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As Sigel and Philomena expected, Bemund accepted the two proposals to issue permission to hold the ceremony at a venue in Arksand.

However, there was only one condition, and when it came to performing the ceremony, the staff was to use those prepared by the school side.

Bemundt - rather than the school side - is trying to make a track record in this case to make sure the ceremony is open only to those in Arksand when they receive similar stories in the future.

Sigel and Philomena, who had not decided at all what to do with the contents of the ceremony, accepted that condition with the exception of one, fortunately for all this.

One of the exclusions is that clerics when taking an oath want it to be a marina.

Bemund, who naturally knows about the brave members, was immediately accepting the terms.

I was rather surprised at the extent to which it was okay.

Anyway, the venue issue of holding the Filomena ceremony was settled safely.

The two women who were with Bemund were in to discuss the ceremony.

Fortunately for this, Philomena began to talk specifically with those two.

In doing so, Philomena was to laugh bitterly when those two women told her, "Really, you didn't decide anything at all".

In the first place, Philomena barely had a spare knowledge because she'd never been to anyone's wedding before.

Sigel couldn't even say anything about people about it, so he listened in silence.

And Bemund waited as he tried to move on to more specific stories such as sunshine.

"You can do more than that later, and now can we talk about something else?

"" Another matter?

Bemund continued with a bitter smile at Sigel and Philomena, who leaned their necks at the same time as something would have happened.

"It means you two are going to be trainees in school."

To Bemund's words, Sigel and Philomena nodded back again wondering if it was also there.

Having confirmed that, Bemund went on to look just a little sorry.

"I'm sorry, but I have plans after this and I want to talk to you first."

"No, I don't mind that. The ceremony isn't a matter of time."

"Thank you," Bemund bowed her head when Philomena said so and gave her consent.

Sometimes Sigel was the first one I suggested when it came to trainees, followed by asking Bemund about Sigel.

"So was it a problem? You know, the paper didn't meet the requirements..."

To Sigel's words, Bemund shook his head left and right in a panic.

"No! Not at all! The paper itself had reached a sufficient pass line.... Maybe we should say that it was too much."

When Bemund said so, Sigel and Philomena smiled bitterly after they looked at each other.

I submitted something somewhat advanced because I didn't know what level the graduate students at the school would be required to take, but I found that to be too much.

Nevertheless, I'm not going to ask you to return what you put out once, and I'm not going to stop you from enrolling as a graduate student.

"Can't you be a graduate student that you were reaching too much?

"I don't have that, but there seems to be a lot of invitations from other research institutes etc..."

"Oh, is that what you mean? If that's the case, say no. We want to be graduate students at school, not some kind of fellow."

Even if it fits into the lab of some organization, it is likely that Sigel's original purpose will not be achieved.

Besides, I'd rather walk around a school that brings people of all ages and disciplines together than in a limited world called a lab.

Bemnt has turned his gaze to Sigel, who has returned the answer lightly, to confirm.

"Are you sure that's okay? No, it's a pleasure to be in school."

In the phase of reviewing the papers written by Sigel and Filomena, the school director had actually asked for confirmation for several research institutes.

The answer was definitely to come to us as a researcher.

Those research institutes are just the kind of elites that would be super attached if they could get in, where they are doing top-notch research in their respective fields.

Sigel nodded back clearly to Bemund, who, as always, was turning a probing gaze.

"Yeah, I don't mind. Because what we want to be is a graduate student at school, not a fellow at some organization."

Bemund, who confirmed that Filomena snorted clearly to match Sigel's words, gave him a soothing look somewhere.

"Really? If that's what you mean, we'll proceed with the enrollment process...... would you like them sometime?

"I don't know when the school will be able to enroll in the first place?

"Ooh. This has been rude. Unlike regular admissions, postgraduates are always available as long as they are recognized by the school. Which means it's up to you two."

"I see. Then I guess that means after the wedding"

In Siegel's reply, Bemund nodded with a convincing look.

"Surely that sounds better. - I get it. I have some paperwork to write about, but I'll go through the process here for anything else."

"Regards"

To Bemund's words Sigel nodded as he returned them.

After finishing his story about the graduate student, Bemund put in a word of no before leaving the room.

Bemund didn't have to be here after the wedding.

Each of the two remaining female reps is an expert in socializing and costuming, and they don't need a school director to go into the details.

Then, about thirty minutes after he began to give details about the ceremony, Siegel realized that there was a fuzz and turned his gaze to a space where there should be nothing.

"What's up? Is something wrong?

Philomena noticed how she was looking at Sigel, and she narrowed her eyes slightly.

"No, it's not like there's anything dangerous... well, okay"

Sigel turned her gaze to the two female reps and nodded small after she had a contemplative look.

Sigel then said, before Philomena asked further, towards a space where nothing should be.

"Granome, you can come out."

When Sigel called out that way, a large tortoise in the palm of his hand appeared in the air with a poffy, tiny noise.

"Foffofo. Was it a little bad timing?

"No, I think I'll be fine."

To Granome's words, Sigel replied so as he shook his head left and right.

The Granome is now almost out of the pressure it feels from the Great Spirit as it increases in size.

The worse you do, the smaller the force seems to be than Nora, who is currently arriving at the escort.

That is why Siegel decided that it was no problem to call on this occasion.

There was just one thing Siegel cared about.

"More than that, you can finally get out there."

Granome was looking for a way to get out without coming out of the back of the Necrogantz Grand Cave because of its giant.

Sigel had suggested one way of doing this, but that seems to have worked beautifully.

That was Sigel's word for thinking about it, but Granome shook his head, which was considerably smaller than the main body as he approached while floating fluffy.

"Unfortunately, it can be right and wrong."

"What do you mean?

"Now we can only go out beside the contractor. Still, I'm only able to come out, like, half a step forward."

"I see," Sigel nodded to Granome's explanation.

The magic that Granome is using right now doesn't mean he's free to go wherever he wants because he's using Sigel as a signpost.

I add that if the contractor, Sigel, is gone, it will no longer be available, so it is a subtle departure from the original hope of Granome.

Still, the primary goal of going outside could be achieved, so this is how we've shown ourselves.

Looking at Sigel nodding, Granome said with a further glance towards Philomena.

"I'm sorry I broke your hip. Should we move on now?

Philomena, who was just a little surprised because Granome bothered to take care of her, proceeded to speak with the reps again.

Subsequently, there was an unexpected development that Granome would show up, but Sigel and Philomena, who talked about the wedding in good order, decided to go back to the Amateras, to the rough end.