That night, Liz was summoned by the priest Lloyd to be in the immediate backyard of the Second Temple.
"Tomorrow morning is finally the first selection day for the Virgin Candidate. Liz's, I don't think there's a problem with that big bud. - Unless someone thinks about sprouting it."
Lloyd glanced at Liz with a small laugh.
"Are you okay with being here? What would you do if someone was sneaking into your room and pulling your buds out? Like Claire Howard, who's been with us forever."
Liz smiled.
Claire wouldn't do that.
"How do you know that? Are you kidding?"
"It's not a survey. I'm sure."
Clearly, Liz gets a dissatisfied voice from Lloyd saying "Hmm." "So, what about the other candidate for Virgin?
I look up at Lloyd, and I say, "It's okay."
"How can you say all that?
"It's..."
In Liz's room, Claire reached for a trembling hand in Liz's holy bud - she stopped her hand just before.
And he had a slightly lonely, but soft grin.
Of course I feel sorry for you. And the strong anger and sadness of why I am alone.
But Liz worked so hard for Claire, she found out how to sprout. He helped me really hard, even though I had no in-laws or obligations to work hard for Claire.
The important thing is that. Even if your heart is full of jealousy, pain and various emotions, that's what you should never forget deep down.
Claire gently touched the little round leaves. With a polite hand to handle the broken.
"Grow up well. Liz's" Holy Bud. "
A gentle voice came out. I thought I was such a good person.
Claire left the room.
And someone stared at Claire from behind the hallway as she walked out of Liz's room. She's one of the Virgin's candidates and the same civilian daughter as Liz and Claire.
My daughter snuck into Liz's room, making sure there was no one around. And when he came to the plant pot, which was by the window, he stretched out his hand with hesitation.
My daughter was one of us yet to bud.
My daughter had given up on germinating already. While it was regrettable that candidates such as the children of nobility and the daughter of a famous magician germinated one after the other, they were convinced somewhere in their hearts. Because the world where we originally lived was different from that of a civilian daughter.
But Liz isn't. He's the same civilian, and he's a countryman with no family. Above all, it is not magical.
Isn't Liz "below" herself? That's what my daughter thought. The character is "below". You're the one to look down on, but you're sprouting bigger than anyone else faster. That's oddly decided.
"This disqualifies Liz too..."
When I swallowed the gokun and the twat, I pulled Liz's bud out of the roots as I was ready.
The bluer leaves were further broken into butch and force, and the stem was broken into two pieces in the middle and thrown to the floor.
"You deserve it."
Seeds are only grain by grain. I can't replant it. The selection date is tomorrow morning. Liz disqualified herself as a candidate for the Virgin -.
My daughter killed her voice and laughed, trying to rush out of the room before anyone could find her.
All of a sudden then, a worn out Liz bud thrown out on the floor emitted a white, pale light.
"What!?
In front of her little screaming daughter, she regains her liveliness as the buds look around.
Even though there is no soil or water, the roots tense and the stems regain strength. Many brightly colored leaves revealed themselves, and it was like magic to be flooded with mistletoe.
"How could...!
I open my eyes and my daughter turns away as if she were blushing. Running like you lost me and grabbing a bud, I broke my stem again. Fold like crazy over and over again.
But as he grinned at his daughter, the buds glowed white again, and quickly the broken spot came back to normal.
"What the hell is this..."
A blue-daughter's vision shows a figure standing at the door. He's a senior cleric who brought his daughter as a candidate. The senior cleric looked tougher than I've ever seen before.
"I'm sorry."
To his stifling daughter, the senior cleric told him so in a cold voice.
In the backyard of the Second Temple, Lloyd was asking Liz to continue his story.
"How can you say all the other Virgin candidates are okay with trying to sprout?
"I tried it before."
Lloyd got a stunned look.
"Shit? yourself, your bud!? It is a holy bud, given by the present Virgin, grown from a holy seed!? Did you do that?
Liz said in a panic.
"It's not from the roots, that's right. Just a few leaves. Then it grew back to normal right away. So, well, it's best not to do that, but I was wondering if some things would be okay."
Lloyd was distracted, but eventually he laughed like he couldn't do this.
"Nice. Really, it's funny. Oh, one more question. What were you gonna do if every bowl was stolen?
"That's why the senior clerics are near the Virgin candidates, isn't it? That's a lookout, in a way, isn't it? If I bring you to the temple, the role is supposed to be over, but all the senior clerics are staying in this second temple. Even Mr. Lloyd has always been near me."
"Well, that's..."
Lloyd said the words rarely and hurried on.
"That seed sprouts by the holy power that the Virgin candidates themselves possess. If you don't have enough strength, you won't bud.
That's why you asked me before, but it doesn't matter what you plant in soil or water or what you call it. Well, I guess it's one of the important qualities to find the one that best suits your power. It is only by the power of the candidate himself. So there's nothing others can do. "
(That's right...)
Liz bit off her lips. Then there's nothing you can do for Claire. From the beginning, didn't you?
Claire's gentle smile came to mind.
(You're helpless)
How helpless...
Lloyd, who put his arms around the wall, asked Liz, who chewed on his interminable remorse and even looked up at the night sky.
"Why are you putting that Claire in that kid?
I wonder why. Because they are the children of Eugene? Or is it a sin to overlap with Eugene and Keefa for that matter?
(no)
"- He told me it was beautiful. the color of my hair and eyes."
Black-haired, black-eyed, among the natural candidates, obviously embraced the heretical Liz from the beginning. Praised me. I was so happy. That's why I wanted to help.
"Right," snapped Lloyd, looking up at the night sky as well.
There are few stars tonight. That was asexually sad, and in the black sky Liz searched desperately for a shining star.
I saw Liz as the cleric Lloyd, who was looking up into the sky, reminded me to "speak of it".
"Speaking of Claire, that ring. The ring you dug out of that dirt, His Royal Highness Keefa took it, but was it good? Well, it originally belonged to His Highness Keefa. You thought it was important to Liz in" The Survey, "didn't you?
Liz glanced at him as soon as she could. It resembles a ring worn by a young lady who was Eugene's wedding partner in her previous life.
The bitter feeling spread all over my chest. The wound is still deep.
"That's okay. It was a mistake for me to have that gold ring."
Lloyd frowned as soon as he could.
"Money? Liz can get out of her mind. Sure, it's a ring with blue stones on it, but the part of the ring isn't gold, it's silver. It's old or rusty, but it was a silver ring."