We've started a new game. - It's the strongest even though it doesn't have a mission?

"That's a pretty good crowd."

The square in front of the temple is crowded with residents. The buildings visible over people do not look blue-grey gorgeous, but the sculptures centered around round windows for lighting are exquisite and beautiful.

"Hey, this isn't going to get any closer."

"I didn't think it was this crowded."

"When we got here, we just did it and we weren't talking about it."

I arrived at Sadillas and came to the temple with the most example cobblestone, but hey, this is not going to get any closer. Apparently, the cobblestone in the matter is in a room for one person, or one close to another, to pray quietly, and only a few people are allowed in, and the temple is only liberating them as a prayer room. Therefore, it is not as if it takes time for people to peel.

"Whatever you want to see, I need to get inside."

"I have to step on the floor."

"Lord, it seems we can speed up the order with donations -"

Cal is reading the information he received from a cleric who is organizing people.

"The kids are in line, and let's not do that"

Is this another bounce here? Is there not once in a while a secular foul and distant temple?

"Yes, we have a meeting, and shall we come back when we are free? Lord, there's a specialty pole for sale over there."

"Pol?"

In the direction Cal pointed at, there was a small store with colorful shades stuck out. It's not as busy as the temple, but it seems quite busy. I can see people with parents and kids with things like popcorn bins and lovers like each other.

"It tastes a lot like a bite-sized treat. I like Maddie's pollen covered."

Pollen...... The pollen dough made by the bees is sold in the name of bee pollen or something, but it seems that there was a habit of flavor and bitterness... No, even the flower type is different? I remember honey and chestnut and soba things tasted quite eggy with all the colors black. I'm sure pollen does, too.

"Then let's kill some time while we eat that."

That's what happened.

"Oh, that's funny."

When you go inside the store, a glass case full of counters - more like a jalato shop. Each type of bite-sized confection is divided into small boxes arranged inside. The small box shows the number and the type of flavor.

Number three, please.

"I'm number four."

"Me, eleven."

"I'm number fourteen"

Four people I ask you to look familiar. It's crowded, and I'm just going to ask for it.

The store clerk told me that the rows of boxes were sweet and standard, and that the rows on the customer side were lined up with new products and seasonal products.

For now, I put one standard and one that I didn't, and when I asked for it in the half, I put it in each rounded piece of paper, and they put it in a big cup of paper.

Ordinary amount stays in cup, half without cup. The two halves seem to be wrapped in paper and cupped.

"Delicious."

I am so bad at eating while walking that I no longer need to be in line, I sit away from the crowd and eat, but a bite-sized pole is just right for an intermittent meal outside.

"This way, too."

I'll take one from the cup Camilla offered me. Yellow slightly moist pollen, a mottled pork wrapped in it in your mouth, gently spoiled for even faint bitterness.

"That tastes a little queasy."

"Lord, this one too"

"Thanks"

Cal's is the honeyed version of the por I got Camilla. Instead of being applied, honey stains out of the pole when chewed. Sweet but not hard.

"They're both delicious."

If you want to eat a little, honey in it, if you want to eat a lot, honey free looks good. Galahad and eagle por was salty in the sweetness and this one was delicious.

"Black, you want some?

As I took the por to my chest, black came out panting and ate all the way back to panting. Is it utubo......? I'm getting a little worried about the type of organism I'm delivering in my clothes.

It should be noted that the arms appear to be out of jurisdiction and Kulukan and I are not related to each other. Well, people are the only ones who don't like black.

Well, that's how I met the Chancellor. The Galahads have visited several times, so they were passed through the castle without any hassle. The castles and temples of Sadillas are unusual constructions, and the temples and castles are united. They say there's a temple on the south front of the circular castle wall, a castle on the north rear, a second wall in the center of its round grounds and an old temple inside.

It is a very suspicious place to play games.

In Sadillas, the temple and royalty are closely associated. They say it was the beginning of the kingdom that the clan to protect the temple originally brought together the people it had gathered. The royal family produced many saints and virgins, and they said that priests sometimes serve concurrently in key positions in the country, and Chancellor Arrone was also taught to be a high priest. The most concurrent duties are too hard, so they will be narrowed down to one side or the other, and the Chancellor seems to have little involvement in the work of the clergy.

"Except for the three of you, I'm sorry to have to wait here for a while."

Cal is retained by the official in charge. I met with the Galahads first and talked to them before. Because it's a cat, isn't it? Wait for someone else while you think.

The castle of Sadillas is also dominated by the same blue-gray stone as the temple, and sculptures inspired by mythology can be seen everywhere.

"I know a lot about you, too, but Lord Arrone is a very difficult man. The three of you seem to have credibility to the extent that you get a sudden request to see me."

"If it wasn't for me, Cal would have been put through, too, wouldn't he?

"Hehe. By now, the three of you may have been questioned about the Lord."

"Huh."

I wasn't thinking about that! Are they talking about pretending to be a horseman on the road or something? It's been a little floating up until now, but it creeps away as soon as possible.

"Lord, why don't you have some tea because of this? Sadillas tea is a rarity produced in very small quantities."

"Mmm."

Carry prepared tea to your mouth sitting across from Cal as you soften.

"Nice to meet you."

"... why are you looking like that again?

The clerk's office with functionality and grace, the owner of the room where he was supposed to be, was invisible, and it was a cat on the desk who was relative to the Galahads.

"There was such advice, but when my consciousness was clouded, I was drugged with the medicine I had previously sought."

"You've gotten pretty cute. Based on his personality, I thought it was a drug that appeared to be (...) better, but was it hazy?"

Not surprised by the cat who uttered the words, Galahad shows them laughing just at the edge of his lips.

"No. This figure is the result of an override with another curse before his wizard's curse has a conclusive result. It's an emergency evacuation, but there's no other way."

"Oh, it would be easy to figure out if you knew who you were calling, wouldn't it?

Camilla smiles bewilderingly and asks why she remains so.

The smell of smoked (much) grassy potable water drifts thinly from the remnants of Prime Minister Arrone's previous executive duties when he was pushed by a demon. In fact, it was the three Galahads who taught the Chancellor that it was not a disease or anything else, but a curse that made it look that way.

The prime minister is currently exposing the cat in front of the three of them.

"His wizard's curse is powerful. By setting the curse method to just one, they made it as powerful as they could override it. The way to solve it is simple, but otherwise the gods will not be able to solve it. And those who call - those who know how from the beginning - will not be able to curse."

"Well, that's another hassle."

Galahad gently shrugs his shoulders.

"My skills are no longer available, but it's much more than not lifting my head from the pillow. There is no obstacle to business as it is. - Shall we get down to business? Why did the Lord make contact this time? Surely you heard of a policy of staying away from national and aristocratic strife?

With the cat's mouth, tongue, I don't know how to speak, but the low voice is not different from Prime Minister Arrone's. A lovely appearance is a voice that does not tolerate lies on the back and also feels a little blamed for some of the listeners.

"He hates the power rush, but he's interested in the sealed beast."

"Why?"

The cat's gaze sharpened.

"Con......"

An elbow came in from the man next door and Garahad's words, which he tried to answer, interrupt.

"He has his reason. I assure you, there is nothing like avenging the world. And perhaps, this time, the aggressive one is to worry about us."

Ignoring Galahad, who distorts his face painfully next door, the eagle with the elbow iron answers with a refreshing voice.

"What did you say?

The cat ignores Eagle's words and asks Galahad.

"Besides saying conconcon, it's attached," I said.

……

The cat stared lightly at the obvious excuse, but turned a blind eye to see if Galahad had given up when he crooked the edge of his mouth and laughed niggly.

"Let me try"

"You don't like that, do you?

"What, I just need you to walk me through the attractions I've been able to do lately. Is the information on from God? Let me gauge the depth of my love."

"Are you going to go between prayers?

The floor during prayer is a beautiful mosaic made by Gentiles craftsmen, with stone tiles moving according to the attributes of those on top. And the attributes are strengthened with compatibility and spirits born with them, with the protection and blessings of the gods.

"It's..."

"Is that inconvenient? I don't think you're a frown spit in and of yourself, but I have no mission to crusade the beast."

The voice of a cat that can be taken as both a mockery and a provocation. It is a common perception that while we are still given a test by the gods, the mission is given by the spoiled.

"No, he said he had no mission."

"You can't complain about an interest in a beast without a mission, even if they suspect you have an unfavorable purpose based on past examples."

Release the word to the cloudy galahad wondering if the cat has seen it.

"I have a petition even if I don't have a mission, to be sure..."

"I've never heard of East or West, I've been spoiled, I have no mission, etc."

"That's an exception now..."

Galahad and Eagle looking distracted and not boiled off.

"I couldn't imagine how it would turn out, but let's give it up and have a ride."

"Oh......"

"Right..."

Unlike the men who distract her gaze, Camilla smiles like she has won.

Comparing the three of them, the cat snapped his neck.