Chapter 18 – Cult (3)
Magdalena, a city with an erogenous sect, is surrounded by fertile plains and winding rivers.
It was an affluent area with good transportation and would naturally grow into a big city if it was not ruled by a fairly foolish nobleman.
Of course, it was invaded by foreign powers several times, attracted by its richness like insects attracted to honey.
Every time that happened, it was the independent force called the cult of sexual love that had firmly protected Magdalena.
In response, the King of Gaul designated the city of Magdalena as the Papal States.
A place where the king of a country acknowledged its independent sovereignty.
A place ruled by the pope, not by the nobles who received the king’s stipend.
That was the holy city, Magdalena.
Magdalena has a lot of floating population like a big city, so the process of entering the interior took quite a bit of time.
What if you even get an inspection there?
The sun, which had just risen, would reach the mid-heaven without realizing it.
However, there are exceptions everywhere.
“This is the seal of Cardinal Mavlov.”
With a wry smile, Bishop Ronin pulled out a piece of parchment and showed it to the guard guarding the gate.
The guard who checked the parchment saluted in moderation and quickly let the warriors pass.
Arya struggled, pressing her messy head down.
“You have finally arrived.”
It was a truly breathtaking journey, she thought.
It was inside the carriage where there was only silence with no words to be exchanged.
If I had been with Einstein, I would have had a friendly conversation.
It was all because of an uninvited guest named Bishop Ronin.
“It seems that the saintess is very tired. Rather than going straight to the church, shall we take a look around the streets to change the atmosphere?”
In response to Ronin’s question, Einstein replied indifferently.
“Does the man called Bishop intend to goof around?”
“Rest is a part of work. Besides, didn’t the warrior leave in a hurry the other day? Magdalena is a place with a lot to see.”
“Be not interested in.”
Seeing him reject the offer with a single stroke, Ronin made an expression of genuine regret.
“It’s a pity, the saintess would like it too.”
Einstein reacted when he said that Arya would like it.
“Is it Arya?”
“Yes, the saintess has never looked back at Magdalena properly. It’s because she’s had so many ‘mortifications’ as a saint. Isn’t that right, saintess?”
The attention of the two men was focused on Aria.
Ronin’s gaze is also a gaze, but she could not bear Einstein’s gaze and quietly expressed her opinion.
“… I’m fine, warrior.”
It was Einstein who felt weak for some reason when he said he was okay.
His older sister also lived to know that she was fine.
To the extent that Aria’s ‘it’s okay’ doesn’t really mean ‘it’s okay.’
“… Shall we look around?”
Ronin smiled.
“You have excellent judgment.”
* * *
It was around the time of the seventeenth yellow half moon when they arrived at the church of the Church of Love.
Arriving at such a late hour is because Einstein was tricked by Bishop Ronin and wandered around Magdalena’s mall.
Quite a bit of time wasted, but Einstein was satisfied.
Aria’s expression was more relaxed than before.
Bishop Ronin spoke quietly before opening the church door.
“Your ears may hurt.”
Are your ears hurting?
Before Einstein and Arya could raise a question mark, the church door opened.
And there was a rain of deafening shouts.
Einstein and Arya reacted in bewilderment, covering their ears to the unexpected shouts.
As soon as I opened the door of the cathedral, I saw the sight, it was literally a wave of people.
It was crowded to the point where I wondered where they came from.
It was Einstein who didn’t like a lot of people.
He instinctively frowned and stared at Ronin.
Despite the hostile gaze that seemed to cut his skin, Bishop Ronin spoke happily.
“These are the people who came running after hearing the news that the hero and the saintess were returning.”
It’s an embarrassing welcome.
In the first place, even though there was an incident committed by a hero, this kind of crowd gathered.
It was an incomprehensible way of thinking for Einstein.
“You’re doing something stern.”
“I didn’t supervise it, so please don’t misunderstand.”
Einstein replied sarcastically.
“Would you mind, hurry up and lead the way.”
“I will.”
As the party of warriors walked, the crowd split left and right and the road burst.
I thought they looked just like onlookers watching a rare beast.
Although Einstein was quite offended by this situation, which had been reduced to spectacle, it was clear that Arya’s position would be difficult if she played her temper here.
So is there any stars?
Suppressing his anger, he followed Bishop Ronin.
“They would be very happy if you waved your hand.”
At Bishop Ronin’s words, Einstein smiled cynically.
“Because playing clowns doesn’t suit my aptitude.”
“Sorry.”
Unlike Einstein, who consistently ignores them, Arya responded to them one by one with a shy smile.
Einstein carefully observed her aria.
It is Arya who seems to be more awkward and more uncomfortable with her behavior after arriving at the Order.
Even an idiot would understand if he saw a commotion like this.
‘It must have been something that happened to the church.’
It was a warrior who thought it was necessary to find out while he was here.
After the mind-blowing hospitality ceremony, they moved to the reception room.
Einstein was starting to get fed up with Ronin’s blatantly procrastinating behavior.
How long do we have to adjust others’ rhythms?
He asked Bishop Rhonin somewhat questioningly.
“So, when can I get the Holy Sword?”
Ronin replied with a gentle face.
“It takes a test to acquire the holy sword.”
“Exam?”
At the sudden word test, Einstein’s eyebrows twisted.
“Yes, it is a test directly given by the holy sword.”
At that, Einstein snorted.
How dare you judge someone for the subject of a sword?
There is no cheeky mate.
“How many days will it take?”
“I don’t know how many days it will take.”
The answer was as ambiguous as Ronin’s personality.
Einstein hated vague answers the most.
“Can’t you do it right now?”
“If possible, it would be better to take a day off. The test is not that easy.”
Tsk.
Einstein clicked her tongue.
Whether following Ronin or not, the nun opened her ax eyes and glared at her, perhaps displeased with the hero’s attitude.
“Open your eyes properly, before digging them out.”
It was Einstein who made a bloody threat as if Gina didn’t look the same.
Arya watched and pressed the palm of her left hand to her forehead.
Do you dig your eyes out?
Isn’t that what a warrior would say?
“… I hope you will soften the words of the warrior.”
“…”
At Aria’s earnest words, Astein remained silent until he arrived at her waiting room.
Ronin thought the sight was like watching a trainer training a beast.
When I opened the door to the audience room and entered, the voluptuous Cardinal Mablov was waiting for me.
He rose from his velvet leather chair, wiping his brow with his handkerchief.
“You’re a rumored warrior.”
Einstein was genuinely amazed.
The monster is talking.
I inadvertently tried to draw my sword, but stopped.
Arya’s hand was holding his sleeve.
Looking back, the opponent was a person.
A person can have a body like this.
Isn’t this just a monster in the form of a human?
He removed his hand from the hilt of the sword and gagged his neck.
“… They are called warriors, though.”
“I really wanted to see you, draw.”
Took, the attitude that Marvlov didn’t particularly care about the short talk he handed over.
Are all the clerics practicing a poker face?
Einstein felt a sense of rejection.
“The Holy Lady, Bishop Ronin, and Sister Gina, please leave. I have something to talk about with the hero.”
It was a celebratory order that anyone could understand.
Arya, Ronin, and Gina bowed to Cardinal Mallow and tried to leave the audience room.
However, Einstein was very uncomfortable with this situation.
The touch was like that.
So I held up his hand and stopped him.
“Wait a minute, I have no intention of talking to you if you let the aria out.”
Cardinal Mallow’s golden eyes shone sharply.
“… What do you mean?”
Einstein crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes.
“I mean literally.”
“… ?”
“I can understand sending Bishop Ronin or that nun, but Aria is different. She is a comrade who has been with her in life and death for two months. If it’s something I need to know, it’s something Arya needs to know too.”
Arya’s face turned red at those words.
Einstein’s word ‘brother in arms’ seemed rather embarrassing.
Einstein narrowed her eyes and raised an eyebrow.
“Or are you trying to do something outrageous with Arya?”
Mention that it’s stupid.
To those words, neither the Mablelov nor the Ronin in the room showed any reaction.
Because there was no response.
Paradoxically, Einstein was convinced.
That these fuckers are doing something against Arya.
“Haha, the day is standing too high. I just thought that the saintess seemed tired and it would be better to send her off early…”
It’s a poor excuse.
Tired of leaving early?
If that’s the case, wouldn’t it be a good idea to put off the conversation itself?
Einstein managed to spit out human language through his blazing hair.
“One time.”
Mableoff tilted his stacked jaws.
“… What are you talking about?”
“After three times, I can’t stand it.”
It was a warning.
Sharp as a blade, sharp as a beast’s claws.
It was the warrior’s ‘warning’.
* * *
The hero left the reception room with the saintess.
All that was left were Mablelov, Ronin, and Sister Gina.
“The warrior was such a rude kid.”
Cardinal Mallow’s flesh trembled.
Ronin smiled awkwardly at the angry man.
“Didn’t I tell you that it’s better to refrain from being explicit?”
“Huh, no matter how much it is, if you are an outsider, shouldn’t you have something to be aware of? How can a man called a warrior be so careless? What’s up? Can’t you stand it three times? What am I going to do if I can’t stand it! This is why ignorant warriors with no social experience are a problem. Don’t you believe in everything and try to install it? Talking about being a warrior and a butcher who catches monsters, I really can’t stand it when you act so confidently!”
The ronin smiled dryly and stared coldly at the chattering Mablov.
Oops, His Eminence Cardinal must have been quite angry.
But what can I do, I like that hero a lot more than you.
Isn’t there a pulpit?
The will that he will not take away his own.
It looks like a fox trying to protect the delicious grapes.
“What can I do, a warrior?”
Warrior, warrior.
Like that damned warrior.
At the appropriately timed words, Mable Rope raised his voice even more with anger.
If it wasn’t for the soundproofing, it would have been an opportunity for many to see the cardinal’s low intentions.
Ronin felt a bit disappointed.
Mablov, who had been venting his anger to the fullest, asked with a somewhat calmed look.
“Whoa. So tonight, can’t you bring the saintess?”
Eyes glistening with lust.
Are you paying attention to Aria’s prettier look?
Haha, you’re still the same.
“The hero’s eyes are wide open, do you think it’s possible?”
“Okay.”
It was Marvlov who licked his lips in regret.
Ronin pointed to the purple-haired nun, Gina, who stood still behind him.
“Unfortunately, you won’t even hold this child.”
It must have been a very attractive proposition, Mavlov beckoned.
“… Come here.”
Gina stared at Ronin slowly.
Ronin smiled softly at the gaze that seemed to ask, ‘Can I hug you?’.
“Thank you, Gina.”
“Yes, Bishop Ronin.”
Gina rolled up her own sincerity and approached Mable Loff.
Mable rope’s thick fingers ran down her waist, following her groin.
It seems to have accumulated quite a bit.
“Whoa. Then, Ronin, you should stop going too.”
It was Ronin who had no heart to watch the love affair between the two.
At Mablov’s celebratory decree, Ronin bowed his head and gladly left the reception room.
I felt sorry for Gina.
What can I do though?
She was the one who said she would stay by her side no matter what.
Ronin was not so frail as not to write what he could write.
If I had to, he was a man I could dump without hesitation.
He should have thought of Arya rather than him.
Very sweetly, she was making ‘hope’ bloom.
Ronin was more than happy about that fact.
He was genuinely happy.
Hope was the condiment that made the impending despair more savory and fresh.
When the hope that will fill up like a fruit that is full inside bursts like a watermelon.
When it completely collapsed without any room.
What if he saw Arya’s distorted expression right in front of his nose?
It gives chills down my spine just thinking about it.
How can you not be happy?
‘I never thought things would work out so easily.’
At first, when the hero kidnapped Arya, I thought things were wrong.
Because he thought he was a warrior in poor condition.
Because he judged Arya to be a warrior who couldn’t give her hope.
Of course, this was Ronin’s mistake.
‘It was a pleasant misjudgment.’
He recalled the moment he had wandered the streets of Magdalena just a few hours earlier.
Arya would have thought she didn’t show it, but she used to examine her champion with her lively eyes.
It was a feeling of friendship to anyone.
Beyond friendship, it could be romance.
Anything is good.
Because positive emotions change to negative emotions in an instant, like Othello’s props.
Isn’t it good
The moment when that hopeful face falls to the ground.
The moment you let go of despair.
‘Not long.’
Goddess, can you see?
The moment when the splendid wings of your beautiful creature are broken.
The sight of falling endlessly into despair and sorrow.
This is the greatest love I can show you.
There is nothing better if you look forward to it.
The day Arya will cry
It was Bishop Ronin who could not stand the anticipation of that day.
“Wherever you are, watch it. Warrior.”
