Senpensekai no Madoushoshi

As a cleric, Mr. Rosé will be awarded a new position.

Technically, it has already been given, but it is said that today's official ceremony was prepared as a venue for an external announcement.

When I entered the church, I was the only one who was put through to the cathedral and adjacent rooms.

It is situated on the middle and second floors, where priests and sisters wait during prayer, and can come and go by stairs stretched to the centre of the altar.

"Oh, you're late."

When I got to the room, Laplice waved at me. She was supposed to be the angel of the goddess, so she had a space set aside next to the chair I was sitting in.

Now even if I make Unigurumi look like a sofa there, it will burn and I am eating sweets.

If that relaxation were to be expressed in a word, the word 'home' would be most appropriate, as Toslin snapped when he glanced inside just a little.

Next to Laplice is Mr. Linesflare, combing her green hair for you.

In the immediate vicinity there were also Mippo and Moppo, imitating their sister, Mr. Rhinesflair, or combing each other's dark hair with a pair of tweezers.

Feniko stays on the corner of Unigurumi, singing songs at will. The sight felt really friendly and very soothing to watch.

"Don't be too much to eat and fly or something, right? There's going to be an important ceremony for Mr. Rosé."

Yeah, yeah. Phoenix injured in the fight against Sands Wands, but the next morning she was ringing Piyo Piyo under my pillow as Kellogg.

Apparently, she's almost formed by magic, and the injury will be fully healed in about one night as long as there's a supply of magic from me.

"I know. But, you know, when it does, it does. So you can ride it over your head."

I wonder if Mr. Linesflare would be happy to touch Laplice's hair, have fun, or both. When I finished combing it with a shovel, I started tying it this time. Do you only have the eldest daughter of the Gnome sisters and like to bake care for them for what they deserve?

"Already... I've told you many times that my head isn't Laplice's bed... so here we go"

What separates the room from the cathedral is a thick curtain, not a door.

So the sound in the cathedral is so far lost.

"Was it the high priest who makes Rosé?

"I think so."

From the cathedral, I hear a psalm.

of harsh tones. It is an art played by more than a hundred sisters.

Even though I didn't think you behaved well, I peered into the diocese through a gap in the curtain.

"Wow, wow...... It's full of people..."

Sometimes the cathedral is a place of refuge in emergencies, and it is comparable in size to the halls of the castle. In fact, at the time of the Sands Ones raid earlier, they said more than thousands of people fled here.

Now there are people in the diocese, such as nobles and priests, who at first sight know what they are.

Rosé's walking right in the middle.

"... hey, don't stand there"

When I looked down because I heard a voice at my feet, there was a uniguru there. And I'm making sure Laplice sticks to its neck, peeking across the curtain.

Mippo and Moppo also looked up at me and raised the tablet.

"Full of one."

What are you doing?

Short lines of letters disappear on the tablet.

Shortly after I re-edited their existence as a book of magic and called them in, I had two voices in my ear.

But now he can't put it on his voice and he's back to brushing like he did when we first met.

'It's an important ritual. You're both quiet, aren't you?

But it seems that only Mr. Rhinesflair can talk, and that's how he explained it to both of us in the face of his sister.

"Ha ha."

"('" *):

Norm's sisters wonder if this is the normal condition, as usually unicorns are stuffed and Phoenix is a little bird.

I was so convinced that I turned my gaze to Mr. Rosé again.

Mr. Rosé comes in his usual armor, is it for etiquette, or weaves a pure white cape. Every time I walked, that cloak swayed, and I thought it was like... a bridesmaid costume.

Whoever holds that Mr. Rosé's hand and escorts... is not here now.

She walks alone, straight, in the midst of a hymn, toward the altar with majesty.

"Believers, Rosalis Coolbacor"

It is the Archbishop, Mariarone, who heads this church and binds all the churches on this continent, who welcomes Mr. Rosé to the end of the red carpet.

Dear Marie, with her abundant blue hair, puts together a robe with embroidery of the Holy Flower in seven colors, which she can say to Rosé on the other side of the altar.

"You defended people from dragon threats in the village of Lelton, and you bravely fought and defeated them in the resurrection of the late Sands Ones."

Mr. Rosé kneels down and quietly listens to Master Marie. Come.

"The accomplishment is immense, and it is where everything on this occasion acknowledges that tens of millions of lives would have been saved by that brave action. If you..."

Dear Marie cut the words once and put her hands up. And with a good sounding voice, I will continue.

"Tonight… I give you a new place in my authority as Archbishop for your accomplishments"

"Thank you, I'm happy."

When Mr. Rosé said so with his face down, the two sisters held a large pot and walked in from both sides of the altar.

And into the cup of silver placed between Mr. Rosé and the altar, the contents of that pot… pour holy water.

(Oh, what's this...)

As soon as I saw it, I understood what was about to begin. No, not just me, but everyone in this room should have been.

Baptism ritual.

It was originally a means to thank and pray daily to the goddess and to make a report.

But it is now being used to show a man the way, and also to help him.

The holy water in the silver cup is quiet, reflecting orange light full of cathedrals without ripples.

"Be a watcher of the world, ruler of reason. You are my servant, Mariarone Escriva. Let the new power come into your hands, and the brave."

When Marie proclaimed her celebration, the holy water filled with silver cups began to shine white and pale.

"Rosalis Coolbacor. Solemnly... hands on the water mirror."

"Yes."

Mr. Rosé stood up and raised his hand to the silver cup placed on the pedestal. And quietly, immerse.

Holy water multiply the ripples as all those gathered sip and watch. But gradually it returned to a flat surface, when it became a complete water mirror.

The light... colours a little bit.