It's morning.
Is it because I went into the city? The two of them are dressed slightly less dressed this morning than in a traveling outfit.
"Mr. Hiro!... Yes, Hiro didn't have a proper change of clothes!
"You forgot. Well, there's no other way.
"All over the city, are you that loud? Sounds like a lot of cancer to me.
It soon proved that the question was off-target.
A messenger from Uncle Gummel visited the Inn.
"Again, you were right not to make it a church. I don't want to make a scene.
"When Kwon Mun is involved..." Thousand Mornings, there, had chosen the word. "Well, you'll be sure to make a scene." Consideration for Philia, belonging to the Congregation of the Holy God.
"You mean you expected it?
"Weren't you on the wrong road the other day?
"We saw each other again as we approached the city, which means we're back on the report, right?
The two of them look at the envoy's entourage.
I guess the entourage is in that position: intelligence agents, synovies and grass. Are you saying that you have also come to the scene to confirm? I heard you were safe, but some parts of this world seem surprisingly cynical.
"Didn't you dare show me at the waist? Be a little more attentive to your surroundings.
Thousands of mornings, shivering faces.
"Spiritually, that's the same sign, isn't it? What's going on with Mr. Hiro's psychic powers??
Philia seems strange.
"Grass" is a bitter laugh.
Nevertheless......
"I know you predict that information will go up to Lord Gummel's uncle. But from there, you were expecting my uncle to meet me?
"Yeah, well...
"Is Lord Hiro dull or sharp? It's really unbalanced.
Exchange such conversations while being guided.
Pass through the same defensive facilities as yesterday, through several layers again.
One by one may not be a bee. Still, if we overlap this much, I wonder if it's more than enough defense.
Uncle Gummel's government says it's on the south side of the city of Horse City.
I guess that's what happens from the history of the city's development, from a defensive point of view, and considering its relationship with the economic city of Caden.
The further south you go, the better you can see the "gala" in the city.
I see a small high hill. On the hill, there is a stone building. Is that the castle? Is he on his way there?
Philia told me how manicured she was walking with a blurry view.
"That building, whose name is Castle, is for an official event. You should usually be on duty at the foot of the hill.
"It would also be 'The Last Fort'. Castle to earn your last moments after being hunted down. She looks clean.
It's called an earlier story about "grass," it's called a view of the formation and creation of a city or castle, and it's called the attitude of the two of us since we met in the first place...
In this world, in the kingdom, "those with psychic powers" have "what is required".
Again, clarity, reminded.
At the foot of the hill, with the "castle" on his back, the government showed itself.
Is this the kind of thing that I like to play with?
Not gorgeous, but not crude. Functionality combines decoration. Makes you feel impatient and elegant.
"You look good.
"Precisely literate, isn't it?
They both seem to share the same sentiment.
Both the messenger and the grass are proud because of their minds.
Within the government, too, it was as interesting as expected.
Honestly, I don't know much about the interior, but I just know that it's not a luxury, it's not a blur.
Military and thinkers, civilian and thinkers. They all say, "It feels like it should be."
"You're getting nervous instead.
So crushing, Philia chuckled, knowing what it meant.
"It's okay.
"Have we met?
"Yeah, because school students are supposed to say hello before their internships.
"He was a fine man.
When it comes to groups, a child looks directly at the Count??
Isn't school just a school?
"I'll see you later for a detailed explanation. However, it is certain that it is one independent force, distinct from both secular and religious forces. It's small though.
Before you look at it, naturally, I'll take care of it. "Kabubu" and "leave your luggage behind."
What kind of treatment is the spirit you're bringing? The hell is a dog and I don't know...
Lost, the envoy went into the confirmation process.
You belong to the Congregation of the Sacred Divine Church, Sister Filia, right?
You belong to the Innocence Club, you're a traitor, aren't you?
What should I call you?
Two people saw this one.
Last night's argument, is this it?
They already know you're a Necromancer.
But it's up to me to decide what to do with my name.
Whether or not you call yourself a follower of Philia, that is to say, subordinate to the Congregation of the Holy God.
I inhaled heavily and told him.
"I'm a Necromancer. I beg your pardon for keeping the spirits in service in this room.
The first official proclamation in this world.
I live as a necromancer.
The messenger smiled calmly.
"Accepted. As for the Spirit, I will. Well, please wait.
"Philia, I'm sorry. I've had a lot of help so far, but at least now, I can't belong to the Holy Divine Church. I need to know what a Necromancer is.
"Don't get sick. Incoming without knowing the doctrine is also a strange story. At the moment, there's a shield behind the school, so you'll be fine.
The Count is here to see you. Come on.
That's what the returning messenger told me.