Sayonara Ryuusei Konnichiwa Jinsei

"Um, if you are there, Dragon."

The quivering voice spoke the name of my soul, not as a human.

I know the name of my soul. That alone is more than enough to warn you that your opponent is the demon itself or a relative.

Vigilance in this case does not mean that I can be harmed, but that it can introduce extra trauma into my human life.

In front of my eyes, I saw a young girl wearing a light purple priest's robe of Zenobia, a neutral god who belongs to neither good nor evil.

"Fumun"

An angel who serves Zenobia, a girl who calls himself Celestel, invited me to a private room in Suzutei, an amulet, and offered to talk.

A simple but well-polished table covered with a clean white cloth has two steams of ordered suom tea.

Originally, I and Celestel are isolated entities that do not exchange words.

For this reason, Celestel in front of her is trembling and shrinking as far as she can see.

It doesn't seem to hurt me, is it acting to trick me? It is too scary for me.

You may think that if you say bad things, you will be able to get rid of me without a trace.

I wouldn't make such an intangible imitation so easy, but I wasn't particularly close to Zenobia, and if I knew how to deal with my evil god, it might be reasonable to be scared.

"Hmm, just drink tea and settle down. No eating."

"Hahahaha is awesome!"

Celestel reaches out to the cup in front of her, trembling, and the trembling cup spills out of the cup.

If you're so scared of it, you don't feel like you need to look back on what you did in the past.

But how do I say it is transmitted to the Zenobia faction?

Celestel, who drank Suom tea in a breath when I was hurt soberly, stopped stomaching or shaking.

However, instead, the face with impressive round eyes changes its color to white past blue

A beauty turned to the right-holding on to the pendant of the cult resembling the profile of Zenobia, Celestel muttered her name several times before she opened her mouth.

"Thank you very much for the valuable time of the dragon, this time. It is in the life of my Lord Zenobia that I spoke to the dragon today."

"I hope it's not so hard.

I don't know how you heard my reputation, but I won't do anything harmful if you don't imitate humans indiscriminately.

So what is Zenobia's life? "

Celestel's expression was that of the one he had determined to be dead.

No, this is a room of a restaurant and inn that is nothing on the battlefield.

"Only one life from my Lord Zenobia"

"Hmmm. If it's not too unreasonable, it's okay to just listen, but what?"

Celestel, looking straight into my eyes, slammed, slapping her forehead on the table.

"Whatever, please worship my Lord Zenobia!"

"... Hmm? I'm going to worship Zenobia."

"That's right. It's been more than 16 years since I was reincarnated as a human being. I fully know that I worship Ogami Mylar.

And the power of Mylar who received your prayers has increased remarkably, and hopefully I would like to be able to share a part of it with my Lord. ''

Celestel, who was hungry, did not talk or bite, as before, but talked about me, but it was honestly unexpected that the religion would come out.

Celestel says that I believe in Maillar, but I do not.

They only follow the doctrines of Mylarism to the minimum extent necessary to live as a human. In the first place, Mylar is my best friend before what I believe in.

I've been praying intently recently to help my friend, but I'm sorry if other Gods say something like that.

By the way, unlike that of Maillard, Mylar doesn't often show me a face, because his free appearance on the ground may be a special skill of Caravis, but he prays before meals or at any event Sometimes, he frequently talks with Milard.

"That said, the power gained in my prayers is not so significant from Maillar's point of view.

I think it's much bigger than other human followers, but it's a very small amount for Ogami. ''

"However, the power gained from prayer from the dragon, however, is comparable to hundreds of millions of ordinary human followers, trillions of trillions, several thousands of people, even thousands of people.

Above all, if you can get acquaintance with the dragon, this is invaluable to any treasure or miracle.

If our Lord Zenobia is a God who is neither a good nor a bad god, no matter where he worships, he will not stand!

Fearlessly, the size of the cult on earth is inferior to that of Maillar, but it has not been persecuted.

He was very religious in the Arkrest kingdom, so he couldn't go to the Inquisition.

We will affirm all the desires of the dragon if they are truly desired. ''

Since there are so many real gods, religions in this world are basically fairly forgiving, unless they are divinity belonging to the hostile camp.

Xenobia, who controls the desire, is sometimes smoked because the congregation, who interprets the doctrine in a convenient way, causes uproar.

But the doctrine also teaches how to deal with one's own desires seriously, to find out what one really wants, to choose not only to follow the desires, but also to select and produce a number of desires.

Rather than the teachings of God, it is a rather unusual kind of religion whose emphasis is on the believers, whose actions are largely determined by the human nature of the believers who receive them.

"That said, well, I don't have a Mylar religious priesthood, and there's almost no problem in speaking of religion in Zenobia, but there's no reason to change saddles."

"Of course, we don't have to change the saddle free of charge.

The faith in Mylar is fine. It would suffice for me to pray to the Lord a bit, yes. "

I don't mind selling my faith in the Lord, but Celestel is desperate.

Or is it good to give faith to the two gods? I can easily imagine that Mylar would not care.

Humm, and if I poke one habit, Celestel seems to have thought that this is the place to be, and folds at once.

"It's not just a prayer. If you can believe now ..."

Celestel, leaning at me at the desk and leaning toward me, tried to utter a shout of words, and the door opened vigorously, and his voice shook our ears. Was.

"Wait!"

"Dragon, listen to our words."

"Please give me not only the angel of Zenobia but also me!"

Priests of various religions blocked the words of Celestel, opening the door with the hinge of the door almost bursting.

As they pushed each other, their bodies were jammed tightly at the doors and they could not enter the room.

What a stupid sight, these priests are actually no human. All of them were angels and subordinates who lived in the gods.

Originally, the great priest, archbishop, or pope, who would be at the top of any religion that would descend on the ground, bowed his head, and the angels and lower gods who came in contact with the greatest bow turned to humans and came to me It seems.

Fumufumun. The gods that control the minerals, the gods that pass on the knowledge of sheep to humans, the gods that change the climate, and the gods who give the seeds of plants according to their religion, and their relatives.

"It seems that the matter is the same as Celestel"

I exhaled as heavy as I drank lead.

I am sorry for those who want to sell me the Lord God in my place ahead of time, and I will draw the lottery first, decide the order, and arrange them in a line.

Then I decided to listen to them one by one.

In this case, I wondered if it was not a huge popularity but an okami.

"The first time I see you, Dragon. I am in Mamel serving the god of wisdom and knowledge, Ordin."

In front of me, a woman in a priestly robe with an anthropomorphic moon and sun emblem, a symbol of Ordin's knowledge, bows reverently.

Unlike Celestel, it is a very dignified behavior.

The golden hair spilled down from the hem of the lowered hood, and my beautiful blue eyes reflected my face.

It is probably the highest angel, Seraph, from the perceived spirit.

"Hmm, you're new to me. Ordin, or one of the main gods of the knowledge gods who taught magic to humans.

I had a little relationship in my last life. Oldin was old when he was born, but is he still healthy?

Ordin had a bad habit of narrowing his field of view, raising his bloodway too much to explain why. "

The person who knew my identity brought the tone closer to that of the previous life by saying that he was an opponent, and I ordered the use of Ordin who was associated with a little favor to the opponent, and I lined up in order in order Others awaiting the recruitment wrinkled in the eyebrows.

"Yes, I am still healthy. Our Lord is very pleased that the dragon has chosen the path to unravel the magic.

Therefore, we are asking you to help us, as well as Mylar. ''

"Hmmm. I often hear the name of Ordin while teaching at Magic School. Some of the students follow Ordin.

An Ordin who gives a lot of knowledge in exchange for faith would certainly be worth worshiping.

But isn't gaining faith in such a computational form the form of faith that should be between man and God? "

Mamel laughs at me. It's a teacher-like smile praising the student's answer.

Well, apparently I'm not afraid of my existence. She's a strong angel.

"You are exactly what the dragon says. The offer of those who are here, not just me, should be more of a trade or a deal than a religion.

It is not in the form of faith that must be between man and God. However, you are an old dragon. Please pardon it specially. "

Here, the smile of a beautiful angel like Mamel is called cowardly.

"Certainly, it's hard to say that this is a religion between man and God. There may be a deal of this kind."

As I'm learning how to use human magic, I'm convinced that Oldin, who has given magic to humans, is a very useful partner for anything in the future.

With a high score for my faith in Ordin in my heart, I showed my way of thinking with my arms crossed.

"Hmmm. I've been with Aldin, and it's good to think about the religion."