I say arrogantly, to that appearance of the "cleric"...
There was no majesty at all.
I don't care what you think, because it only looked like elementary school.
Two look younger, even from me now, when I'm 13 years old on the outside.
It is rather here that we do not intend to take the back.
... but instead the gap seemed like a funny thing and the rebellion I felt squished away at once.
"Yes, yes, I understand.
I got my spare time back. I went on.
"Then, publicly speaking, I'm still a cleric's squire. As Ben, it's better to hear from Tom than to be a Necromancer.
I don't know when I'll be able to return to the original world, but the cleric's squire means I got the identity to live here for now. Lucky.
The cleric has a sinister face. Will it be regrettable that they took the initiative?
"The Necromancer is still a Necromancer when it comes to formation. Evil Wisdom turns..." or something that doesn't make sense.
While that was happening, the stirring outside was getting bigger again.
There was a priest in this village, but he died a while ago.
Until her successor came, she was sent quickly as a connection.
So, someone asked the priest to gather outside Mr. Ben's house.
"I'm at work, so be quiet.
That's what I said, she kicked me out of the room. Ben's room is the temporary office room, and Ben is the secretary.
"In the meantime, then, I'll help you with Tom.," with permission.
I'm finally settling down, calling Grandpa Tom.
"I'm sorry, I'm seeing things and I can seem to have a conversation, so when I tried to get you to help me, it was a big deal.
"Fair enough. What's the favor?