificent statue of a magnificent, unexpected exclamation with a sword in his right hand and a balance in his hand.
…………
Face it, pray quietly.
- Vault, the god of thunder, head of the good gods. God of the Lightning, God of the Father.
Where it rests is order and judgment. There are also many Vault followers, from honoring universal virtues such as honesty, discipline and seriousness, to the upper to lower levels of society.
He has carried out numerous feats since the age of mythology and has been involved in the establishment of numerous nations. He is also the most heroic of the six great gods.
Because first of all, Martel, Vault's wife, the goddess of the earth, although many clerics excel from the temperament of his mercy, has no ties to a less militant figure.
Although the Spirit God Rare Sylwia and the Knowledge God Enright have many artists and scholars out of the temperament of the person they see, there are still few heroes.
A classic wind god warr walks lightly with a streamlined fine sword or spear on a free-range, independently free man, gold coins and shoes.
Blaze, a fiery god with axes and hammers in his hands, with hundreds of smelted steel, a livid hardboner honoring his inflexible courage, and a burning furnace flame on his back.
And finally, strictly honestly, Vault, the thunderous god who symbolizes the sword of a bright thunderbolt, who goes to earth with openness and justice, is the three giants of the gods who believe in the warriors.
It's Vault, such a great hero god... but the truth is, this thunderous god, many episodes are so pathetic in mythology.
It's hard to beat Martel, the god of despotism and tyranny, who has become a brotherly god and an eternal enemy, without the help of his wife, the Mother Earth.
A friend of mine, the Wind God Warr, swings around a lot, and the Spirit God Rare Sylwia seduces me to run around.
It is also famous for stories about how Enright, the Explorer God of Knowledge, shakes me up and takes me on a hell of an adventure with Blaze the Flaming God.
And when evil gods and their families are ravaged, it is presumably always the thunderous gods who bind these powerful good gods and their messengers to gather armaments from all sides and twist out their armies.
... Basically, I struggle every time.
But Temple Chief Bagley once told me that those stories were "indicative of the difficulty of order".
Order is not something that is naturally rolling in the first place.
What is inherently present is chaos, danger and discord.
To step in there and continue to work soundly on mechanisms to remove, or contain, control and confront various elements of chaos.
That is order, justice and the backbone of harmony.
The fruit of a tree named Order is just sitting around and waiting with a pompous mouth open to get it.
Stepping in, analyzing, counteracting, recruiting and adjusting comrades, or adjusting and improving existing functions, the tree finally grows at the end of many struggles, and the fruit of order comes to fruition.
And if you fail to take care of it, you will gradually weaken, and in time the fruits will be lost, and the trees will wither away.
I still remember the serious look on the face of the Bagley temple chief.
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Pray and offer thanks to the great Lord God for letting us use the temple's facilities.
After a while she opened her eyes, Mr. Cecilia was still praying next door.
Her atmosphere of closing her eyes and praying hand in hand was somehow the Virgin of the painting.
... I also feel like I can see Samuel being held.
"Phew... sorry to keep you waiting. Shall we come?"
When Cecilia finishes her prayers after a while, she laughs at me.
Kind of a challenging smile.
"Now it's time for the irregular, armed cleric warriors to gather for voluntary practice."
"Ho."
"Plus, I'm pretty confident in my arms."
In fact, I thought I would use it quite a bit, but I thought so.
"Even in the honor of the Vault Cleric Warrior, you can't let the Lord Hero go home with as much rampage as he wants..."
Cecilia grins, peeling off her dog's teeth.
Laughing like this, she kind of has a similar vibe to Mr. Samuel.
"Let's have a taste of our strength and go home."
This is very, very exciting.
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The halls of the wide Nebu-jo were full of sweat, leather and the smell of steel.
"Shh!
The voice of temper echoes.
Pay the sword down with a small shield (buckler).
At the right time I tried to get around to the side, but Mr. Cecilia hit me with a small shield.
Contrary to the prediction that if you pay the wooden sword, it would fall apart, and apparently being paid was an invitation in woven, or almost perfect timing.
Vault cleric warriors are particularly proficient in the handling of shields because they are needed on the front by prayer during rough events, but apparently that is a fact.
"!"
Glimpse at the criticality and reschedule the time.
"I thought I got that one now. … still no boulder can win, Sir William or Samuel."
"No, it was dangerous."
Though Mr. Samuel's fine swordsmanship was a tremendous degree of practice, Mr. Cecilia's one-handed sword and small shield takeover is no less than that, a well-trained and well-crafted sword technique.
... but I haven't gained a lot of practical experience with me on the boulder.
"I'm coming."
When he steps abruptly in, he scatters a spike up and down as he crosses the feints.
"-!?
Lost in correspondence, his legs stuffed further in between the moment he swam, intertwining his shield and shield, poking the tip of a wooden sword at his chest while controlling this.
In the form of an instant attack that took the right to life and death.
"………… I'm here."
When Mr. Cecilia declared so, oh, and a voice rose from all around him.
Simulated combat while finishing the prep movement and slowly warming your body.
It's already the third fight at this point, so there's a lot more galleries.
"Take that Cecilia..."
"But Cecilia just won."
"No, that's a round of flowers, they'll just have sent it"
"There's plenty of room for you to have a round."
Indeed, the match with someone with a position of this hand also involves decency, so I added or subtracted from the second battle to give up a win so as not to crush her face.
I guess that means a lot of people still have their arms up and their eyes fattened.
... Brad told me that this is the kind of thing that "hands when you want to avoid extra resentment and waves," but do people in the capital describe it as "a circle of flowers"? Graceful.
"Who, that monstrous man"
"It won't be a shadow. You're good at it."
"It's a face I don't see………"
"No, I've seen it, then, the Apostle of the Lightning God, the Dragon Killer, the End of the Holy Knight."
"! That hero...!
Speaking of which, according to Lord Ethel, we are entering the capital.
Various voices also go into our ears while we wake up Mr. Cecilia and give each other a toast.
Hearing enhanced by dragon factors also leaks and listens to all the hiccups they interact with.
- Looks like someone knows my face, and I don't need to hide it in particular.
"I'm interrupting, my name is William! With the courtesy of Cecilia, I am renting a corner of this practice..."
Looking around, I give my voice to all the cleric warriors who have gathered.
I'm here because of you, it's a loss if you fight all sorts of people.
Besides, I want to get along with them in order to accomplish the goal of putting exploration in.
"If you don't mind, can't you all please be relative!
When I shouted, gentlemen, I and I competed to buy the opponent and get out.
…… compete in moves with the high Vault Cleric Warriors.
... but will we get along with them?
With anticipation and anxiety, I grabbed the wooden sword again.