The Struggle of Returning to The Other World

The journey after that went well.

Well, I guess if an intruder like me hadn't even shown up, it couldn't have gone well in the first place.

Arriving at short notice, Kalomt was a town that felt somewhere gloomy, surrounded by dull coloured walls and sunken coloured cobblestones similar to lead.

Even so, it doesn't mean there was anything special, that's what this place was originally about. This air has the same dimensions as when I came here before. I kind of miss it and settle down for some reason. I said it's gloomy, but there's something like inclusiveness in this town that calms me down with wonder.

That's why I liked this town.

The line went to church first when we got to town.

The city's church, with its tall watchtower, can be seen at a glance from afar. I was shaken by a carriage and watched blurred as the spire peeking through the window approached me.

When he finally came to the knees of the church, the place became hasty.

The people of the Church are moving around straw to welcome the witch. Of course all the guards and caretakers in the line are just as busy. Only I was strictly told not to take extra action, so as you ordered, I just stood at a moderate end that wouldn't get in the way after I got off the carriage.

I'll look up at the impending church.

It seems that countless walruses crawling through dull stone walls have been left intact for years. I thought it was kind of like horror that only the window was poking open.

"Welcome, Master Ardina"

The bishop, who would be the greatest in the Church of Karomt, welcomed Master Ardina with his hands wide open. Speaking of Ardina, she gently steps down the carriage with Noel's hand and responds to the Church's hospitality with a radiant smile. That's all, the color of the sunken town is gorgeous at once. Wow, that's Master Ardina.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for welcoming us in this way during your busy time"

A sigh of sigh leaked from around the howl at the beauty of Master Ardina, who softly laid down his eyes and expressed his gratitude. I am totally fascinated by her and the facades of the church just stand on the spot. Noel, who had refrained next to Master Ardina, moved to put his thirst in them like that.

"Master Ardina is tired from a long journey. But first, we stopped by with Ardina's strong desire to pray to God in this church. Can I show you inside?

"And I beg your pardon. It's something you don't even wish for. Come on, come here."

Guided by the bishops, who seem to have regained their minds, Dear Ardina, a line entered the church.

I thought I might be told to leave a message outside, but he decided it might be more troublesome to leave me alone later, and he was allowed to go inside with everyone.

Within the church, which had set foot for a long time, it was still filled with the same harsh air as before.

Master Ardina's pilgrimage seemed to have been notified in advance and he cannot see the general worshipper. In an unpopular (one-sided) church, I secretly leaked my breath as I looked up at the high, cancerous ceiling.

Although the church of the royal palace was decorated with gorgeous ceiling paintings and the like, this one is, by the way, qualitative. Speaking of qualities, the sophistication and delicacy of the sculptures engraved in stone are enough to wrap around the tongue, but the use of colours and the like even pierce the plain.

When I opened my mouth and fell in love with the building of the church, I was one step behind everyone. I took on the sleaze and the rear end of the line as Mr. Elliot poked me in the arm a few times, apparently I didn't see him.

At first glance, it is a very ordinary church.

'Sanctuary' is not open to the public.

In the case of this church, the 'sanctuary' should have been provided just behind the altar on the table. That is, a kettle representing the hand of God and a stream of water representing the 'pulse'. The set is unknowingly sacrificed.

When I was a witch before, I was overwhelmed by the momentum of a tremendous' temperament 'at the time I stepped into this church. That's the holy flow approaching me, as the waves push over - like if you give yourself up in it, everything will get better. In a sense, this' sanctuary 'may be described as a place where drug horrors are also combined.

Now, in the midst of such a 'sanctuary' approaching the present, I was now turning into just a tourist, as if I had nowhere to feel.

Completely, it is an ordinary church. On the other side of the elegant but strict altar, it is no longer believed that the 'sanctuary' is sitting (). - I don't feel anything.

Now I was really just a little girl.

Master Ardina says he has been unable to detect disturbances in the 'temperatures' since about the witch's throne.

Same goes for me now. If only there was still a shard of divine power in me, and still I could point you to the 'chi' disturbance, but it doesn't. I knew I was no longer just a high school girl. In this line of witch pilgrimages, it is only complete luggage.

"Please proceed this way. … Please excuse me, can you wait here?"

The bishop apologized for turning us down. It was to Lady Ardina, Noel, Mr. Rayburn and his auxiliary clerics, and Mr. Sotini, who proceeded to the back of a church with a 'sanctuary'.

As I was told, we sat on each of the chairs in front of us.

For one thing, it won't be that long because today I'm not fed up with 'temperament', but simply seems to offer prayers in the sense of greeting God.

A line of witch pilgrimages kept no one's mouth open while they waited.

Usually they all seem to be quite friendly (if not against me), but no one seems to bring a public discourse to all this time. Exactly, don't you feel like flowering into chatter within a church with a 'sanctuary'?

In a shorter time than I thought, the Ardinas came back.

He didn't have any special problems because he and the bishop are bickering and so on.

but if you return the back, it doesn't seem to mean you felt a disturbance in the 'temperatures' either.

We, like when we came, were now dropped off by the bishops to leave the Church behind.

"Now it's time for you to come."

At dinner, Mr. Quinn spoke to me that way as he carried the soup to his mouth.

This is an inn cafeteria to be looked after in the city of Kalomto.

Just like the lodging we stayed in until yesterday, it's a beautiful but not so big accommodation.

Apparently there was also a connection to the church, which was a fairly rustic inn with limp stone walls. Of course, the room reserved for witches is a little more glamorously tailored. That was experienced in the past when I stopped by this inn as a witch.

Until yesterday, the dining room was also provided with a separate place for the men of the guard and the women of the caretaker, in the form of a single room. I was just tearing the bread off at the edge and carrying it to my mouth, as usual, erasing my presence.

Mr. Quinn is hanging out with me like that and sitting at the table at the edge of the room.

"Coming, you say?

Tilting her neck across the street, Mr. Quinn shrugged his shoulder.

"So that's it. I want to make it right. I hope it's here."

Oh, I see, you mean the 'tempo' disturbance.

Finally the point went, I nodded, yes.

I avoid speaking directly, Mr. Quinn, but I don't even seem to be so blind to people, so I was wondering if everyone on this scene knew what was going on this time.

"Starting tomorrow, will Master Ardina be told by the church as soon as possible?

"I guess so. If we can deal with this right away, it shouldn't take all day."

Mr. Quinn groans like that with a difficult face. From the look on his face, he saw that it was subtle whether he could handle it well.

"Even Master Ardina is a normal person. It would be just too harsh to expect too much."

When did Mr. Elliot come to us and sit down next to me? I hope the person didn't understand that I felt a little drawn. I don't seem to like Mr. Elliot very much.

"Well, maybe it is, but, you know, you shouldn't expect it, right? This is all Ardina can handle."

Mr. Quinn replied to Mr. Elliott without loosening any of his obtuse expressions - rather, making them tougher.

"There's nothing I can do, is there? Maybe you're right..."

"What's with all that attitude?"

Whoa, Mr. Quinn and Mr. Elliot, maybe we're not very close.

"You mean you have doubts about the direction of remaining reliant on Master Ardina, Elliot?"

What accidentally cracked in was the voice of a wild, low, deafening man.

Looking back, kid, a man with a head and muscle disappointment had just thrown meat into his mouth wildly. This guy says Mr. Gunne, and he's in a position like a summariser for this guard. By the way, it is definitely Senna's type of preference.

"What a terrible story to leave the country on such poor shoulders. If Aldina's not doing so well, someone else has to support her."

"If you want to support me, there's Noel."

Mr. Quinn argues while pointing his mouth.

"Master Noel is the support of Master Ardina's heart. That's why I'm sure Aldina can do her best."

"Sure, but that guy is amazing. That's what happened when I was a witch before."

To Mr. Elliot's whining, I felt the beat wave loudly at first.

"I'm telling you that it was only with the support of Master Noel that the former witch, who could hardly tame this world, was able to take full responsibility. Even Master Ardina would have escaped without him now."

"I can't believe you were running away."

Until then, Natalie, one of the caregivers of Master Ardina, who kept quiet and watched what happened, had eaten for Elliot.

"Master Ardina is a very strong man. It is another matter apart from Noel's help that Ardina is working as a witch. What is it? The kind of saying that you can't do anything alone!

"No, that's not what I meant..."

It's getting kind of cloudy, but it's getting suspicious.

"What do you think? Rumor has it that you're bright to the public.

Another guard, Mr. Sizzle, suddenly shook the subject at me.

- What, yeah, me!?

"Uh, no, um..."

Out of sorts, I clouded my words.

"Well, Master Ardina, I think he's a great guy, yes."

... Even elementary school sentiments must see a little more extensive vocabulary.

"Awesome?

Mr. Sizzle has still forced me to give his opinion.

Why are you eating up on this occasion now if you've barely talked to him so far!

"Uh."

I minded and put my head around trying to change the feelings in me into words somehow.

"... Aldina-sama's smile always shines, I thought"

"Smile?"

Mr. Sizzle gives me a strange look.

"Yes. When you smile at someone, Master Ardina always has a heartfelt blessing, doesn't she? That's why it must be brilliant.... If I were a witch, I'm sure I wouldn't be able to. I can't believe I smile in the sincere hope of that person's happiness towards people I don't know. Besides, anytime, right? I'm tired and I laugh lovingly, absolutely."

"Is that Master Ardina's smile? I'm sure she's filled with love like a goddess smile."

Mr. Gunne, the kid's head, snorted at me, yeah.

"Master Ardina, I'm sure, is always at his full disposal. I'm not doing the witch somehow because you asked me to, but I'm working hard for everyone, sincerely. To me, I want to apprentice but I can't apprentice very well. He's a really great guy. I do think Noel's presence is huge, but I think the way Ardina is now is because Ardina has her own heart."

"Yes, you're right!

The caretaker, Natalie, rose to excitement and softly flew to my side to hold my hands.

But I have something to say to myself and stab myself right in the face.

I wasn't a great witch at all, I knew it.

... or I couldn't be a great witch.

Suddenly I was summoned, made into a witch I didn't even want to be, and I couldn't help but think of working hard from myself for the strangers of a land I didn't know. Conversely, there was no resentment (besides being forced to summon him), so as they say, though I did my duty once.

I don't know what else to do with it.

But what if it were me now?

The owners of the diner, Senna, regular guests, and friends of the neighborhood. Mr. Luna to Mr. Corey at the Sorcery Institute. I had all the soldiers in the training ground do a lot better too. You want to work hard for those people, now, I'm sure, that's what it seemed like to be me.

I wasn't trying to make a loved one like that here before, was I?

I was just sticking to Noel, the only one who ever forgived my heart.

I was stuck in an invisible shell that way, but maybe I was protecting my own mind by doing so.

I wonder about Master Ardina.

I don't know how far she's willing to go and where she's “made to be" from.

Where is the time and place where she can work as a witch with all her strength, heart and soul - to give her heart to work? Is that a temporary spending time next to Noel? I hope so.

"I guess one strong Master Ardina will work hard, but because she is like that, it would be nice if one or more people could show weakness, wouldn't it?... both Mr. Elliot and Mr. Gunne, I mean, that's what you wanted to say, right?

Pompous and squeaky, Mr. Elliott and Mr. Gunne looked at each other.

Well, yes, Mr. Gunne nods with a laugh.

... Ahhh, I've been talking about something too much.

Embarrassing!

I broke the bread again and resumed the task of carrying it to my mouth.

I stuffed bread all over my mouth, so I can't talk about anything anymore.

I was about to be overfed that night when I was trying to hide such stupid resistance.