The Undetectable Strongest Job: Rule Breaker

I see blue.

The blue of the cloak is often visible in buildings based on white. As she walks away with a cutlet and footsteps, the people in different gray clothes bow their heads respectfully.

"Dear Connor, I'm still in a good mood today."

"You look good, too."

Conia, the grey clothes drooped her head deeper and deeper as the woman in the blue cape called answered.

If you look closely, blue isn't just a cape. Whatever blunt metal armor she wears, all the sleeves and trouser fabrics she sees as an inner are also blue. The cross meaning "church" painted on the chest is also blue. If the pattern decoration of the sword hanging on the waist is also blue, anyone will notice that this blue makes so much sense.

"Blue Knight" -- yes, it's called. The knight who guards this "tower" often uses blue. Temple away from the "tower" —— the further away from the Bios Sovereign Nation, the less this blue will be used.

"Lord Conia."

"--This is the Priest"

Conia, a woman called from the side, knelt down on the spot. Her long, purple hair is tied to one behind her, but it drips clearly.

"No, take it easy. May I have a moment?"

"Ha."

Standing up, she walks toward being heard. The same purple eyes as her hair conjure up her intelligence, and her soggy chin and thin lips make her face look smaller. Even though she was a knight, a symbol of sword-wielding force, she had an atmosphere of intelligent beauty - a beautiful girl.

It would still not reach 20 when I was old. Nevertheless, her ability to walk the centre of the "Tower" as a "Blue Knight" suggests her high strength.

"How are you, priest?"

"Please come this way"

"Excuse me."

I was put through to a small room. It's like a little break room here, with a tea set. Apparently, the man who stopped Conia —— the priest was resting here.

By contrast, the clothes he is wearing are red. It is not a noticeable red, but a calm red, close to fatty. The embroidery applied to the cuffs, collar and belt, although flashy, is complex, with plenty of expensive yarn. It is an upward and downward succession of priestly garments. The square hat on his head was placed on the table.

"The Red Priest" is the rank above one of "The Blue Knight". And earlier greeting in the hallway was the "Ashes Monastery," the lowest among those allowed to enter this "Tower".

Above the "Red Priest" there is the "Purple Prestige" and at the top there is the "White Pope".

This is the "five species of divine hierarchy" traditionally passed down to the Sovereign Nation of Bios.

Other than that, of course, there are people specializing in the performance of their duties - such as the superior secretary with the pope - they are off this five species of divine floors and are admitted to the "tower" with special permission.

"Did you hear that the Holy Father is involved in mediating civil unrest in the Kingdom of Pawnsonia?"

"Ha. It was a dispute between the First King Prince and the Princess in the Kingdom, wasn't it? The representative will be here shortly, so we've been asked to guard him."

"... is there a great deal of sense in this mediation?

The pompous, small, crushed priest said in a whisper, as if no one wanted to hear it.

"And when you say...?

"How does Lord Konia see this Pawnsonian civil unrest?"

"-- It's the opinion of a young man whose political situation is also unclear, but we hear that the previous king had not decided on a successor. Soon afterwards, the princess was able to seize the king's capital. Many nobles bow down to the princess and say that with very few gestures Prince Wang is protecting the Leather Elka"

"Hmm... does that mean Prince Wang should surrender?"

"No, you don't"

"Hmm?"

"Even if there were no successor nominations, other countries have told us that the First Prince is the King Prince. If so, the First Prince should first succeed him. And we should comfort the people confused by the sudden death of the king."

"... I see"

Was Conia's opinion interesting, the priest,

"Interesting opinion. But most royal nobles worry about themselves before the people."

"... Ha"

"What I care about is what Pope Holiness wants to do by engaging in civil unrest in Pawnsonia."

"It's awe-inspiring to imagine the heart of the Holy Father."

"Yeah, totally. But —— if you think about it, sometimes you can't take the right path."

"The priest is always on the right path"

To the straight Conia word, the priest laughs bitterly.

"You're great, you're really great. It's like" The Knight of St. Luca, "which is passed down to the teaching."

"It's a waste of time. I have always been taught by my parents to make Saint Luca my goal."

A knight of Saint Luca is a great man of the past. A knight who went on to defend Saint Luca all the way around preaching the Church's teachings, he is said to have risked his life to defend Saint Luca's aspirations. But the name has not been passed down to future generations. He hated the fact that Saint Luca was great and that his knightly self was good in the shadows and his name remained.

"You would protect the innocence of doctrine..."

"? What does that mean? I'm sorry, I'm not as knowledgeable as a priest familiar with the abyss of doctrine"

"It's okay, forget it. Bye."

When the priest unilaterally broke off the story, he stood up with his hat.

Walk out with a conia with a face like a fox stuck in it.

"... yes, what is needed now is not 'the knight of Saint Luca'. All she needs is after it's all over. What I need now--"

The priest walks down the hallway.

There's no one in the hallway. Few people enter the compartment (...), which is also in the "tower". There is a place in this large building where only a very limited number of humans enter.

"--This" White Tower "is unworthy, scratching out the darkness of black..."

There is so much overlap of walls in front of him that you wouldn't notice if you didn't look closely. Between white walls, and with the addition and subtraction of light, the shadows are disappearing, and you won't realize that there's a passage ahead just by walking down the corridor.

The priest checks his surroundings and confirms that no one is there. Hold your chest. As if to hold the palpitations.

And I walked toward that hidden passage--.

It was seven days later that "Blue Knight" Conia-Mercouri heard the story.

That Conia spoke to his opponent, the "Red Priest", who left Aguia Paul, the holy capital of the Bioth Patriarchate, and embarked on a missionary journey to a distant country.

"Exactly, priest! I can't believe you walked the path of misery yourself......!

I was thrilled Conia, but, uh,

"With that said, we were talking about 'The Knight of St. Luca'. Could that have meant —— that you wanted me to follow that journey, too? Oh, my God... my intelligence doesn't make me think that much, and the priest has traveled..."

I think about that, and I'm disappointed.

"... not if you're nagging me. If the priest ever sees you again, he'll have to see me grow up. We need to encourage the mission!

Standing up immediately, yeah, yeah, Conia nodded.

There, a monk came —— to convey the information that is in Conia.

"-- Touch of the embassy of the kingdom of Pawnsonia? Yes, you've already heard from Pawnsonia. Huh... it was the adventurer who brought it? All right, let's check the paperwork. —— Oh, hey."

Conia called off a monk trying to leave.

"That adventurer... Hikaru, did I say? Where is he now?