Survival in Another World With My Master

Hey, it's Koske. I managed to get out of bed and add something to my routine. So please, Sister, just don't sit back and watch me add something.

"Don't worry, it's my job too."

It would be nice if you could show me a smile and a gentle smile, but I want you to give me a break, because my spirit is mainly shredded! Even if you insist, where does Sister blow? Never throw your own blame. Very good.

Meals are like heavy water with a slight saltiness and fruit frizz down. I can't stand my stomach.

"My stomach and soul are dying through the weakness of the house....."

"No, thank you."

Thank you for letting me out, and I care about my body. I'm sorry I can't stand it, but I can't complain.

Moreover, it seems true that the organs are dying, and most of the water coming out of the bottom is like water. When she was unconscious, she drank a lot of water to avoid dying of dehydration symptoms. I really think I'm going down.

Well, it was like that after the Virgin left the room.

"Come on, tell me."

"Fast, isn't it?

I don't think it's been two hours since I felt it, but the Virgin has returned. And just like the other day, she sat in the chair by the bed and stared at me. I didn't have time to think about it.

"Well, the Virgin thought I was a god or an apostle because I was shining."

"Shiny... well, that's right."

I didn't seem to like how Shining described this story, but in the end, the Virgin nodded to my words.

"It's just a coincidence, a little unusual, isn't it?

"Impossible. Look, the mystery and shine that people wrap around is about between copper and silver in monetary terms. Only a very limited number of people wear gold coins."

The Virgin starts talking to me with her faceless index finger.

"How about a comparison with money?"

"It's easy to understand, right? But your glow is like white gold. Digits are different from others. I'm at the same level as this noble Virgin."

"Should I be glad to be told that I'm white gold, or should I drag myself out to you who cowardly say that I'm white gold..."

"It's only natural that I am a white gold coin chosen and loved by God."

Even though it's faceless, it looks like it's a big face. Fushigi!

"So, the glow can only be seen by the Virgin?

"Yes, I'm the only one who can see."

"Then you must have seen something wrong. It's an illusion. You're tired, Madonna."

"That's what I thought. So I brought this."

That's how the Virgin took something like an old crown from somewhere. The crown is not the image that the king is wearing, but rather it is close to the one worn by the national RPG "Yusha". I wonder if it's a circular.

It was made of gold metal without brass, and a stone about the size of a white cloudy thumb was fitted on the forehead. If the stone was red, it would've been almost there!

"Let me, Virgin? That's....."

"Yes, it's a shiny crown. I'm getting tired of the white pig taking care of me."

"Virgin!?

Sisters with and in rooms raise their voices closer to screaming. Apparently, as far as their reaction is concerned, it is a kind of festival equipment that should not be touched or taken out by accident.

"This is a sacred relic that turns the wearer's glow into visible light. Like this."

"Uh-oh, dazzling!?

When the Virgin covered her crown, the stone on her forehead glowed violently and burned my eyes. My eyes, my eyes!

"Isn't it dazzling? But when I wear it, it's too dazzling and inconvenient for lighting."

"Light it up."

Well, let's put it on Amarier.

"Hih!? Oh, forgive me!

"It's okay, your shine is from big silver to gold."

The Virgin said so mercilessly, causing her face to convulse, and mercilessly wearing a crown over the head of a Sister in a room asking for forgiveness.

"It's a little dazzling, but it feels moderate. Perfect for lighting."

"Oh, God...."

Sister with room called Amarier starts praying with her eyes closed and trembling so that she doesn't see her light.

"Virgin, why is Sister so scared?

"For people who can't see the light, their faith is' visible ', and this crown seems scary."

"Stop it...."

"That's right. I'm sorry, Amarier."

"Ah, no... this is also God's will."

Did you see the crown was removed? Amarier opened her fearful eyes and exhaled a deep sigh.

"That's why wearing this on you can prove that you're wearing an incredible glow."

"No, it's just a coincidence.

"I have a long track record and trust. Don't worry, it can't happen. Berta, Amarier, hold him down."

On the instructions of the Virgin, Sister and Amarier, who were at the door, approached my bed, hugged me on both arms and held me tight. Oh, it feels so soft... That's not it.

"Um, I'm a little troubled. Please let me go."

"I'm sorry."

"I don't want to be wearing that either...."

"Conceptualize."

"Customer, customer!! Oh no!! Ahh!!! Customer!! I'm sorry!!

I twisted my body and tried to escape, but I couldn't shake the thin Sisters because of the poison.

And the moment the crown was placed on my head by the hand of the Virgin, the white light smashed the room. Everything is white. So dazzling. I can't see anything.

"More than I imagined."

The crown was removed from her head and the Virgin murmured her red eyes. You're starting to cry a little bit because you've probably looked at it in the blink of an eye.

"So there is no longer a line that I saw wrong. It's time to call me Guerro."

Say something, Virgin.

"Clarify the truth under the light."

Watch out for Bertha and the Virgin will say it again. Hmm, what's the matter?

Let's think calmly. Does it taste bad if they find out? It depends on the taste.

I didn't know what to do if I admitted that I was a messenger of God, that is, a rare person. No, I don't think it's a bad idea, but it could be taken to the Holy King's Landing under strict protection.

I don't think it's impossible to get out of here with my abilities, but I'm sure I'll be even more late to get back to Sylvie and the others. Escape and get caught will not kill you that way, but it will definitely be harder to escape.

But on the other hand, deception is a very difficult situation. No one knows how this relic works, but the problem is that everyone, including the Virgin, strongly believes in the power of this crown. It's a situation we can't escape.

"I have a few questions."

"Let's hear it."

"Suppose I were like the Virgin, what would I do?

"That's right. You don't seem to have much faith, so let's start by knocking it down. Other than bedtime, it is the days of scripture memorization and writing, prayer and refinement."

"You're kidding, right?

"That's a lie."

"Hey."

Unexpectedly penetrates into the Virgin who speaks plainly of lying without expression.

"First of all, from my side and escort. You will marry me slowly and have a child."

"... you're kidding, right?

"True."

"You're kidding, right?

"True."

"You're kidding, right?

"True."

Ugh

"Ho."

"Please have a normal conversation with both of you."

Amarier stuck me in there and shut up a little bit. I couldn't help but keep quiet, so I decided to cut it out of me this time.

"I have a decision to make."

"I don't mind. If only you and I could be children."

The Virgin was told so plainly. No, no, no, no.

"Not good, not good. I mean, why is that?"

"There was a consecration."

"Divine"

"Yes, it's a myth. The night before I left the Holy King's Land. I will confront death on my way. But beyond that, we meet destiny. God said," Stay close to your destiny. "

And in the kingdom of Merinard on Oracle Street, he found me glowing, and the thugs tried to kill me, and I saved it and managed to take my life that was dying... that is, confronted with death. With this, it's hard to think that I'm not going to do it with destiny. I would if I were her.

Or is it just convenience? I don't know what to do because it's God's business, but how do I handle this situation?

Perhaps it is the black forest where the subordinates were brought into this world by God and other things like that. So I met Sylphie, I met Isla, and I met Harpy and the others. And he fought with the subordinates against the army of the Holy King, betrayed by the Cubs, and met the Virgin.

The Virgin says it's fate to meet me. That's what God said.

If I'm the one who's destined for the Virgin, why was I thrown into the Black Forest? Shouldn't I have been thrown out to the Virgin from the beginning? It seems like something is shining, and if you gave me a god and tried to meet me, I would have stuck with the Virgin from the beginning.

Without meeting Sylvie and Isla.

My spine trembled somehow. If I had been thrown into the Holy King's Land from the beginning, what would have happened to me? He may have joined the Holy King's Army and killed Sylvie and the others. I felt nauseous when I thought about it.

"What's wrong? You look pale."

"No...."

"... that wasn't what I was talking about when my mind and body were weak. I'm sorry, I was in such a hurry."

The Virgin lowered her head deeply and apologized. I panicked at the boulder when I saw it.

"No, if I were the Virgin, I would carry things more forcefully. I just want to think about a few things. Can you come talk to me again?

"... is that good?

"It's my dialog. Can I ask you a favor?

"Of course."

"Thank you. I'm a little interested in God, too... I'd like to talk to you."

"Then I'll be a good counselor."

The Virgin breaks her expression and laughs naturally. To be honest, I fell in love.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow. Summarise your thoughts. If you need anything, you can call Amarier."

"Okay. Thank you, Madonna."

Eleonora.

Eleonora

"Yes, it's my name. Ellen is fine."

"Ellen... Ellen. Okay, thank you, Ellen."

"You're welcome."

Again smiling, the Virgin Ellen left the room with Berta. I drop it off and throw the torso I was waking up into bed.

I'm going to go to bed.

"Yes, good night. Rest assured, God and I are watching."

"Thank you...."

God, God. Whatever you're thinking... tell me what to do. Not at all.

Damn it, it would've been a little dangerous to run home. Can I fight the Holy King in the future? Can we make a weapon to kill the people of the Holy King? When I started thinking about such things, I got nauseous even though I was sleeping. No more, let's go to bed. Don't think about it. In times like these, the more you think, the more you fall into trouble.

I let go of my consciousness with that conclusion.