Liz looked out.
(Grace's flowers are starting to wither...)
Harari, after Grace's holy flower withered without a single flower left, a bright red round fruit swept up in his eyes as well.
Grace's face sparkled as soon as I could.
"Well, beautiful. After all, it will bear fruit worthy of him."
Sounds really satisfying. The expression says he's convinced that what's inside is so great that Liz can't beat it.
against which Natalie shouted as she swung her voice from behind all the sins, kneeling powerless on the spot.
"... why not? Dear Grace, why not!? I believed in Lady Grace!
"I don't know what you're talking about. I really need you to stop talking."
Grace frowned furiously and looked down at Natalie with cold eyes as if she wanted to detach from herself as soon as possible.
Natalie's face swelled like despair.
Although I suspected a little, I guess Natalie admired Grace from the bottom of her heart. I've always admired it. So I believed to the end. Yet I realized that for Grace, Natalie was just a disposable pawn "Koma" that could be handled conveniently.
"Oh no..."
As sad as Natalie is, she sneers.
All that remained was the sin of removing Liz's fruit in a despicable manner and the marks of a large burn from her right cheek to her neck. Sinned, disqualified even as a candidate for the Virgin, besides losing her future as a noble courtier.
"Oh no...!
Hit her head on the floor and shake her long dark hair with Natalie's trembling hands. The cute silver hair ornament just fell to the floor with a cute, dry sound.
One spill after another will hurt my burnt right cheek, but I guess my heart hurts more than that. It was pathetic to let him tremble all over his body and also clog his voice and cry.
……
Liz gripped her hands hard beside her body.
I don't know so much about Natalie, and I don't even think I'm liked. Above all, Grace makes more sense.
But I really don't think Natalie's words are a lie.
Liz spoke quietly with "Grace".
"I don't think what Natalie said is a lie to me. When I came to this hall, I knocked on Grace's room door, but I didn't hear back. You weren't already in your room then, and you were in this hall with Natalie?
"You always sleep with earplugs on. That's why I didn't hear Natalie scream, and I'm late to notice all the voices and sounds. That's why I rushed in later."
Grace has plenty of room on her face. Let them chase you no matter how much. Because there's no proof. It was an attitude that I knew very well about.
Liz blushed. Natalie's crying voice pierces her ear. "Natalie......" The moment I called small, the truth poured into Liz's brain one after another like video. It's the power of Liz's "exploration."
That Grace instructed Natalie to take away Liz's fruit "by order of the chief cleric," that Grace fed the shield behind the Duke's house, that Grace softened and "molested" the cleric Toma, and that Toma distracted the cleric on the lookout, that Grace and Natalie had come to the hall in that gap...
(Turns out)
Momentum. Face up and stare hard at Grace.
(I knew it, it was. But...)
Regrettably, there is no spell to convince everyone of it.
(No, there has to be something. Something -!)
I shake my head desperately in front of Grace in an attitude like I won. And - I looked back on the momentum.
There was the appearance of the Holy Dragon in Rin and Tatsuzu. I took Liz's gaze and said, "What can I do for you?" But I snap my neck when I say it.
(That's right. Holy Dragon was in the fruit, so to speak, in this hall all the time, so you watched everything.)
All of Grace's interactions with Natalie.
Liz stared wholeheartedly at the Holy Dragon without blinking. The Holy Dragon frowned and looked back.
I don't know what to do. But it's worth a try.
Taking a small, deep breath, Liz opened her mouth wide towards the clergy and candidates on the spot, not taking her eyes off the Holy Dragon.
"- Saint Dragon says." Grace and Toma are lying. Natalie is telling the truth. "
"What!?
The clerics raised their voices of consternation. The Holy Dragon also rounds the eye of the cleaver as a surprise.
Liz didn't mind continuing.
"'I was in the fruit and watched everything. Natalie was deceived by the two of them. Sure,' he says."
Blue cleric Toma. The candidates also started making noise face-to-face.
"Is it true? Grace and the others deceived Natalie about the Cleric Chief's name?
"Master Toma must be the cleric who brought Natalie, right?... but if it's true, Natalie even has such a terrible burn. I can't forgive you."
The moment the cleric Lloyd, standing with his arm around him next to him, looked at Liz and laughed small, Grace glared at him with a burning face of anger.
"Don't be ridiculous! That's a lie!
"I'm not lying. The voice of the Holy Dragon poured into my head. Directly."
"That's not possible!
"I'm strange, too. But it's what the dragon does."
Step back, Grace, as upset as you are. Lloyd did.
"We didn't even deal with the magic of the clergy. Saint Dragon would be as easy as talking directly into Liz's brain. Whatever it is, it is a holy dragon born of holy fruit."
When he nodded again and again like the most, the candidates began to bother.
"Right. Because it's a holy dragon. I saw the white flames earlier, they have such amazing magic. There's nothing like talking directly into Liz's head."
"Then Grace really..."
The candidates looked at each other.
Grace grinned like she was in a hurry when she felt the atmosphere of the place was being flushed by Liz.
"Wait a minute, please. I guess that's just what Liz says. No one else could hear the Holy Dragon. I heard from the lords of Liz's hometown village that Liz hated the nobles for a long time. That's why you feel so cold and hostile to me all the time."
Drop shoulders softly.
When did you find out about the time you lived in the village? and in front of surprised Liz, the candidates bothered.
"Speaking of which, I'm going to take an attitude that doesn't look like Liz either. You're because I'm a quasi nobleman's maid!
"I'm not a nobleman, but Liz doesn't like me either."
"Or not against anyone? I have no love."
I say whatever I want.
But in Grace's words, the credibility of what the Holy Dragon had said became obnoxious. "Liz" and Lloyd whispered to me as Liz stared at me. He rarely looks serious.
"What is it?
"Is it true what Grace said about Natalie?
"It's true. 'Cause I saw it in" Survey "."
"Right. - Absolutely, when the Chief Cleric is away. No, that's why you targeted tonight.... you should run. That fruit from Grace, it sucks."
From beside what Lloyd said, a pimple and crack entered the red fruit surface of the cobbler.
"I wonder what will come out? Holy Beast, or Fairy?
Grace smiles happily as she looks completely unsuspecting.
But at no point does anything emerge from the fruit with cracks in the horizontal straight line. Cleric Toma approached him and glanced inside from the crack to give him a surprise.
"It's a tease. There's nothing in the fruit!
"What's this all about?
As soon as Grace glanced at her face like she was about to fall, the crack in the side pulled right and left just like the creature's mouth.
It was as if the fruit itself had willed, found its prey and laughed niggardly.
Toma, who was peeking, is sucked out of his head. It's like they ate Pacri. Toma, swallowed up all the way around his shoulder, is desperate to get out.
"What!? What's going on! Help -!"
The grunting screams were ruthlessly interrupted along the way. Because Toma's body has disappeared completely into the fruit.
"Ahhh!!"
"The clergyman has eaten us! Cannibal fruit!
The candidates scream hard and run towards the door in unison.
Liz's body has hardened to much of a sight. I don't think it's very real.
Actually, it was smaller than Liz's face at first, but now that I swallowed Toma, it was a big fumble. The surface is sticking out a bunch of bumps, and that makes it even more creepy.
The fruit of such a cannibalism looked at me. Even though I had no eyes, I did feel like I had seen this one, and I had goosebumps and goosebumps.
But it was Grace the fruit was staring at. Nitali, and the moment the crack in the center of the fruit seemed to laugh again, a luxurious bowl with its roots buried made a noise and cracked.
The white roots, where the soil was tangled by the way, stepped on the floor as if it were a leg and came all the way to Grace to do a tongue nodding.
"Don't come, don't come!
Grace, who turned bright blue, flicked her trembling body and escaped.
The "holy fruit" that Grace raised and was so proud of ended up being just a "monster".
Grace's left arm, screaming and trying to escape, is swallowed with pakun as she catches up.
"No! Oh! Help me, help me..."
The scream rang in the hall.