In the upper part of the cathedral, there is a private room given to the saint.
The size of the private room is about 12 pages, but there are bookshelves lined up with narrow spaces near the wall, costume shelves filled with similar clothes on the office table, and even simple beds for taking a rest are pushed inside the room, so there is not much space to move freely relative to the actual size.
There was no problem living alone, but two people with small hands, and three or more people were painful... Such a place was provisionally given to a saintly lady representing a religious organization.
The dining table brought into such a private room was lined with warm dishes.
However, they are terribly simple compared to the title of the saintly lady, and they are of such a degree as a typical home-cooked meal.
However, since this was more luxurious than the usual meal, Ethel had to put a bitter face on the environment surrounding the saintly lady.
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We were silent during the meal.
For the saintly lady, meal is part of a ritual where she makes her own flesh by offering a prayer of thanksgiving, and it is taught that conversation at that time is contrary to etiquette.
Even though Ethel has escaped, she does not intend to protect herself from what she has been taught, but she naturally has fewer mouths during meals.
Since the conversation consists of mutual catch balls, it can be said that this situation has become as much as possible.
"(Oh, no. What can I tell you?I guess Thor knows why I make money like that... wow, Kiji) "
Ethel was slightly troubled while avoiding reality while she was mouthing the tea after her meal.
Even if I was told to break my belly and talk to me, I didn't think about the landing site, but I just said inside my chest. What do you want me to do?
Thus, while being given the opportunity of dialogue with his mother, Ethel was always at ease because of the final drop-off point and the lack of prospect.
Incidentally, Sakurai's intention was to "get permission for the use of the large library by completing everything between families."
He had acquired the humanity to think that it was better not to say it straight.Of course, this intention was not conveyed to Ethel.
My mother, Cordelia, was also troubled under her cool face.
It is unclear how he learned about it, but what his daughter's alumni, the boy, told him was true in all respects.
"(... what should I do?)"
Cordelia, like Ethel, has been educated to be a saintly lady since childhood, and now strives to be a saintly lady.
As a result, I recognized that the environment surrounding the current Saintess was natural, and even after I knew from the outside that it was equivalent to slave labor, I still thought that "this is why the words of the Saintess are weighed accordingly".
It is a task that no one wants to do, but it is certainly necessary, and it is very noble to take charge of it.
And Cordelia feels a strong sense of accomplishment that the struggle will subside due to her work.I am relieved that my struggle was not in vain.
Therefore, she was rewarding and proud of her role as the "Holy Maiden".And I wanted my daughter, Ethel, to take over this proud job.
But she fled the cathedral and became an adventurer.
It's no exaggeration to say that I'm a worker, but I thought my daughter had the freedom to choose her own path.It was not about being a saint, but about being a mother.
So when I found out that I was trying to escape, I unfortunately deliberately made a hole in the security guard to push it back.
It was because she was timid as a mother to act on the fact without questioning the reason.
And because she didn't ask questions, she was terribly frightened to know that her daughter was aiming for an adventurer.
Because I never dreamed that my beloved daughter would be more likely to lose her life than me.
Cordelia has been troubled to this day.
I am opposed to becoming an adventurer as a mother, but I wonder if I deserve to speak more now that I have sent it without confirming it.
If I told you about this, would it be good for my daughter to give up on it if she really wished to become an adventurer?I wonder if my daughter will hate me so much?
But, but, but.
The request for help to the cathedral from the Adventurer's Academy was brought to the place where I kept asking myself such questions.
Lacking calmness in response to a request from the Adventurer's School, which had become a source of concern, she shook her head vertically in response to a proposal made by the "traditionalists" to call Ethel back to the Saintess.
It was impossible to judge her as a saintess, but at that time, Cordelia's thoughts as a mother prevailed.
And as a result of being completely exposed, Cordelia, who was killed as if she had been cold-watered, asked herself if she had the words and qualifications to turn to Ethel.
I thought, "For the time being, I've been seeing you for a long time, so I should face you face to face." I invited you to dinner, but it wasn't like you were completely the original Ami, but Cordelia was still stuck with the words in the scene.
"Mom."
Ethel
I wanted to say something to each other and at the same time uttered words and frustrated each other.
After the silence, Cordelia opened her mouth to do something about it.
She decided that it was a prerequisite to have a conversation with Shinobi and Horned, and decided to tell her about the case in which Ethel came to the cathedral, not as a mother, but as a saintly lady.
"Please excuse me."First of all, there will be no problem with the use of the large library.Tomorrow morning we will perform an abbreviated ceremony for the reappointment of Our Lady, after which we will grant permission to use her.However, you will need to be accompanied by me, the Holy Maiden, to enter the forbidden lot of your choice.In addition to that, the guards will also follow, so you will agree to that. ”
Hmm, okay. I'd rather keep an eye out for my stupid bastard so he doesn't do anything weird.
"Please feel free to use the large library in the afternoon.When the time is up, we'll go through the admission process, so wait at the reception of the large library. "
"Yeah. All right."
"... and you're not familiar with the Great Library with your companions anyway."I will also cooperate in gathering information on this matter. ”
"Huh? Well, is any other job good?"
"Never mind. It's a redemption involving a crap scheme."
"I see... thank you, Mom"
Mom, I felt that Cordelia had a little courage.
Her little courage was indispensable for her mother's words, which pushed the words in her chest outwards.
Still, Cordelia unconsciously looked down at the center of the table like a child who was afraid of anger.
However, even though she was intimately frightened to face her daughter, she could spit out the feeling that she was naturally nodding in her heart.
"Ethel, I don't want you to continue your adventure."
Why?
“Because it's a life-threatening profession.Adventurers don't know when or where to die.Sometimes you can't even retrieve the body. ”
"Like your father?"
"... yes"
Father, Cordelia gave the word an affirmation to narrow it down, even though she was somewhat stuck with words.
The man who was the father of Ethel, the husband of Cordelia, and the head of the knights protecting the cathedral was Raymond Tainer.
In this country, "If the Sword Saint is the spear of the nation, the shield of the nation is the saint" is so powerful that it is considered to be a hardest individual fortress by combining "Shield" to protect itself in addition to its strength as a magician who can protect the entire army by the high level of "sacred magic" and "junction magic".
A man who fought in the [Dragon Raid] three years ago and never returned.
“I understand that three years ago was a special case.However, at that time, fewer than 60 of the 740 Crusaders made up of adventurers and knights selected from Japan returned.Most of them were backers, and only the half-dead Sword Saint returned from the front line. "
And those who played a role in catching the attack on the rear guard, including Raymond Tyner, turned into meat lumps during the battle.
Underneath the tomb in the communal cemetery, he was left with the medals and funerary items that he had been given to the dead in battle, but the weapons he used were kept secret.
“My family dies and I hear about it.I don't want you to be in a profession that makes you imagine the future.That's why I want you to come back to this cathedral. "
It was only natural as a mother who had lost her husband in battle.
However, for Ethel, this is the first time she has ever seen a figure that speaks of her feelings, and she's almost spoiled by the words of her fleshly relatives who are not saints.
"Ahh, no more!"
That's why Ethel slapped her cheeks hard and regained her temper.
Pounding! Cordelia's eyes were rounded about something as she unexpectedly raised her face to the sudden sound of a rumble, and she looked at her mother with a strong will as she tingled her slightly reddened cheek with pain.
"Mother! I don't want to be a saintess, and I hate the cathedral that admits it!"How do you know that!? "
"... no, I don't know."
"Then I'll tell you! I don't want to help the saintly lady, the cathedrals, even though she's always helping me!I don't like it when you keep letting your ass slip and don't try to reward me for it!That's why I hate it! "
Cordelia had a strange look at Ethel.
After all, it is the role of the saintly lady to settle disputes and continue to help others and organizations, and I believe that those who received the charity should reward the organizations that were in conflict with others.
In the first place, mediation and settlement are fully rewarded because they are guaranteed clothing, food and shelter as their duties as saints and their rewards.
Ethel understood very well that her mother would think that way, because she had been educated to say "yes" after all.
It's fair to say that Raymond, my father, has a strong influence on my ability to get out of it.
"My dad always said," I want to make my mom happy as a woman. "Wearing beautiful clothes that are not used clothes, eating lots of delicious food, and enjoying exciting stories... I decided to get married and become a "family" because I want people to know that kind of normal happiness. "
The father who saw the young day's cordelia and knew its appearance was the husband of the saintly lady, but he was strongly negative of the system.
The roles and responsibilities of the saints should be assumed by organized groups rather than individuals, and brainwashing education that creates the sacrifice of the "saints" from childhood should be eliminated.
This is why he has been struggling daily to give [time (private) with his family] to Cordelia, who is constantly being chased by hard work after marriage, and has continued to preach the distortion of the saintly system to her surroundings.
And Raymond used the time that he managed to twist through the efforts of many enemies, but not many allies, to tell a lot about the outside world that was not visible from the standpoint of the Saintess.
Sometimes she brought in forbidden food because it was not suitable for the saintly lady and cooked it from her hand.
I presented brand-new clothes while taking into consideration the sensibility of Cordelia as a saintess, and brought fashionable stories and books to read and listen to them while exchanging proud underhanded acts.
Although education as a saintess could not be stopped after the birth of her daughter, she used her position as the husband of the saint to interfere in the curriculum, causing her to change to something much better than what her mother received, and twisting her time by actively doing her work to value "time with her family" more.
Because of Raymond's dedication, Cordelia, who could only have mechanical emotions at that time as a saintly lady, also learned that there were parts that she could not understand, such as "I love myself".
And if so, I also wanted to love my husband, and now I can love my family clumsyly, regardless of the position of the saintly lady.
"My father also allowed me to learn about the lives of people who were not saints.With delicious food and fashionable clothes, many stories and plays and songs... I knew all kinds of "luxuries" that I couldn't think of in the life of a saint, and I realized that they were ordinary things that were neither luxurious nor extravagant, and I began to think that it was strange that a saintess who could not allow ordinary things should not be allowed to happen. "
For Ethel's good fortune was to have a father who affirmed his doubts and willingly answered them.
She spends more time with her father than with her mother, who keeps her busy, and she is more influenced by the amount of time she spends with her father.
As a result, Ethel succeeded in establishing her ego and thoughts as an individual who was educated as a saint but was not a saint, and she thought that she could not change her system as a saint like her father until she escaped from the cathedral.
"That's why I didn't think it would be uncomfortable to be a saint in the first place."
"... Ethel"
Cordelia called out to her daughter, who had begun to distort her face for whatever reason, to stop it.
Nevertheless, Ethel is prepared to say that she must convey her egotistical ugliness while enduring the anger and sadness that is about to overflow.
"But my dad is dead. Since my mother was entrusted with the national funeral of the [Dragon Raid], I knew that the Holy Lady was truly an amazing person...."
All those who lost their lives in the great event of the invasion of the dragon were considered heroes without exception, and the funeral became a national funeral for the dead who could not be recovered.
Among the victims killed in battle, there were royalty and nobles connected to it, but in order not to break the premise that "everyone is equal heroes regardless of their status", the organizer of the national funeral was royalty, but the practice was religious, and among them, the white feather arrows were erected on the Saintess Cordelia, which was a neutral existence that did not belong to all sects.
While cooperating with the royalty and taking into account the political dynamics that fluctuate depending on which work is entrusted to the nobles and the various sects, we will investigate the customs and contraindications of the victims' identity and origins, and plan to make the funeral a funeral that no one will be dissatisfied with.
In addition, after the funeral ceremony, the applicant will arrange a re-funeral ceremony for his/her family, store the body until the burial, arrange the burial procedures for those who do not even have the body, arrange the burial site, and set up a consultation desk.
In addition, the Saintess herself travelled to various places to provide spiritual care to the bereaved families and help to remove their suffering, etc.... It is not an exaggeration to say that the rest time is less than one hour a day, which is murderous. The Saintess Cordelia has accomplished a brilliant work.
Many people voiced their admiration and gratitude for the superhuman achievement, which led to strengthening the authority of the Saintess in the country and thus the presence of the religion led by her.
”... I really hated the people around my mom”
Greater authority, stronger presence.
Those gathered around the maiden began to seek their own prosperity and the prosperity of their clans with her help.
A certain person used the position of the side of the Saintess to seek preferential treatment for the surroundings and worked violently.
Some solicited funds to make their churches and mansions more luxurious.
Particularly numerous were those who carried out the work assigned to them under the Saintess in various ways, and behaved as if they had accomplished the results.
They exaggerated about the problems and tasks they had to solve, and reported that they could not do so at the discretion given, or that the deadline had not been met, so that the Sacred Maiden would process them...... Such "skipping" began to spread.
The reason for this was the high level of superhuman work ability of the Saintess Cordelia.
After all, the series of tasks that started with the national funeral was completed without wearing yourself out, and it was the spread of skipping that gave rise to the consciousness among those who started skipping the skip that "even if we let go of ourselves, we would have no problem being a saintly lady".
"'With the Holy Maiden, you'll be fine', 'I'll leave it to the Holy Maiden'."He always jokes and starts to skip, and no one ever tried to help his mother!Even Mom lost her dad!Even the time to grieve was taken away for ourselves! "
"Ethel..."
"I told you to be a good person like your mother, with that mouth!"Are you out of your mind!? "
"I know there were such people."But it's temporary, and they're getting the punishment they deserve, so it's not happening now. ”
Even so!
The anger bursting out of his chest, and Ethel rose up to be pushed by the momentum, and slammed his hands against the table.
The chair, which lost the momentum, rolled to the floor with a loud noise.
The sound that reached her ear made Ethel glad, and she realized that she was about to point the tip of her anger at her mother like eight strikes.
Ashamed of that, but still unable to spit out words, she gave a bitterly crushed expression.
"Even so... I can't be a saintess anymore, I don't want to be a saint anymore."I can't work for those people.I can't stand being a saint like my mother. "
The anger towards the surroundings that expose the ugliness and the disappointment about the environment surrounding such a saintly woman are similar to sadness.
And most of all, the sense of awe and complexion towards the mother who showed her role without changing her complexion.
Although she is aware that all of them come from her own selfish thoughts, Ethel strongly refuses to become a saint.
”That's why I'll be an adventurer at least to fulfill my dad's wish... even if it's a piece of it”
In order to gain courage, Ethel raised her face and declared, holding the crucifix on her wrists, which was the image of her father.
Raymond's wish?
"'I want to make my mother happy as a woman.'"Even now it's impossible, so that when I retire from the saintly lady, I can take my mother's hand and teach her all kinds of [luxuries].We need a lot of money for that.That's why I decided to become an adventurer. "
I am not entitled to speak out against the position of a saintly lady after having abandoned it selfishly.
At the very least, I would like you to spend the rest of your life in "luxury" worthy of the hardships you've suffered so far when your mother really retired from the saints.
Delicious and lavish cuisine, beautiful clothes, and theatrical scenes and plays that sing them high in a book that spells out stories that hit the chest.
I would like you to taste it all. There is no leisure time when you are allowed to do nothing and take a nod to sightseeing trips that share emotions and happiness and nurture memories.
And next to that is myself, and I want to share what my father was trying to teach me as a "family".
That's why we have to make money.
That's a lot of money that I can't get in my normal profession.
For this reason, the adventurer was the most suitable, and I wanted to be an adventurer knowing that there was a risk of death.
"I'm not going to die like this."Whether it's a dungeon or outside the walls, you'll earn money and come back alive.I've already decided that, so I'm not going to stop the adventurer. ”
The daughter looked to her mother and told her her origins and her determination, and her mother took care of all of her.
Cordelia closed her eyelids for a few seconds and exhaled convincedly that she had no choice.
I see, Ethel.
"Yes, Mom."
"If you want to inherit my father's will, I don't have the words to stop it as a mother.But I still want my daughter not to be in danger. "
"I understand how you feel."I mean... you said it yourself, but you loved me more than you ever imagined. "
"It's only natural that I love you."
"Stop it, it's embarrassing.... I know how she feels.That's why I try to avoid dangerous things, but I'm not going to stop being an adventurer. "
"Okay, but if you need anything, please rely on me right away."If you are seriously injured, such as dying, I will bring you back to me without being forced to become a saint.Later, the letter is fine, and the latest report should be beans. "
"Hey, hey, stop. Don't bind your kids too much, Mom, because they're trying to leave their parents."
"............ for now, let's convince you."
Ethel smiled bitterly when she saw Cordelia, who was convinced that she was really reluctant to go. She didn't think her mother's face was this strong.
And under the expression, "I will not say that I lost one hand in the opera house incident."
"If you were careful, you would have talked to me."I'll keep it tidy, so you should go back to the inn.It's dangerous to walk alone, so I'll send someone to see me off. "
"Ah, Mom. Well, if you don't mind."
What's the matter, Ethel?
"Today... can't I stay?"
Cordelia was slightly surprised by Ethel's embarrassed suggestion and immediately replied with a gentle smile, “I don't mind.”
Thus, the persistence between the two could be resolved without going because some idiot slipped his mouth.
They were thinking about each other, but they talked about a lot of things as if they were trying to fill the groove that was born, gave and accepted each other... and slept next to each other on one bed with their hands crossed.
At midnight, a mansion is located a little farther from the cathedral.My husband's name is Terrence Kendall.
The old elves, who led those called "Traditionalists" who honored the bloodline of the first Saintess, knelt on the floor in a dim bedroom illuminated by several candles.
"Ahh, I-aaaah...!"
The body was bound by chains emitted from the magic circle, and a silver trident pierced its back.
What flows from the open mouth in the form of a scream is not a cry for help, but only blood that overflows back through the airway by being pierced through the lungs.
The trident that stood on his back pierced Terrence's heart and left and right lungs accurately, cutting off his life.
"......!"
The chains that tied the body melted away, and the trident that was pierced deeply was pulled out by force, so the old elf's corpse rolled with a sound.
But there is no more to hear the sound echoing.Everyone in the mansion had turned into an unspeakable corpse before Terrence.
The trident I pulled out was held by a girl with white skin who was completely invisible until she was sick.
I defied Obsidian's sword, and now Asana (Ayako), who belonged to the Seven Dragons faction, had her slightly disturbed bobcut black hair lightly trimmed with a handkerchief.
Her hair and her characteristic big cat eyes falling off and turning white as she headed towards the tip of her hair combine with the atmosphere of this dimly lit room and make everything she sees feel creepy.
Well, will this be the last time?
From the end of the open door appeared a person in a blue robe with a lit candleboard in one hand.
Although it is clear from his voice that he is a man, the face in the hood wrapped around his head is supposed to be illuminated by the light of candles, but instead of his expression, the "darkness" is so overwhelming that he cannot even determine the outline.
Only the cloudy eyes floating at the top of the [Darkness] showed that there was a man's face there.
Why are you using such faces, or what means are you using to cover them up... Asahi wasn't interested in all of them.
Rather, the disgust grew indifferent to the upbeat tone emitted by the man.I wish I could have taken as much distance as I could.
But it will not come true.
After all, Asana Ayako's body is obsessed with this man madly, and she continues to be held captive by the [demon] that he possesses.
"I'm sorry it took so long, Caizi.Even though I was in a hurry to deal with the people below... my body didn't move well for a long time. "
He puts down the candlestick while saying so, and when he holds the morning shrine with one hand, he starts to stroke it with a hand that licks from his head to his neck.
Asahi doesn't resist, she can't.
No matter what emotional storm blows in his chest, his freedom to reject him is denied from birth.
"But don't worry, Caizi."Although there was a problem that the saintly lady suddenly stepped down from office, it seems that she will return to the saintly lady tomorrow.[The pure blue is stained with the blood of the Saintess and stained with the color of sin...]?Since we cannot corroborate the information from Katsuki, we have no choice but to do things in accordance with that information.I don't know what emotional changes have occurred, but it's good for us that things are back to normal. ”
When the man said that and opened the Asahi mourningly, he bent over to the side of the fallen Terence and touched the still warm corpse.
"'Doll Making (Manipulate)'"
Suddenly, Terrence's body began to twitch.
Together, the sound of grinding rocks echoed through his body.The spasm was linked to the sound.
When the man let go, Terrence, who was supposed to be dead, stood up slowly with his hands on his own.
Even though the scar pierced by the trident spear and the vomiting of blood from the mouth disappeared completely and appeared to be unchanged in an orderly manner, the expression was so utterly expressionless that it didn't make me feel angry.
But that's only a few seconds.
Terrence (the doll), who created the corpse as a material by inputting the command of the main creator, recovered his lifetime expression and dived into the bedroom bed after completing several vocal exercises to check his condition.
The man used the same magic tricks to puppet all the victims who lived in this mansion.
That was the meaning of the treatment of those below.
The man did not move any shards in his blasphemy towards the dead until clearly, and the Asahi who actually put them in his hands had no idea about it.
"The fact that the situation has returned to normal means that we can proceed as originally planned.I'll take care of the rest, Ayako. I'll give you everything you want. "
The man who had done what he had to do pulled her hand and sat on the edge of the bed where Terence lay, hugging her body.
I don't do anything, I just love silently.I continue to enjoy the physical touch that I can't enjoy with my normal skeletal appearance.
"Ah, Caizi. I never thought the tremor in my spoken throat would be so pleasant before I lost my body."Thinking about the physical body, I entrusted myself to the foreign law... but from time to time, I might be happy to show you my love by taking it back like this. "
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"Oops, that's a strange phrase."Don't worry, I have a relationship with you.Fathers like my daughter don't deserve to be called manufacturers. "
I always loved the doll (daughter) that I had created, and in order to do so I had to remove the shackles of the flesh.
The man chose to become a "magic man" for that purpose, and dedicated the "magic trick" he had cultivated to the organization as a price.
The only reason he got the body again, which was supposed to give him peace of mind, was because his beloved daughter wanted it.
My daughter, who could not utter a word or teach a letter, relied on the ugly filth of Pygmalion to read and write and to convey her intentions to herself.
Seeing a message sent in awkward letters, the man instantly dreamt of a scene in which his rebellious daughter revealed her love for her father in her heart.
If you call yourself a father, you can't say that you're not impressed by this.The man rejoiced in his daughter's growth and promised his cooperation.
"I will surely offer you what will become the [Holy Scepter of Great Sin (Punisher)]." I promise, Ayako. "
What is it, what is it used for, and why is it required?
Abandoning all doubts, the man vowed to devote his whole body to it.
And I felt my love deeper in the little smile my daughter showed me when I swore my vows.
Tomorrow, if I dedicate what I have, how much will my daughter smile?
While using 30% of the brain as an operational instruction to the puppeteers, the rest of them grew wings of delusions and flew away.
No matter the body, the man who did not need to sleep or eat decided to spend it while loving Caizi until the scheduled time.
He is unaware that he keeps aiming for his own life by calling her his beloved daughter in his arms.
Because I deprived the freedom of conversation necessary to realize it in order to impose the ideal of "wanting to be a silent daughter" (sexuality).
The affection of Joseph Asanaga, the man who made Ayako and was proud of his father, was all but one-way.
Aftermath
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