Chapter 209 – Religious Differences
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The sunset of the Royal Capital, where the sun began to set little by little.
As Cleon walked with Verastol on his back, he saw passers-by giggling as if they were misunderstanding something else.
From the outside, Cleon, who looked like an aristocratic lady, walking with Verastol on her back her, must be viewed as a slave or servant of the Dark Horse clan.
A servant carrying a snoring master on his back with his face flushed from drunkenness must have looked quite funny.
I sighed because it was not my intention to receive such stars, but if I somehow managed to get them to the temple, it would be okay.
Since we have n’t seen each other that often since then, when I speed up his steps, he makes a voice like ‘uuuuu’, as if his stomach is rumbling at the vibration.
“…Please don’t vomit on your back…”
Cleon let out another big sigh, slowed his pace again, and, taking the utmost care not to be shaken, headed forward instead.
If you carry the drunken Verastor on your back and climb the stairs at the entrance of the temple to go inside-
“Stop! This is the Holy Temple. Why are you bringing such a drunkard in?”
While saying that, two giant Crusaders in pure white full armor crossed their halberds to block Cleon’s entry.
“No… I brought this guy because he belongs here…”
Saying that, Cleon turned his head slightly to reveal Verastol’s face her.
Then the two guards looked at each other for a moment, then thud. He said again, stamping the ground with the tip of the spear stick.
“I’ve never seen such a clergyman! We are the pillars and gateways that protect this great temple. We remember the faces of all the priests.”
“…”
Such nonsense… I think of the same thing, but since Beatrix was able to do something similar, maybe-
“Besides. Right now, the Pope’s consecration service is taking place at the entrance of the temple. We can’t let a drunkard pass in front of the Pope.”
Was that the purpose…
Cleon said, “Yeongcha,” And grabbed Verastol under the armpit, and held Verastol in front of them as if he were holding a cat.
“This guy is your boss, ‘Verastor’…”
“Mr. Verastol…?”
As expected, the two of them raised their doubtful voices for a while, wondering if they knew that name…
He laughed out loud as he leaned back.
“The clan of black horses who are good at joking! I just caught my guard!”
“That Lord Verastol took off his armor and came drunk and carried on a man’s back?”
…Seemed in disbelief.
‘This guy… Could it be that you don’t take off your armor in front of others?’
Come to think of it, they had the ability to transfer anywhere, so there was no need to pass in front of these two in their current form.
Anyway, the moment I was wondering if there was a way to prove my identity-
“What’s going on…? Huh?”
A familiar voice came from behind the guards.
The guards, too, were greatly taken aback by that voice and turned around—
There, he saw the figure of the Pope, Escatology, approaching in a robe.
“Kyo, His Majesty the Pope!”
As the guards stood at attention and stepped aside, her appearance her came into view.
Dressed in white clerical robes, with a golden crown atop her head and a sacred red sash, she seemed more like a high-ranking priest than she had seen her before when she had followed Quon to make the rosary.
Her long hair, a mixture of silver and sky blue, was braided into three braids, and she had big blinking eyes.
As soon as Esca saw her Cleon, her face her lit up, then her expression her hardened when she saw the drunken Vera Stoll hanging over him.
“…”
“Eh, Mr. Esca. I’ll explain it well.”
“This, rude! Black horse clan guy! You can’t show respect to His Majesty the Pope-“
“Okay, Cleon. There are a lot of people watching this place, so let’s go to my office. Finally, the consecration service is over.”
When the guard opens his mouth to look at Cleon calling Esca comfortably, the guard becomes enraged and tries to point the Halberd spear at Cleon.
The Pope cuts him off, smiles, and invites Cleon into his office.
The guards were dumbfounded by it, but Cleon nodded her head and put Vera Stoll back on his back to follow her.
As a matter of course, the eyes were focused on Cleon, who was walking behind the pope, so he couldn’t help but feel tense.
However, in the immediate sight of the pope, he would flirt and pray quietly, putting his hands together, or just rolling his eyes, as if no one was there.
Esca was walking in front of Cleon with her back straight, silently, without saying a word, until she made her way through the crowd and entered the less populated area of the High Priests.
Is this the figure of Esca as a pope that she does not know about?
Her sweet, caring, benevolent smile was the same as she had seen her in her own childhood-
Somewhere. She was also the one who felt a bit strange.
Soon, two people + 1 drunkard opened the door of the Pope’s office in the deepest part of the temple and went inside.
What you see is a fairly simple place, considering that it is a place where the head of a religion spread throughout the continent usually conducts business.
More than that, it was a room that felt nostalgic.
“Verastor on the couch.”
As Esca spoke, there was a reception sofa where she pointed.
It was a little too small for Cleon, a man, to lie down on, but if it was Berastol, he would be able to lie down just right.
When Cleon carefully lays her down and uses her cushion as a pillow, Vera Stoll says, ‘Umm…’ It makes a sound like ‘.’ And then she makes a regular breathing sound again.
“Drinking. This kid.”
When Esca spoke while stroking Vera Stoll’s forehead, Cleon pondered for a moment whether to nod or shake his head.
However, he soon decided to tell the truth, as if he felt he had to explain for the sake of Vera Stoll’s honor her.
“No. All she ate was chocolate with alcohol in it. Actually-“
Having said that, Esca began her explanation of her and quietly listened to Cleon’s words of her until he finished.
And at the end, she nodded her head knowingly when she heard that Rampart had accepted and ate the chocolate in return.
“Because this kid likes sweets. I thought he was late to come back…”
Then, as she quietly let out her sighs, she set her water on the desk next to her sofa so that she could drink it as soon as she needed it.
“Thank you, Cleon. For bringing her here.”
“: No. It’s ‘by chance’. Then, I’ll go, there’s a place I need to stop by.”
She has notified Perdia and Anansi that she will visit them today, so she can make them wait if it is too late.
Cleon, who thought she had already taken enough of her time, stood up from her seat while talking about it. Esca briefly blinked her eyes two or three times.
“That’s… I’ve come to Daeshinjeon at best. Can’t we just talk for a little bit?”
“I appreciate Esca-san’s words, but it’s because I had a prior arrangement… Besides, I don’t think it would be possible with this sofa.”
When Cleon smiles bitterly and points to the sofa, he sees Verastol lying there, occupying the entire sofa.
Are there armrests to sit on?
Then Esca nodded her head as if she couldn’t help it.
And just as Cleon turned around and left her office, she heard her voice her again.
“By the way. Did you hear about the search for the holy sword from Quon?”
“… Search for the holy sword?”
When Cleon asks her about a story he has heard for the first time, Esca also tilts her head.
“…I wonder if I didn’t tell you. She said that she wanted to help me retrieve the newly discovered holy sword.”
“Is it like that… But if it’s like that, I’ll help.”
It must have been that he missed the timing to tell rather than that he was hiding it due to the nature of Quon that Cleon himself knew.
Come to think of it, on the way to the beryl valley, she felt that Quon’s smell was a little strange, maybe this was the cause.
She was going to wait until she herself brought up her story, but in the meantime, something like that happened and it seemed that she had been completely erased from her mind her.
If it was the story of helping Esca, I wouldn’t have to hide it.
Cleon thought so and when she told Esca that she would help, Esca shut her mouth for a moment and then she slowly nodded her head.
“Yes, it’s safe to say that Cleon will help. Please lend me your strength for the birth of a new hero… For peace on the continent.”
After Lecia disappears, Esca decides to give her life her to create the peaceful world she longs for, even if only a little bit.
Cleon’s pure sentiment was that he wanted to help Esca if he could.
“Please come and hear the details later with Miss Quon.”
When Cleon leaves her office, Esca sighs and returns to the center of her room.
After properly throwing the cumbersome gold-plated crown on her head her.
A drunkard who is asleep unaware of the world looks at his subordinate her and opens her mouth.
“Verastorl… You really seem to have a knack for making me angry… Bringing that child here when you’re not ready for it…”
And, it was to give strength to her fist.
001
Cleon’s movement route leaves the Great Temple and heads to the monastery.
The guards who had blocked themselves at the entrance of the temple were taken aback when they saw Cleon come out, and they showed their attitude to themselves.
After suppressing the laugh at the sight of him and clearing his throat, he was finally able to head towards the monastery he was aiming for.
If you stand in front of a familiar iron gate and ring the bell, a moment later, it will come out! With a sound, a small window opened and I saw the face of a person I hadn’t seen in a long time.
“Miss Cleon!”
“It’s been a while, Liza.”
As the blue-eyed young nun greeted him with her welcoming voice, Cleon smiled and squealed as the ungreased monastery door opened.
The inside of the monastery seemed to be quieter than before, and unlike the previous visits, there were no women gathering in the garden chatting, nor did they look at them and giggle.
“Everyone is staying in their own room. Everyone seems to be at how helpless they were shocked in the previous incident… Thanks to that, there are many people whose mental feminization has accelerated.”
“Is it…”
Although the casualties could have been prevented thanks to Eustes and the maids’ efforts, their attack certainly left scars on the minds of the victims.
No matter how hard the nuns try, what is needed to restore a broken heart is their own will.
Hearing such an explanation, Cleon was guided by Liza to the monastery’s infirmary, where Ferdia stayed and used it as her medical office her.
“Miss Ferdia is in here. She’s probably treating the injured today…”
When Liza says that and casually opens the door to her infirmary her —
There, you can see a slightly horror figure of Perdia, who is limp, moving her body like a puppet by Anansi’s thread and healing people.
“…”
Liza and Cleon froze for a moment at the sight, then their eyes met with Perdia, who looked at the two people as soon as the door opened.
And Liza slowly closes the door.
“… Somehow, me too. Maybe I’m tired.
“…I’d like to believe that too. What was that? A strange ritual?”
When she heard a thumping sound from inside her, the door to her infirmary opened a moment later and she, who had returned to her usual Perdia her, appeared in front of Cleon with her eyes sparkling.
“Cleon-sama… ! I wanted to meet you… !”
Seeing her reaction as if she was trying to make the scene from a while ago ‘something that didn’t exist’, Cleon pondered for a moment what to say to her …
When he turns his head to the feel of the itchy hair next to his head her.
Hanging upside down from the ceiling, I met Anansi’s eyes as she descended on her thread.
“Have you come back, Mr. Seo?”
Anansi’s gentle voice seemed to be trying to cloud Cleon’s judgment of her, but she shook her head as if it did n’t work for Cleon.
“Perdia, Anansi.”
So calmly calling out their names—
“What were you doing with that?”
…
After hearing her explanation of her, it was exhausting as Anansi cared for her while she was busy dealing with her patients her.
Even if she does n’t move her body her of her own will, the thought of Anansi just now makes her her body her move by Anansi’s thread her.
It means that you can move even when you are asleep.
What. It’s not that I don’t understand.
Perdia at a young age, at an age when other children should be playing.
The care and examination of the person who was caught.
Obviously, it must be boring.
I could understand it, but it was Cleon who wanted the appearance to be changed a bit.
“For your reference, I’m not doing this because I’m not happy with Cleon-sama’s orders.”
As if reading Cleon’s thoughts of her, she said that while smiling and reaching out her hand to touch Cleon’s cheek of her.
“…Cleon-sama…♡”
A watery voice like the one before.
The moment when her body almost reacted to the memories of Ferdia-
“Kuhm…”
Liza’s voice came from behind.
“…”
Cleon and Liza, who were looking at each other quietly and without saying anything, only smiled.
“It’s forbidden here…”
“I’m sorry…”
Saying that, he bowed his head.
