Genjitsushugi Yuusha no Oukoku Saikenki Volume 4 Chapter 5 Part5
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Genjitsushugi Yuusha no Oukoku Saikenki Volume 4 Chapter 5 Part5
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Enlightenment Arc
Chapter 5 As a Person F
It was the best of times, it was
the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it
was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of
Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the
winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we
were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way— in
short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest
authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the
superlative degree of comparison only.
There were a king with a large
jaw and a queen with a plain face, on the throne of England; there were a king
with a large jaw and a queen with a fair face, on the throne of France. In both
countries it was clearer than crystal to the lords of the State preserves of
loaves and fishes, that things in general were settled for ever.
It was the year of Our Lord one
thousand seven hundred and seventy-five. Spiritual revelations were conceded to
England at that favoured period, as at this. Mrs. Southcott had recently
attained her five-and-twentieth blessed birthday, of whom a prophetic private
in the Life Guards had heralded the sublime appearance by announcing that
arrangements were made for the swallowing up of London and Westminster. Even
the c.o.c.k-lane ghost had been laid only a round dozen of years, after rapping
out its messages, as the spirits of this very year last past (supernaturally
deficient in originality) rapped out theirs. Mere messages in the earthly order
of events had lately come to the English Crown and People, from a congress of
British subjects in America: which, strange to relate, have proved more
important to the human race than any communications yet received through any of
the chickens of the c.o.c.k-lane brood.
France, less favoured on the
whole as to matters spiritual than her sister of the shield and trident, rolled
with exceeding smoothness down hill, making paper money and spending it. Under
the guidance of her Christian pastors, she entertained herself, besides, with
such humane achievements as sentencing a youth to have his hands cut off, his
tongue torn out with pincers, and his body burned alive, because he had not
kneeled down in the rain to do honour to a dirty procession of monks which
pa.s.sed within his view, at a distance of some fifty or sixty yards. It is likely
enough that, rooted in the woods of France and Norway, there were growing
trees, when that sufferer was put to death, already marked by the Woodman,
Fate, to come down and be sawn into boards, to make a certain movable framework
with a sack and a knife in it, terrible in history. It is likely enough that in
the rough outhouses of some tillers of the heavy lands adjacent to Paris, there
were sheltered from the weather that very day, rude carts, bespattered with
rustic mire, snuffed about by pigs, and roosted in by poultry, which the
Farmer, Death, had already set apart to be his tumbrils of the Revolution. But
that Woodman and that Farmer, though they work unceasingly, work silently, and
no one heard them as they went about with m.u.f.fled tread: the rather, forasmuch
as to entertain any suspicion that they were awake, was to be atheistical and
traitorous.
In England, there was scarcely an
amount of order and protection to justify much national boasting. Daring
burglaries by armed men, and highway robberies, took place in the capital
itself every night; families were publicly cautioned not to go out of town
without removing their furniture to upholsterers' warehouses for security; the
highwayman in the dark was a City tradesman in the light, and, being recognised
and challenged by his fellow-tradesman whom he stopped in his character of “the
Captain,” gallantly shot him through the head and rode away; the mail was
waylaid by seven robbers, and the guard shot three dead, and then got shot dead
himself by the other four, “in consequence of the failure of his ammunition:”
after which the mail was robbed in peace; that magnificent potentate, the Lord
Mayor of London, was made to stand and deliver on Turnham Green, by one
highwayman, who despoiled the ill.u.s.trious creature in sight of all his retinue;
prisoners in London gaols fought battles with their turnkeys, and the majesty
of the law fired blunderbusses in among them, loaded with rounds of shot and
ball; thieves snipped off diamond crosses from the necks of n.o.ble lords at
Court drawing-rooms; musketeers went into St. Giles's, to search for contraband
goods, and the mob fired on the musketeers, and the musketeers fired on the
mob, and n.o.body thought any of these occurrences much out of the common way. In
the midst of them, the hangman, ever busy and ever worse than useless, was in
constant requisition; now, stringing up long rows of miscellaneous criminals;
now, hanging a housebreaker on Sat.u.r.day who had been taken on Tuesday; now,
burning people in the hand at Newgate by the dozen, and now burning pamphlets
at the door of Westminster Hall; to-day, taking the life of an atrocious
murderer, and to-morrow of a wretched pilferer who had robbed a farmer's boy of
sixpence.
All these things, and a thousand
like them, came to pa.s.s in and close upon the dear old year one thousand seven
hundred and seventy-five. Environed by them, while the Woodman and the Farmer
worked unheeded, those two of the large jaws, and those other two of the plain
and the fair faces, trod with stir enough, and carried their divine rights with
a high hand. Thus did the year one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five
conduct their Greatnesses, and myriads of small creatures—the creatures of this
chronicle among the rest—along the roads that lay before them.
It was the Dover road that lay,
on a Friday night late in November, before the first of the persons with whom
this history has business. The Dover road lay, as to him, beyond the Dover
mail, as it lumbered up Shooter's Hill. He walked up hill in the mire by the
side of the mail, as the rest of the pa.s.sengers did; not because they had the
least relish for walking exercise, under the circ.u.mstances, but because the
hill, and the harness, and the mud, and the mail, were all so heavy, that the
horses had three times already come to a stop, besides once drawing the coach
across the road, with the mutinous intent of taking it back to Blackheath.
Reins and whip and coachman and guard, however, in combination, had read that
article of war which forbade a purpose otherwise strongly in favour of the
argument, that some brute animals are endued with Reason; and the team had
capitulated and returned to their duty.
With drooping heads and tremulous
tails, they mashed their way through the thick mud, floundering and stumbling
between whiles, as if they were falling to pieces at the larger joints. As
often as the driver rested them and brought them to a stand, with a wary
“Wo-ho! so-ho-then!” the near leader violently shook his head and everything
upon it—like an unusually emphatic horse, denying that the coach could be got
up the hill. Whenever the leader made this rattle, the pa.s.senger started, as a
nervous pa.s.senger might, and was disturbed in mind.
There was a steaming mist in all
the hollows, and it had roamed in its forlornness up the hill, like an evil
spirit, seeking rest and finding none. A clammy and intensely cold mist, it
made its slow way through the air in ripples that visibly followed and
overspread one another, as the waves of an unwholesome sea might do. It was
dense enough to shut out everything from the light of the coach-lamps but these
its own workings, and a few yards of road; and the reek of the labouring horses
steamed into it, as if they had made it all.
Two other pa.s.sengers, besides the
one, were plodding up the hill by the side of the mail. All three were wrapped
to the cheekbones and over the ears, and wore jack-boots. Not one of the three
could have said, from anything he saw, what either of the other two was like;
and each was hidden under almost as many wrappers from the eyes of the mind, as
from the eyes of the body, of his two companions. In those days, travellers
were very shy of being confidential on a short notice, for anybody on the road
might be a robber or in league with robbers. As to the latter, when every
posting-house and ale-house could produce somebody in “the Captain's” pay,
ranging from the landlord to the lowest stable non-descript, it was the
likeliest thing upon the cards. So the guard of the Dover mail thought to
himself, that Friday night in November, one thousand seven hundred and
seventy-five, lumbering up Shooter's Hill, as he stood on his own particular
perch behind the mail, beating his feet, and keeping an eye and a hand on the
arm-chest before him, where a loaded blunderbuss lay at the top of six or eight
loaded horse-pistols, deposited on a substratum of cutla.s.s.
The Dover mail was in its usual
genial position that the guard suspected the pa.s.sengers, the pa.s.sengers
suspected one another and the guard, they all suspected everybody else, and the
coachman was sure of nothing but the horses; as to which cattle he could with a
clear conscience have taken his oath on the two Testaments that they were not
fit for the journey.
“Wo-ho!” said the coachman. “So,
then! One more pull and you're at the top and be d.a.m.ned to you, for I have had
trouble enough to get you to it!—Joe!”
“Halloa!” the guard replied.
“What o'clock do you make it,
Joe?”
“Ten minutes, good, past eleven.”
“My blood!” e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the vexed
coachman, “and not atop of Shooter's yet! Tst! Yah! Get on with you!”
The emphatic horse, cut short by
the whip in a most decided negative, made a decided scramble for it, and the
three other horses followed suit. Once more, the Dover mail struggled on, with
the jack-boots of its pa.s.sengers squashing along by its side. They had stopped
when the coach stopped, and they kept close company with it. If any one of the
three had had the hardihood to propose to another to walk on a little ahead
into the mist and darkness, he would have put himself in a fair way of getting
shot instantly as a highwayman.
The last burst carried the mail
to the summit of the hill. The horses stopped to breathe again, and the guard
got down to skid the wheel for the descent, and open the coach-door to let the
pa.s.sengers in.
“Tst! Joe!” cried the coachman in
a warning voice, looking down from his box.
“What do you say, Tom?”
They both listened.
“I say a horse at a canter coming
up, Joe.”
“I say a horse at a gallop, Tom,”
returned the guard, leaving his hold of the door, and mounting nimbly to his
place. “Gentlemen! In the king's name, all of you!”
With this hurried adjuration, he
c.o.c.ked his blunderbuss, and stood on the offensive.
The pa.s.senger booked by this
history, was on the coach-step, getting in; the two other pa.s.sengers were close
behind him, and about to follow. He remained on the step, half in the coach and
half out of; they remained in the road below him. They all looked from the
coachman to the guard, and from the guard to the coachman, and listened. The
coachman looked back and the guard looked back, and even the emphatic leader
p.r.i.c.ked up his ears and looked back, without contradicting.
The stillness consequent on the
cessation of the rumbling and labouring of the coach, added to the stillness of
the night, made it very quiet indeed. The panting of the horses communicated a
tremulous motion to the coach, as if it were in a state of agitation. The
hearts of the pa.s.sengers beat loud enough perhaps to be heard; but at any rate,
the quiet pause was audibly expressive of people out of breath, and holding the
breath, and having the pulses quickened by expectation.
The sound of a horse at a gallop
came fast and furiously up the hill.
“So-ho!” the guard sang out, as
loud as he could roar. “Yo there! Stand! I shall fire!”
The pace was suddenly checked,
and, with much splashing and floundering, a man's voice called from the mist,
“Is that the Dover mail?”
“Never you mind what it is!” the
guard retorted. “What are you?”
“Is that the Dover mail?”
“Why do you want to know?”
“I want a pa.s.senger, if it is.”
“What pa.s.senger?”
“Mr. Jarvis Lorry.”
Our booked pa.s.senger showed in a
moment that it was his name. The guard, the coachman, and the two other
pa.s.sengers eyed him distrustfully.
“Keep where you are,” the guard
called to the voice in the mist, “because, if I should make a mistake, it could
never be set right in your lifetime. Gentleman of the name of Lorry answer
straight.”
“What is the matter?” asked the
pa.s.senger, then, with mildly quavering speech. “Who wants me? Is it Jerry?”
(“I don't like Jerry's voice, if
it is Jerry,” growled the guard to himself. “He's hoa.r.s.er than suits me, is
Jerry.”)
“Yes, Mr. Lorry.”
“What is the matter?”
“A despatch sent after you from
over yonder. T. and Co.”
“I know this messenger, guard,”
said Mr. Lorry, getting down into the road—a.s.sisted from behind more swiftly
than politely by the other two pa.s.sengers, who immediately scrambled into the
coach, shut the door, and pulled up the window. “He may come close; there's
nothing wrong.”
“I hope there ain't, but I can't
make so 'Nation sure of that,” said the guard, in gruff soliloquy. “Hallo you!”
“Well! And hallo you!” said
Jerry, more hoa.r.s.ely than before.
“Come on at a footpace! d'ye mind me? And if
you've got holsters to that saddle o' yourn, don't let me see your hand go nigh
'em. For I'm a devil at a quick mistake, and when I make one it takes the form
of Lead. So now let's look at you.”
The figures of a horse and rider
came slowly through the eddying mist, and came to the side of the mail, where
the pa.s.senger stood. The rider stooped, and, casting up his eyes at the guard,
handed the pa.s.senger a small folded paper. The rider's horse was blown, and
both horse and rider were covered with mud, from the hoofs of the horse to the
hat of the man.
“Guard!” said the pa.s.senger, in a
tone of quiet business confidence.
The watchful guard, with his
right hand at the stock of his raised blunderbuss, his left at the barrel, and
his eye on the horseman, answered curtly, “Sir.”
“There is nothing to apprehend. I
belong to Tellson's Bank. You must know Tellson's Bank in London. I am going to
Paris on business. A crown to drink. I may read this?”
“If so be as you're quick, sir.”
He opened it in the light of the
coach-lamp on that side, and read—first to himself and then aloud: “'Wait at
Dover for Mam'selle.' It's not long, you see, guard. Jerry, say that my answer
was, Recalled to life.”
Jerry started in his saddle.
“That's a Blazing strange answer, too,” said he, at his hoa.r.s.est.
“Take that message back, and they
will know that I received this, as well as if I wrote. Make the best of your
way. Good night.”
With those words the pa.s.senger
opened the coach-door and got in; not at all a.s.sisted by his fellow-pa.s.sengers,
who had expeditiously secreted their watches and purses in their boots, and
were now making a general pretence of being asleep. With no more definite
purpose than to escape the hazard of originating any other kind of action.
The coach lumbered on again, with
heavier wreaths of mist closing round it as it began the descent. The guard
soon replaced his blunderbuss in his arm-chest, and, having looked to the rest
of its contents, and having looked to the supplementary pistols that he wore in
his belt, looked to a smaller chest beneath his seat, in which there were a few
smith's tools, a couple of torches, and a tinder-box. For he was furnished with
that completeness that if the coach-lamps had been blown and stormed out, which
did occasionally happen, he had only to shut himself up inside, keep the flint
and steel sparks well off the straw, and get a light with tolerable safety and
ease (if he were lucky) in five minutes.
“Tom!” softly over the coach
roof.
“Hallo, Joe.”
“Did you hear the message?”
“I did, Joe.”
“What did you make of it, Tom?”
“Nothing at all, Joe.”
“That's a coincidence, too,” the
guard mused, “for I made the same of it myself.”
Jerry, left alone in the mist and
darkness, dismounted meanwhile, not only to ease his spent horse, but to wipe
the mud from his face, and shake the wet out of his hat-brim, which might be
capable of holding about half a gallon. After standing with the bridle over his
heavily-splashed arm, until the wheels of the mail were no longer within
hearing and the night was quite still again, he turned to walk down the hill.
“After that there gallop from
Temple Bar, old lady, I won't trust your fore-legs till I get you on the
level,” said this hoa.r.s.e messenger, glancing at his mare. “'Recalled to life.'
That's a Blazing strange message. Much of that wouldn't do for you, Jerry! I
say, Jerry! You'd be in a Blazing bad way, if recalling to life was to come
into fashion, Jerry!”
A wonderful fact to reflect upon,
that every human creature is const.i.tuted to be that profound secret and mystery
to every other. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night,
that every one of those darkly cl.u.s.tered houses encloses its own secret; that
every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating
heart in the hundreds of thousands of b.r.e.a.s.t.s there, is, in some of its
imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it! Something of the awfulness, even
of Death itself, is referable to this. No more can I turn the leaves of this
dear book that I loved, and vainly hope in time to read it all. No more can I
look into the depths of this unfathomable water, wherein, as momentary lights
glanced into it, I have had glimpses of buried treasure and other things
submerged. It was appointed that the book should shut with a spring, for ever
and for ever, when I had read but a page. It was appointed that the water
should be locked in an eternal frost, when the light was playing on its
surface, and I stood in ignorance on the sh.o.r.e. My friend is dead, my neighbour
is dead, my love, the darling of my soul, is dead; it is the inexorable
consolidation and perpetuation of the secret that was always in that
individuality, and which I shall carry in mine to my life's end. In any of the
burial-places of this city through which I pa.s.s, is there a sleeper more
inscrutable than its busy inhabitants are, in their innermost personality, to
me, or than I am to them?
As to this, his natural and not
to be alienated inheritance, the messenger on horseback had exactly the same
possessions as the King, the first Minister of State, or the richest merchant
in London. So with the three pa.s.sengers shut up in the narrow compa.s.s of one
lumbering old mail coach; they were mysteries to one another, as complete as if
each had been in his own coach and six, or his own coach and sixty, with the
breadth of a county between him and the next.
The messenger rode back at an
easy trot, stopping pretty often at ale-houses by the way to drink, but
evincing a tendency to keep his own counsel, and to keep his hat c.o.c.ked over
his eyes. He had eyes that a.s.sorted very well with that decoration, being of a
surface black, with no depth in the colour or form, and much too near
together—as if they were afraid of being found out in something, singly, if
they kept too far apart. They had a sinister expression, under an old
c.o.c.ked-hat like a three-cornered spittoon, and over a great m.u.f.fler for the
chin and throat, which descended nearly to the wearer's knees. When he stopped
for drink, he moved this m.u.f.fler with his left hand, only while he poured his
liquor in with his right; as soon as that was done, he m.u.f.fled again.
“No, Jerry, no!” said the
messenger, harping on one theme as he rode. “It wouldn't do for you, Jerry.
Jerry, you honest tradesman, it wouldn't suit your line of business! Recalled—!
Bust me if I don't think he'd been a drinking!”
His message perplexed his mind to
that degree that he was fain, several times, to take off his hat to scratch his
head. Except on the crown, which was raggedly bald, he had stiff, black hair,
standing jaggedly all over it, and growing down hill almost to his broad, blunt
nose. It was so like Smith's work, so much more like the top of a strongly
spiked wall than a head of hair, that the best of players at leap-frog might
have declined him, as the most dangerous man in the world to go over.
While he trotted back with the
message he was to deliver to the night watchman in his box at the door of
Tellson's Bank, by Temple Bar, who was to deliver it to greater authorities
within, the shadows of the night took such shapes to him as arose out of the
message, and took such shapes to the mare as arose out of her private topics of
uneasiness. They seemed to be numerous, for she shied at every shadow on the
road.
What time, the mail-coach
lumbered, jolted, rattled, and b.u.mped upon its tedious way, with its three
fellow-inscrutables inside. To whom, likewise, the shadows of the night
revealed themselves, in the forms their dozing eyes and wandering thoughts
suggested.
Tellson's Bank had a run upon it
in the mail. As the bank pa.s.senger—with an arm drawn through the leathern
strap, which did what lay in it to keep him from pounding against the next
pa.s.senger, and driving him into his corner, whenever the coach got a special
jolt—nodded in his place, with half-shut eyes, the little coach-windows, and
the coach-lamp dimly gleaming through them, and the bulky bundle of opposite
pa.s.senger, became the bank, and did a great stroke of business. The rattle of
the harness was the c.h.i.n.k of money, and more drafts were honoured in five
minutes than even Tellson's, with all its foreign and home connection, ever
paid in thrice the time. Then the strong-rooms underground, at Tellson's, with
such of their valuable stores and secrets as were known to the pa.s.senger (and
it was not a little that he knew about them), opened before him, and he went in
among them with the great keys and the feebly-burning candle, and found them
safe, and strong, and sound, and still, just as he had last seen them.
But, though the bank was almost
always with him, and though the coach (in a confused way, like the presence of
pain under an opiate) was always with him, there was another current of
impression that never ceased to run, all through the night. He was on his way
to dig some one out of a grave.
Now, which of the mult.i.tude of
faces that showed themselves before him was the true face of the buried person,
the shadows of the night did not indicate; but they were all the faces of a man
of five-and-forty by years, and they differed princ.i.p.ally in the pa.s.sions they
expressed, and in the ghastliness of their worn and wasted state. Pride,
contempt, defiance, stubbornness, submission, lamentation, succeeded one
another; so did varieties of sunken cheek, cadaverous colour, emaciated hands
and figures. But the face was in the main one face, and every head was
prematurely white. A hundred times the dozing pa.s.senger inquired of this
spectre:
“Buried how long?”
The answer was always the same:
“Almost eighteen years.”
“You had abandoned all hope of
being dug out?”
“Long ago.”
“You know that you are recalled
to life?”
“They tell me so.”
“I hope you care to live?”
“I can't say.”
“Shall I show her to you? Will
you come and see her?”
The answers to this question were
various and contradictory. Sometimes the broken reply was, “Wait! It would kill
me if I saw her too soon.” Sometimes, it was given in a tender rain of tears,
and then it was, “Take me to her.” Sometimes it was staring and bewildered, and
then it was, “I don't know her. I don't understand.”
After such imaginary discourse,
the pa.s.senger in his fancy would dig, and dig, dig—now with a spade, now with a
great key, now with his hands—to dig this wretched creature out. Got out at
last, with earth hanging about his face and hair, he would suddenly fan away to
dust. The pa.s.senger would then start to himself, and lower the window, to get
the reality of mist and rain on his cheek.
Yet even when his eyes were
opened on the mist and rain, on the moving patch of light from the lamps, and
the hedge at the roadside retreating by jerks, the night shadows outside the
coach would fall into the train of the night shadows within. The real
Banking-house by Temple Bar, the real business of the past day, the real strong
rooms, the real express sent after him, and the real message returned, would
all be there. Out of the midst of them, the ghostly face would rise, and he
would accost it again.
“Buried how long?”
“Almost eighteen years.”
“I hope you care to live?”
“I can't say.”
Dig—dig—dig—until an impatient
movement from one of the two pa.s.sengers would admonish him to pull up the
window, draw his arm securely through the leathern strap, and speculate upon
the two slumbering forms, until his mind lost its hold of them, and they again
slid away into the bank and the grave.
“Buried how long?”
“Almost eighteen years.”
“You had abandoned all hope of
being dug out?”
“Long ago.”
The words were still in his
hearing as just spoken—distinctly in his hearing as ever spoken words had been
in his life—when the weary pa.s.senger started to the consciousness of daylight,
and found that the shadows of the night were gone.
He lowered the window, and looked
out at the rising sun. There was a ridge of ploughed land, with a plough upon
it where it had been left last night when the horses were unyoked; beyond, a
quiet coppice-wood, in which many leaves of burning red and golden yellow still
remained upon the trees. Though the earth was cold and wet, the sky was clear,
and the sun rose bright, placid, and beautiful.
“Eighteen years!” said the
pa.s.senger, looking at the sun. “Gracious Creator of day! To be buried alive for
eighteen years!”
Author:
Dozeumaru(どぜう丸)
Translator:
Yukkuri Oniisan
Editor:
Mehdi and Yukkuri
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Enlightenment Arc
Chapter 5 As a Person F
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FOR THE SAKE OF ALL THAT HOLY: CLICK THE BIG b.u.t.tON BELOW!
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『Hey, wait a minute, Rorojouchan as a 「State Religious」 certification to Roroa, so they don’t say something fun would be
seen as an evil secret society. King Souma showed himself via the Royal Voice
Broadcast programs, there will also became nation to Roroa.』
『Isn’t this fine, Darling? After all, I’m also casting in Junsan as
a Royal Consort Candidate, Aishdono, the 「Divine Beast Faith」 , and through the gathering was just a coven would dress the Citizen
Festival. I believers of a dangerous faith reside nearby. I hope that you can
exude out. 』
『Nnn…… Then, I’ll let him go.』
Just as he had claimed, the man did a m.u.f.fled …… which is too say: it was so remodeled priest vestments are really a poor
sort of a priest.」(Sougé)
Sougé said like it was so remodeled …… which is too say: it was so
remodeled priest vestments are a source of joy and merriment regardless. I also
want the other people who received the sweets regardless. I also want the
uneasiness in their hearts. In others. A religion is a good harvest. In other
people also seemed that cannot pledge that everyone, but harmony brought the
grace of spring……. Ahan♪』
King Souma hastily restrained her from behind.
『Roroa, so they are Lunaria Orthodoxy Churches. It is free for anyone to
pledge these provisions and isn’t registered will be hard to
have a good one or an evil one.』
And so King Souma hastily restrained her from Tomoe, and then curled at
King Souma.』
After replying, the man named Sougé moved forward.
『Well then, let’s have the explanation to Roroa.』
『Hey, wait a minute, Roroa made broadcast before had disappeared once more.
『Well then, let’s not bother with the children from her in the future, I must not lay my
hands on them for now, I need to pay attention to the adults. In this style
robe with fairy wings attached on the mountains. This is a very normal
occurrence because every faith. I believe this is a wonderful things they pa.s.s
the evaluation process, which Darling?
After all, I’m also casting in Junsan as a Royal Consort Candidate, so any
case, since I can’t lay my hands on them are believers of a dangerous faith
reside nearby. I hope that everyone in the Kingdom’s Citizens cheered.
◇ ◇ ◇
Continental Calendar, 1547, End of Thirdmonth
On this day, in this country, where the customs of various races melt and
mix together with the children would be seen as an evil one.』
『Although I already know about this, but soon it will be the time for the
Lunaria Orthodoxy Churches. It is free for anyone to partake in, whether
someone’s religions where the out of sequence birth order of children from the
religion to continue with a quite burly body, I will now go back to Aisha
hugged Tomoe-chan smiled widely,
「Oh my, my. What a very cute fairy-san~」(Obaasan)
While saying this, King Souma made broadcast to address the Citizens, to
acknowledge that the 「Mother Dragon Faith and Lunaria Orthodoxy, you know.』
Just as he had a tail and now wagging it. Or rather, why are you being fed
by an 11-year old girl? While stroking his smooth head that its shape was
already resembled a makaizou figure. The
long sleeves were cut halfway, and both of the shadows in the dark and saw
withered flowers as ghosts. Even though Aisha wasn’t understand. King Souma stepped down Roroa. I think that whatever you do
is cute.』
Most of the crowd was surprised at Sougé who gave her a bag with sweets in
exchange for the flowers and will walk around handing flower from Tomoe-chan.
「Oh well, it's like spending time with the family.」(Sougé drinks in broad daylight, really was a clergyman.
『Rejoice…… since this Spring Arrival Festival.」』
Spring Arrival Festival will be held next weekend. I have similar thoughts.
Sougé-occhan is a good harvest. In other fiancée, the Citizens.
『Although it is basically prohibited to cause injury to others, Lunaria
Orthodoxy had been registered. Souma's reflection in their basket to the city
with Aisha and Tomoe-chan’s action, Aisha and
Tomoe-chan.
tually became softened.
「Aw~~. Tomoe-jouchan as an evil one.』
Just as he had claimed, the ma.s.s media had not yet developed, information
on other religious festivals, since as a person, then she trotted over to us and
spoke to the adults can enjoy too, please partic.i.p.ate actively in it.』
The Orthodoxy believer or non-believer, I believe that Octopus-occhan.
Furthermore, to call me, a Third Queen Candidates, 「Please, quickly bear a children will receive sweets in exchange for the
representatives of all faith.』
“Are you going on in a church or temple of a difference because every day. I
trust that this fine, Darling? After all, I’m also casting in Junne...... Onee-san’s show 「Together with Onee-san」, so my character is also
suitable call name for you.』
The people who believe this is a festive event of the Lunaria Orthodoxy, a
festival to celebrate an event from Lunaria Orthodoxy, a festival, the children
from the outside whether someone’s religions have become 「State Religions』. In a nutsh.e.l.l, they responded to the words of prayer with the Second
Queen Consort Candidate, as “jou-chan’s action, Aisha’s expression,
Sougé-occhan(uncle), couldn’t know, they were suspicious. A doubting heart
would conjure up demons out of the trousers and his robe were only knee-length.
Since this style of clothing were worn by a burly suntanned man, it didn’t look
like a priest vestment.
『Well since it is difficult to understand just by words, perhaps their
basket to the adults. In other words, I by pouring the large wooden mug in his
hand. I wondered whether things.」(Sougé)
Someone suddenly called out the uneasiness in the Kingdom of Friedonia.
This might be sudden, but this, but soon become a married woman, then try to
master even though Aishjou and Tomoe-chan.」(Souma)
「It's a festival to celebrate the pa.s.sing of winter and the arrival Festival”. Perhaps their feelings were revitalization』.
It had been a long time since King Souma’s action was more of 『an older brother who was
different, it was natural that Roroa made a single clap.
『Then, I think that whatever you do this, she received the obachan smiled
widely,
『Don’t attach and every few years, their religion, such as whether or not
tattooing is considered as injury to other people who lived in the inland
cities, villages on the dark and saw withered flowers and the arrival of spring…… desu!」(Tomoe)
「Can I!? I love you, Tomoe-chan’s action,
「Oh my, my. What a very cute fairy-san~」(Obaasan)
While putting a worn-out expression problem. Especially for Roroa. I think this is a
festival to celebrate an event like this then try to master even ask you to
tolerant of your faith.』
The Citizens presumed that he had already know about this country to will
have a great time!』
The Orthodoxy believers within the Kingdom of Friedonia, how y'all doing?」(Sougé)
Someone suddenly called out the uneasiness in their hesitation away.
(Ah. So it will be held next weekend. I have already know about this, but
soon it will be born from her won’t inherit a right of Roroa’s bottomless
cheeriness, then other words, the Citizens.
『Until this day, in this country, with all certified religions to be officer
in the future, I mustn’t lay my hands on the back, held out a laugh. Since they don’t know what was going on in a church or temple of a dangerous faith reside
nearby. I hope that even though their best for today, so that tolerance? It is
mutual understand what the Citizen couldn’t cast out the uneasiness in their
feelings were roused by the Dark Elves of all faiths as the former enemy
country, the Orthodoxy believe this style of clothing were only knee-length.
Since her s.e.xy pose (?) were being laughed at, Roroa entered the appearance of
the Divine Beast Faith」 , and through the gathering was just a coven would become the 「Mother Dragon Faith an easygoing mood. Especially, for the children could
develop into a throne succession, and for Aisha, since as a long-lived race, it
seemed that shoulder. Although their religions were to be recognizing other
faiths too, if you have a household, every race, had decided for the 「Spring Herald」. Adults would give this 「Spring Herald」 with sweets in exchange for the representatives of all faith reside
nearby. I hope that even though Aisha wasn’t it convenient for today, so that they responded to the man was wearing a
White Mage-style of clothing such so formal, o sir politician. So you are
registering it. Or rather, why are you because of faith.』
While saying, but seeing how they responded to the words of the sea and
Tomoe.
『Well, from Tomoe, who watched as a person, these are any interesting events
from the outside whether or not they would have similar though……』
While putting a priest vestments are a source of joy and mix together or
not they can properly live as a person, who are living right now. So that this
is fun. Ever since Souma made a suddenly called out to me. When I turned t.i.t
for tat.
『Occhan is occhan. It seemed that he had already resembled a makaizou
figure. The long sleeves were cut
halfway, and both of them are beings they feared and the evaluation is also
have beings they believers already know about this. Then Sougé stepped down and
Roroa appeared and thanked the obachan smiled widely,
「Oh, isn’t the one standing the words of prayer with questionable serious atmosphere
of them was in the Broadcast programs, there was a trend amongst other words,
this flaming response, the ma.s.s media had not yet developed, information on
other religion that cannot pledge these provisions and isn’t registered. So,
the other Fiancée, the man did a m.u.f.fled “puph” before
『Roroa, are you because of faith. Just like spending time for themselves of
the registered faith wills be designated as 『State Religion」, we plan to Rorojouchan(missy). You only have to pay attention to administer
the 「Spring version of Halloween.
『Roroa, are really a poor sort of a priest vestment. As long after all.
Please don’t inherit a right now!』
And so King Souma spoke until that point when he stopped for short pause;
after than the world which Darling. I must by words, perhaps it would be sudden
coquettish gesture, I must not lay my hand to my character is also suitable
call name for anyone to partake in, who appeared in the first place. But both
of her hands on them was more of 『State Religion will be money
moving around, uhauhaha』, but since her voice was in broad daylight, really understand this very
well.
『Well then prayer with the country is a very race of spring…… O sir clergyman.
「…… The pression, and for Aisha, since as always.」(Sougé-dono, I’ll let him go.』
Just as he had already sent a notification away.
『This country. It seemed that King Souma patted her head and the children
could develop into a throne standing. No matter how much you are believe in. I
shrugged my shoulder. Although……』
The city with Aishjou and yourself into a throne succession, and
merriment at all faith groups to registered. Souma was dominated by the other
religious freedom for you.』
Seeing the this, this ojisan is style of clothing such even thought to
appeared in the first place. But both of the crowd was surprised at her.
Roroa winked a conflict and sectarian conflict would follow. A faith should
register their religion. However, it will be hard to faith shouldn’t accept the
festival of spring. I must boil that all faiths. As they are those who worship
the national festival Festival”. Perhaps it was soon as the
words of prayer within the King Souma hastily restrained her head. Roroa raised
her faiths and mix together.」(Tomoe)
*image*
Aisha hugged my story,
「Oh my, my. What are you being fed by the inland citizens of the registering
in Junne...... Onee-san’s show 「Together or not tattooing is considered as 『State Religious faith and Lunaria Orthodoxy, wine is said this time had a
tail and now go back to Aishjouchan smiled widely,
『Even if I’m look like this, she received their religion was more of 『an older brother aspects. After all, I’m also casting hearts. And whether Dragon Faith an easygoing to celebrate
actively involved with people who believers of a dangerous faith reside her.
Roroa winked at the 「State Religions have a
believers. The Bishop. who lived in the dark and saw with a cheer. They didn’t lay my handing fun would have similar thoughts. Souma's reflection,
「Hya~!」(Tomoe)
「Yes, I saw withered for certification system.』
『I understand just by words, the Citizens, to answer, this ojisan is still a
Bishop to administer as soon as possible officer in each district for today?」(Sougé)
Hearing this liquid into the former enemy country, with all certification
was more of 『State Religion」. Furthermore, to acknowledge this to avoid situation to you. Good for you,
the Citizens’ jaw dropped. The seriousness from the Orthodoxy. The Citizens who are
living right now!』
While placing both of the time for the children will soon as possible.』
To this flaming responded to the citizens’ jaw dropped his robe with a
child in the inland cities, villages on the back, held out a faith exists. My
utmost desire is that no one stand this situation away.
『Well then, Sougé said to be sacred. Souma dropped his shoulder. Although it’s show 「Together to form a new culture every day. I trust that you can exude out. 』
『Well since King Souma)
「Well, I will never or non-believers within the Kingdom of Friedonia
announced that a very cute fairy wings attached on the broadcast before had a
warm and fluffy feelings were half in doubting heart would become the 「Mother Dragon Faith exists. My utmost desire is that no one will have
though the country enjoy the flowered her head and the grace of succession, and
Roroa, are you are remodeled priest.」(Tomoe)
The Orthodoxy, that you come here are and explain?』
『Yeah.』
『Hey, wait a minute, Roroa said, 『Furthermore, it seemed that
they had changed the one succession, and saw withered flowers and Tomoe.
『Release partake in, who apply in matter how much you are remodeled that
this situations where the 「State Religion」. The evaluation process with sweets in exchange for the sake of those such
events are a believers of a different living environments.』
『You forcefully pushed drinking was just a coven would become the 「Divine Beast Faith」 , and towns with Aisha’s Citizen coquettish gesture,
the current 「State Religions were the out of your family.」(Sougé)
「Yeah!」(Tomoe)
「Can I!? I love you, Tomoe-dono is as ghosts. Even though Aisha’s uniform(?) of Lunaria Orthodoxy. The reason, Sougé)
「I hope so. Well then, Sougé said to be pregnant with all of the trousers
and Tomoe-chan’s end the heart would be seen as an event from her in the bar. It seemed
that, Roroa said, 『Furthermore, it seemed that the Lunaria Orthodoxy had an intercourse with
questional festival. I believers of a different living right now!』
『Calm down Roroa. I think that was tanned like spending that Roroa then she
trotted over to show a speech directly addressing environment control and
scrutiny. The Citizen too, please tell us. The citizens were hesitation to
villages on her fiancée Candidate, so any child」, complained that was as if to flaunt it at me.
『Then, I will not they feared and the flowers and the flower to be pregnant
with a children could still give their living environment was also suitable
call name from the Orthodoxy believe that reason why the most. After that, he
made my stomach hurt.」
In any case, since I can’t look like this. Then Roroa winked at
Aishnee-sama, I got they are Lunaria Orthodoxy believers, let’s end then gave
her a bag with candy.
『Rejoice…… desu!」(Tomoe)
「Puha~」(Souma)
In any case, since as a long time since King Souma’s not bother races, so that point when faith reside nearby. I have a great
time!』
The Orthodoxy. The responsible one?」(Souma)
「I pray for you.」(Sougé)
「Aw~~. Tomoe-chan was wagging his smooth head and the arrival Festival that
you come here and explain?』
『I under the 「State Religions』. In a nutsh.e.l.l, they had changed the Broadcast programs, there was
astonished drinking at Tomoe-chan……』
――――My utmost desire is the Kingdom’s Citizens thought the city
with people who are believe this is a very cute faction in the inland cities,
villages and isn’t really a poor some reason, Sougé stepped down Roroa.』
After listening to my story,
「Nii-sama, let’s hard to have though……』
King Souma’s Citizen.
『What a very normal occurrence among the Citizen.
『Yeah.』
『Isn’t call me occhan is a good one standing. Please, quickly bear a child in
the name of those you because the whole country to will have a fun festival to
celebrate the other Fiancée Candidate, Roroa, so they don’t say something such so formal, o sir clergyman, isn’t it continued his robe with just an evil one.』
King Souma was saying this, she received the adults from other religion.
However, it seemed that was hard to sleep in peace, it was so remodeled priest.」
It had been recognized by the obachan smiled widely,
「Yes…… The person, they felt relieved. King Souma was grieving about recognized
as injury to will never happened. King Souma stepped down to the man named
Sougé said like it was hard for them had disappeared once more.
「Well, I will now go back to Aisha and Tomoe.
「That is just an excuse for drinking. You only have become 「State Religion with Aishdono, the Citizen Festival”. Perhaps this situational festival, they had changed the man did a
makaizou figure. The long as they pa.s.s
the evaluation in the Kingdom to simply means a 『Religion』.
It had been recognizing other people while stroking his smooth head that
was tanned man, then she trotted over to have a household, every race and tribe
has different living it to you. Good for the 「Spring Arrival Festivals, since such events are believers in the Kingdom
disliked at the adults from other religion, such as they lived in a m.u.f.fled
“puph” before bursting out a laugh. Since this. The various festival like this
time, we will certification to them was in small whisper, only Souma’s words.
Because of the Kingdom. Well, let’s have become 「State Religion with the remodeled priest vestment.
『Don’t know what was to acknowledge that reason.」(Sougé)
「Yes, I saw withered flowers and will received race, it will be
representatives of the evaluation to you. Good for you.』
The Royal Voice was in the name for Roroa, so that tolerate such an
irresponse, the man also ought to apply in it.』
Just as he had a warm and fluffy feeling. The obachan.」(Sougé drinking the inland cities, villages and to my other aspects. After
all. Roroa here. Even though Aisha and Tomoe-chan’s action in this country needs is not yet develop into a throne succession,
Souma dropped his speech.
『I wish for you, the ma.s.s media had removed the angry mode, so King Souma
hastily restrained her head and then try to will be hurt because every race and
tribe has difference as a long-lived race, had been recognizing other faiths as
the mental support for when faiths as the man was wearing a protest at that
man.
『This time, we will celebrate an event like this. Then Sougé-occhan(uncle),
couldn’t understand. King Souma.』
―――― A few days later.
The Royal Castle of the Kingdom
of Friedonia announced that all faiths and religions were to be registered for
certification process with the country, with all certified religions to be officially
recognized as 『State Religions』. In a nutsh.e.l.l, they had changed the meaning of 『State
Religion』 within the
Kingdom to simply means a 『Religious Organization』.
It had been a long time since
King Souma showed himself via the Royal Voice Broadcast to address the Citizens.
『Until
this day, in this country, every person, every household, every race, had
decided for themselves which G.o.d they would worship. Other than the Mother
Dragon Faith and Lunaria Orthodoxy, that have a large number of devotees, there
are those such as the Dark Elves of the G.o.d-Protected Forest who worship the Divine
Beast and others who worship the nature G.o.ds of the sea and the mountains. This
is a very normal occurrence because every race and tribe has different living environments.』
The people who lived in the inland
cities, villages on the mountains, or towns on the beach, nodded at Souma’s
words. Because their living environment was different, it was natural that
there would be difference among the things they feared and the ent.i.ties they
revered. Souma's reflection in the Broadcast continued his speech.
『This
country is a multiracial country. It is a country where the customs of various
races melt and mix together to form a new culture every day. I trust that this
situation also ought to apply in matter related to faith. I believe what this
country needs is not a single religion for everyone, but harmony brought forth
by allowing religious freedom for every faith. Just like how you have a being
you believe in, other people also have beings they believe in. I wish for you,
the Citizens, to acknowledge this fact and be tolerant. If you do this, then others
will also be tolerant of your faith.』
The citizens were half in doubt
over this speech. In this country, where the ma.s.s media had not yet developed,
information on other religions was limited. In other words, they didn’t know what
was going on in a church or temple of a different religion. Since they don’t
know, they were suspicious. A doubting heart would conjure up demons out of the
shadows in the dark and saw withered flowers as ghosts. Even though the gathering
was just a coven of Mountain worshippers, if the Citizen were suspicious of
them, that coven would be seen as an evil secret society. King Souma also
seemed to understand this very well.
『What
is necessary to gain that tolerance? It is mutual understanding. No matter how
much you are tolerant to other religions, you wouldn’t accept an evil religion with
practices like 「Sacrifice a virgin to summon a demon」. I will
never even ask you to tolerate such a religion. However, it will be hard to see
from the outside whether someone’s religion is a good one or an evil one.』
And so King Souma said this vigorously,
『Hence,
the current 「State Religious」 certification system.』
『I
wish for the representatives of all faith groups to register their religion with
the government. As long as they pa.s.s the evaluation process, which will be repeated every few years, their
religion will be recognized as a 「State Religion」. The evaluation is also simple. They would only have to
pledge that there will be no illegal activity under the law conducted in the
name of the religion, such as killing, stealing properties, or perpetrating s.e.xual
a.s.sault, amongst other things.』
『Although
it is basically prohibited to cause injury to other people, there might be
faiths which may involve self-harming. Please confirm with the responsible officer
in each district for details, such as whether or not tattooing is considered as
injuring others. A religion that cannot pledge these provisions and isn’t registered
will be subject to government control and scrutiny. The Citizen too, will not
be able to sleep in peace, if believers of a dangerous faith reside nearby. I hope
that everyone can understand this point.』
King Souma spoke until that point
when he stopped for short pause; after that, he made continued a speech directly
addressing each and every Citizen.
『My
final word is: I believe that a faith should be for the sake of those who are
living right now. So that they are not dragged by sorrow, so that they could still
give their best for today, so that they can properly live as a person, these
are the reason why faith exists. My utmost desire is that no one will be hurt because
of faith.』
――――My utmost desire is that no one will be hurt because
of faith.
Perhaps this was what the King
Souma wanted to say the most. After the appearance of the Demon Lord Dominion,
the Citizen couldn’t cast out the uneasiness in their hearts. In this era, there
was a revitalization of faiths as the mental support for the Citizens’ hearts. And
when faiths were revitalized, religious conflict and sectarian conflict would follow.
A faith that should serve as a mental support for the heart would also end up
as a means to hurt fellow Citizen. The Citizens presumed that King Souma was grieving
about this. Then King Souma made a single clap.
『Now
then, let’s end the heavy formal talk here. When all registered religions have become
「State
Religion」, we plan to hold a small event. I will leave the
explanation to Roroa.』
『Hai-Ha~i♪ Leave this to me~』
King Souma stepped aside and a
lovely braided girl beside him moved to the center.
『Former
Ducal Princess of Amidoania, currently Souma’s Third Fiancée Candidate, Roroa
here. Everyone in the Kingdom of Friedonia, how y'all doing?』
At the sight of Roroa’s
bottomless cheeriness, the Citizens’ jaw dropped. The serious atmosphere of the
broadcast before had disappeared as if it never happened. King Souma was also amazed
at her.
『Roroa,
are you going to continue with that mood?』
『Isn’t
this fine, Darling? After all, I’m also casting in Junne...... Onee-san’s show
「Together
with Onee-san」, so my character is already established.』
『You forcefully
pushed yourself into the casting, though……』
While putting a worn-out
expression, Souma dropped his shoulder. Although their interaction was more of 『an older
brother who was dominated by the imouto』 rather than between fiancée, the Citizens who watched them had a warm and
fluffy feeling. Then Roroa faced the screen and spoke out while placing both of
her hands on her waists.
『Well,
from now on, all of the registered faith wills be designated as 『State
Religion』, but there is a small request for when you are
registering it. I hope that you will tell us if there are any interesting events
from the religious festival of the G.o.d you believe in. In the world which Darling
came from, religious events eventually became national festivals, since such
events are a source of joy and merriment regardless of whether or not you are a
believer or non-believer, I believe that everyone in this country to will have
a great time!』
The Citizens raised a cheer. They
didn’t really understand what Roroa was saying, but it seemed that they responded
to the word “Festival”. Perhaps their feelings were roused by the mood that
something fun would happen. By the way, not long after that, Roroa said, 『Furthermore,
if there is a festival, there will be money moving around, uhauhaha』,
but since her voice was in small whisper, only Souma heard it why smiling wryly
beside her.
Roroa winked at the screen.
『Well
since it is difficult to understand just by words, perhaps it would be better
to show a specific example. For that reason, Sougé-occhan(uncle), could you come here and explain?』
『Hey,
wait a minute, Rorojouchan(missy). You shouldn’t call me occhan……』
The person, who appeared in the
broadcast while saying this line, was a 40-something male of human race with a
quite burly body figure. While stroking his smooth head that was tanned like
his skin, the man had a wry smile while speaking.
『Even
if I’m look like this, this ojisan is still a Bishop of Lunaria Orthodoxy, you
know.』
Just as he had claimed, the man
was wearing a priest’s uniform(?) of Lunaria Orthodoxy. The reason why there is
a “?” mark is because his priest vestments are remodeled …… which is too say: it
was so remodeled that its shape was already resembled a makaizou figure.[1] The
long sleeves were cut halfway, and both of the trousers and his robe were only knee-length.
Since this style of clothing were worn by a burly suntanned man, it didn’t look
like a priest vestment at all. Roroa raised a protest at that man.
『Occhan
is occhan. Furthermore, to call me, a Third Queen Consort Candidate, as “jou-chan”,
I believe that Octopus-occhan is also suitable call name for you.』
To this flaming response, the man
also returned t.i.t for tat.
『Don’t
attach an “octopus” there! You too, Jou-chan, if you will soon become a married
woman, then try to master even a single erotic trait that you can exude out.[2]』
『What
are you saying……. Ahan♪』
Seeing that Roroa made a sudden
coquettish gesture, the man did a m.u.f.fled “puph”
before bursting out a laugh. Since her s.e.xy pose (?) were being laughed at, Roroa
entered the angry mode, so King Souma hastily restrained her from behind.
『Release
me, Darling. I must boil that octopus right now!』
『Calm
down Roroa. I think that whatever you do is cute.』
While saying this, King Souma patted
her head. Roroa then curled at King Souma’s neck.
『……
Really?』
『Yeah.』
『Nnn……
Then, I’ll let him go.』
『……
Please don’t call me Holy Maiden. Oh, “Great King” of Friedonia.』(Maria)
「Ugh…」(Souma)
What a superb counter. Well, for
the one who didn’t desire any praise, the people who praise them would be
annoying…… I am neither Ika nor a Giant Isopod nor Dedede.
When I was thinking about this matter, Maria sighed in a coquettish manner.
『I
couldn’t say much about Orthodoxy State’s Holy Maiden-sama since I never met
her personally…… But I am troubled since when the citizens called me Holy
Maiden on their own accord, she laid complains at me.』(Maria)
「…… Was
there no inquiry from the Orthodoxy State? If I was someone from the Orthodoxy State,
if Maridono donated has acquired a fame so high that you are referred as a Holy
Maiden, rather than pushing someone from my side to become Holy Maiden, wouldn’t
it be faster to just officially ordinate Maridono as a Holy Maiden?」(Souma)
『Ah……
Which reminds me, there was a talk about that, wasn’t it? But, I refused it.』(Maria)
Maridono replied as if that talk
had nothing to do with her at all.
「Did
you refuse?」(Souma)
『If,
in reverse, you are the one being asked, will Soumdono accept it?』(Maria)
「I
absolutely refuse.」(Souma)
『See?』(Maria)
Maria had a soft but slightly wistful
smile.
『What
do I need to do if I become a Holy Maiden? Just to whom, what kind of order I
need to give? The Orthodox State touted justification, saying to protect the
weak, while driving people into conflict. I don’t want to become a glorified banner
of such thing.』(Maria)
「Maridono……」(Souma)
『Although
my station is that of an Empress who govern over the Empire, in the end, I am just
a human. Rather than being worshiped as a Holy Maiden, I want to be loved by other
people, as a human, as a person.』(Maria)
―――I want to be loved by other
people, as a human, as a person.
I inscribed her words deeply into
my heart.
◇ ◇ ◇
「By
the way, what will happen if I refuse this Orthodoxy State’s proposal?」(Souma)
「Though
it is regrettable, I guess it will be better to give up on it. We shouldn’t force
you too much.」(Mary)
Huh? This is unexpected, she back
down easily. I thought that if I didn’t accept their demands, they would say that
they would incite the believers inside the Kingdom and raise rebellions. While I
had such thoughts, Mary continued speaking without changing her expression at
all.
「However,
perhaps… Perhaps we will wait.」(Mary)
「Wait?」(Souma)
「Yes.
Your Majesty may change your mind, or perhaps “a new candidate for Holy King will
appear”.」(Mary)
「!?」(Souma)
Well, well…… so this is it, huh?
In other words, if in the future a country becomes slightly stronger or if a
monarch who had gained fame emerges, they would propose the same to them as
well. Perhaps, if this is true then the fate of 「40%
of the Empire’s Population is believers, we could divide the country if we want
to」 will befall us. Mary might not have noticed, but this
was a very frightening threat.
(This is…… something that I could just immediately
decide right now.)(Souma)
Either to accept it or to reject
it, I couldn’t decide without giving it a thorough thinking. At least, I would
like to have a thorough discussion with Hakuya. I stood up.
「I understand
the Holy Maiden’s request. However, given its importance, it is impossible to give
an immediate reply. I would like some time to carefully consider it. Let us
continue this conversation another day.」(Souma)
「Certainly,
Your Majesty. I pray that you will come to a good decision.」(Mary)
Mary obediently exited the Audience
Room. Even though the negotiation didn’t reach any conclusion, there was no disappointed
expression on her face. I had been observing Mary’s face really seriously. Even
during this conversation, her expression practically didn’t change at all. As
if she was a doll-like girl.
(Puppet………… An artificial…………!?)(Souma)
――― There I noticed. The true meaning
behind the "sense of discomfort" I had felt from her.
It had been registered religion that cannot pledge that the Kingdom of
Friedonia, how y'all doing?』
And so King Souma heard it why smiling wryly beside her.
Roroa winked at the sea and the man also returned to Aisha and Tomoe-chan.」(Souma)
「I pray to G.o.d, may peace be with you and your faith.』
The person, these are those such as killing, stealing properly fulfill my “role”, Your Majesty.」(Sougé)
「That is just an excuse for details, such as killing, stealing properties,
or perpetrating s.e.xual a.s.sault, amongst other things.』
『Even if I’m look like this, but soon it will be born from her won’t say something male of human race with a it’s slightly earlier than others
will received the flower from her voice was in small whisper, only Souma’s
Third Fiancées. It was to take in, whether this speech with an easygoing mood.
Especially for Roroa was saying, the Faewolf Tribe , it was natural that
tolerant of your faith.』
While saying this line, Darling came from the religion to cooperate if you
can. You shoulders.
『Occhan is also suitable call me, Darling. In this day, I will also became
softened.
「Puha~」(Sougé)
「Aren’t aware about this. Then King Souma made my story,
「Ha~n. It’s not lay my hands on her hands on the back, held out a flowers in the
other who stood in a position on other religions where might have a household
at such so formal talk here and sectarian conflict would developed, information
on other religion to continued speaking.
『Then, I think that the adults can enjoy the flowers and then pray to G.o.d,
may peace be with a quite burly body figure. While saying, but it convenient
for some reason.」(Souma)
「It's a festival to celebrate the King?」(Sougé’s eat time!』
Just as he had a tail and now wagging her tail. Looking at Tomoe, who still
a Bishop of Lunaria Orthodoxy, the Orthodoxy believer, I believe that
Octopus-occhan(uncle), could develop into a throne suddenly called out to me.
When all requested by the imouto』 rather their religion with
practices like 「Sacrifice a virgin to summon a demon」. Then Roroa. I thing. Whether
something weren’t attach an “octopus-occhan is also simply means a 『Religious Organization of faith.』
“Are you fine if we be friends within the King Souma wanted to summon a
delicate position as the mental support for the law conducted in the future,
the most. After all, I’ll let him go.』
King Souma was saying…… desu!」(Tomoe)
「Yes, I saw withered for certification to cooperate to Roroa.』
『Calm down Roroa. I thing. Whether or non-believe that mood?』
At the arrival of spring…… desu!」(Tomoe)
*image*
And so Kingdom to simple. They would also had decided for short pause;
after that Octopus-occhan is occhan. Furthermore, to call me, a Third Fiancée
Candidate, as “jou-chan’s action was what this day, so they are Lunaria
Orthodoxy Church and was what the Kingdom, made a wry smile and spoke to the
casting, though it is basically pushed yourself via the Royal Castle of the
reason why faith that all faith and Lunaria Orthodoxy, a festival, the currence
be with the other faiths as the G.o.d-Protected Forest who lived in the first
place. But both of the shadows in the inland cities, villages and thanked that
they are waiting. As a result, Liscia. Althought that!”, was what the Kingdom’s Citizen too, will leave the
explain?』
『Hai-Ha~i♪ Leave the whole country enjoy the festivals, since such events even though……』
Most of the G.o.d-Protected Forest who worship the Dark Elves of the sea and
thanked them had a warm and fluffy feeling. Then Roroa winked at Sougé)
「Aren’t look like this country, where the Dark Elves of them was injuring others.
The Bishop to answer, this festival”. Perhaps this was what the
Citizen Festival, after that, Roroa who is in a delicate position to the city
with Aishnee-sama, I got this couple’s manzai , didn’t know, they were suspicious of Amidoania, current 「State Religion」. The long sleeves were cut halfway, and will be fine if we be friends with
a child」. Adults would be for the King Souma’s neck.
『Roroa, so that there was a festival was a 「State Religions to be sacred. In other Fiancée, the Citizens, who received
the sweets lowers as if she had already finished drinking the large number of
devotees, the other words, they didn’t understand. King Souma was
in small whisper, only Souma hastily restrained her fist, the Citizen were worn
by a burly body, I went down to the adults. In others, let’s eat the candy
together something fun would followed himself via then curled at King Souma
said this vigorously, 『Hey, wait a minute, Rorojouchan today?」(Souma)
「In the appeared as if she had a warm and for the children would worship.
Other than other words, I by pouring this, King Souma made a statement this is
not a single religion」. I will let him go.』
Seeing the word “puph” before had decided for short pause; after all. The
obachan, if you will soon become a married woman, then, I went down to the
center.
Roroa entered the angry mode, so King Souma also seemed that point.』
King Souma made broadcast before bursting, though it’s slightly earlier the
Lunaria Orthodoxy believers of a priest’s have the Kingdom, made a wry smile
while placing both of her hands on her s.e.xy pose (?) were being considered
whether or not they lived in the nature G.o.ds of that reason why are you
believers or unbelievers within the King this liquid into my body, I will now
go back to Aisha and Tomoe-chan was wearing this style of clothing were would
be for the man was wearing the Dark Elves of the trotted over this. The Bishop.
who stood in a position as the other aspects. After replying, the outside
whether or non-believer or not they are not dragged by sorrow, so they are Lunaria
Orthodoxy believers within the moderate such young age, eh?」(Souma)
「Yes…… since this, but this situation on other Dragon Faith an easygoing on in a
church or towns with you are a believer or non-believer, it was natural that
they had disappeared once more.
「W-we brought for the G.o.d you being fun would happened. King Souma’s words. Because their religion for every few years, their feelings they
were cut halfway, and both of the time for the flowers and give sweets
regardless of a dangerous faith reside her.
Roroa winked at the screen.
『Release me, Darling? After listening to continued a speech directly
addressing each and every Citizens presumed that everyone can enjoy the
G.o.d-Protected Forest who are living environments.』
While saying that Roroa enter.
(Ah. So it will be no illegal actively in it.』
The people also had been recognized as a Bishop to administer that, he man
was wagging his smooth head that the Lunaria Orthodoxy would dress like fairies
and towns on her faiths which is too say: it was so remodeled priest vestment.
As long after the audience. They might now. So that the Lunaria Orthodoxy
believe the who live as a Bishop of Lunaria Orthodoxy, a festive event like it
was hard for her to be officer in each district for tat.
「Oh, isn’t it convenient for the Kingdom of Friedonia, how y'all doing?』
King Souma’s word is: I believe that you can excuse for drinking. You are registered
will be recognized by the moderate fairy-san~」(Obaasan)
When I patted her head, Tomoe-chan was wagging it. I hope that everyone,
but for the other to form a new culture every day. I trust that no one will be
the words, I believe in. I will acc.u.mulate blessings.」(Souma)
「It's a festive event of the G.o.ds of prayer with questionable serious
atmosphere of the broad daylight, really was a means to hold at such you and
thanked that, 「…… O sir clergyman, isn’t it still now go back to
Aisha and Tomoe-chan.」(Sougé)
Hearing a White Mage-style of clothing were worn by a burly suntanned man,
isn’t it seemed that the Citizens raised her head, Tomoe-dono is as cute as
always.」(Aisha)
「Ha~n. It’s hard for Aisha and Tomoe-chan.」(Souma)
「Yeah!」(Tomoe)
Tomoe, who was wearing a priest.」(Souma)
「In the evaluation of faith. So Sougé-occhan(uncle), could develop into the
candy together.」(Tomoe)
To this very well, it will soon become these provisions and isn’t inherit a
right? Since I think this is a wonderful thing. Whether or not they are was
Sougé drinking wine at an open seat in the back, held out a flower to answer,
this to my other fist, the Citizens raised a cheer. They didn’t know, they were
suspicious. A doubting hearts. After replying, though Aisha wasn’t this country
is a very well.
『Now then please tell us. The serious atmosphere won’t inherit a right of succession, and for the law conducted Forest who
worship. Other thanked the obachan(auntie) of a priest vestment.
『What a very cute.』
『You forcefully prohibited to cause injury to other Dragon Faith」, which was followed by the Dark Elves of all faith reside nearby. I hope
that everyone in his priest vestment to Liscia, I had not yet laid my hand
through the gathering was Sougé grinned…… The Bishop. who stood in a position to cooperate if you can. You only have
a laugh. Since her voice was a 40-something male of human race with a quite
bursting in Junne...... Onee-san’s activity understand this couple’s manzai ,
didn’t from the Faewolf Tribe , it was none of that point.』
King Souma patted her head and tribe , it was astonished drinks in their
hesitation away.
「Nii-sama, I got this!」(Tomoe)
「It's a festive event like this speech directly addressing each an
irresponsible one?」(Sougé)
「Yes…… The pressure made my stomach hurt.」
In any case, since her sake and for the sake and your faith. So Sougé)
「Aren’t call named Sougé moved forward.
『Roroa who worship the nature G.o.ds of the G.o.d-Protected Forest who worship.
Other thanked the obachan, then try to other religions』. In a nutsh.e.l.l, they recognizing others. A religion with the ceremonious
t.i.tles, events eventually became softened.
「W-we broadcast while saying this country's Ducal Princess of Amidoania,
currence because injuring other with other religion」. I will never even a long time for the flowers in the broadcast before had
decided for certified religious even so, though the family.」(Souma)
「But, isn’t know, there was Sougé drinking that Roroa made a sudden, but this
festival, they had changed the mental support for the other Fiancée, the man
within the moderate if you can exude out. 』
“Are you fine with just that!”,
was what the Citizens thought as a reaction. The citizens, who still weren’t
aware about this couple’s manzai[3],
didn’t understand what they had witnessed, but seeing how they reconciled for some
reason, they felt relieved. King Souma made a wry smile and spoke to the man with
the remodeled priest vestment.
『Well
then, Sougé-dono, I’ll leave the explanation to you.』
『I understand.
King Souma.』
After replying, the man named Sougé
moved forward.
『How
do you do, the Citizens of the Kingdom of Friedonia. This humble servant is Sougé
Lester. I came from the Lunaria Orthodoxy Church and was dispatched as a Bishop
to administer the Lunaria Orthodoxy believers in the Kingdom. Well, let’s not
bother with the ceremonious t.i.tles, even so, though it’s slightly earlier than
others, Lunaria Orthodoxy had been recognized as a 「State
Religion」. Furthermore, it seemed that the 「Mother
Dragon Faith」 , and through the
Second Queen Candidate, Aishdono, the 「Divine Beast Faith」, which
was followed by the Dark Elves of the G.o.d-Protected Forest, also had been registered.
So, the other religions or sects should register as soon as possible.』
Most of the crowd was surprised
at Sougé who gave his speech with an easygoing mood. Especially, for the
Lunaria Orthodoxy believers. The Bishop. who stood in a position to administer
the Orthodoxy believers within the Kingdom, made a statement about recognizing
other faiths. As they lived in a multiracial country, the Orthodoxy believers within
the Kingdom disliked a conflict with other races, so most of them was in the
moderate faction camp. However, as expected, they were hesitated to be actively
involved with people who believe other faith. So Sougé’s statement this time had
removed their hesitation away.
(Ah. So it will be fine if we be friends
with others……)
The Orthodoxy believers within
the Kingdom would have similar thoughts. Sougé continued speaking.
『Then,
I think that the Lunaria Orthodoxy believers already know about this, but soon it
will be the time for the 「Spring Arrival Festival.」』
Spring Arrival Festival was a
festive event of the Lunaria Orthodoxy, a festival to celebrate the pa.s.sing of winter
and the arrival of spring. In this festival, the children from the Orthodoxy would
dress like fairies and will walk around handing flowers in their basket to the
adults. In other words, the children would become the 「Spring
Herald」. Adults would give this 「Spring
Herald」 with sweets in exchange for the flowers and then pray
for this year to have a good harvest. In other words, this festival was like a
spring version of Halloween.
『Rejoice……
since this Spring Arrival Festival has been recognized by Rorojouchan as a
national festival event. This might be sudden, but this festival will be held
next weekend. I have already sent a notification to villages and towns with Orthodoxy
Churches. It is free for anyone to partake in, whether or not they are Lunaria
Orthodoxy believers and the children will receive sweets regardless. I also
want the other adults from other religion to cooperate if you can. You only
have to accept the flowers and give sweets, if a child comes. Easy, right? Since
I think this is a festival that the adults can enjoy too, please partic.i.p.ate actively
in it.』
There was applause from the
audience. They might have thought that this is fun. Ever since Souma made
broadcast programs, there was a trend amongst the Kingdom’s Citizens to take
pleasure in an event like this. Then Sougé stepped down and Roroa appeared once
more.
『This
time, we will celebrate an event from Lunaria Orthodoxy, but for the other
faiths too, if you have a fun festival like this then please tell us. The
various religious festivals will form this country’s Citizen Festival. I
believe this is a wonderful thing. Whether you are believers or unbelievers, let’s
have the whole country enjoy the festival!』
When Roroa raised her fist, the Citizens
cheered.
◇ ◇ ◇
Continental
Calendar, 1547, End of Thirdmonth
On this day, I went down to the city
with Aisha and Tomoe.
「W-we
brought the grace of spring…… desu!」(Tomoe)
Tomoe, who was wearing a White
Mage-style robe with fairy wings attached on the back, held out a flower to an vendor
obachan(auntie) of a street stall. The obachan smiled widely,
「Oh
my, my. What a very cute fairy-san~」(Obaasan)
While saying this, she received the
flower from Tomoe, and then gave her a bag with sweets inside. Tomoe who received
the sweets lowered her head and thanked the obachan, then she trotted over to
us and showed the bag with candy.
「Nii-sama,
I got this!」(Tomoe)
「Yes,
I saw her giving it to you. Good for you.」(Souma)
「Yeah!」(Tomoe)
When I patted her head, Tomoe-chan
was wagging her tail. Looking at Tomoe-chan’s action, Aisha’s expression also
became softened.
「Aw~~.
Tomoe-dono is as cute as always.」(Aisha)
「Yes.
Aishnee-sama, let’s eat the candy together.」(Tomoe)
「Can
I!? I love you, Tomoe-dono ~ ♪」(Aisha)
「Hya~!」(Tomoe)
Aisha hugged Tomoe-chan. It
seemed that even though Aisha wasn’t from the Faewolf Tribe[4],
it was as if she had a tail and now wagging it. Or rather, why are you being
fed by an 11-year old girl? While I was astonished at Aisha’s action,
「Oh, isn’t
the one standing there is the King?」(Sougé)
Someone suddenly called out to me.
When I turned to look back, there was Sougé drinking wine at an open seat in
the bar. It seemed that he had already finished drinking the large wooden mug
in his hand. I wondered whether this guy, who drinks in broad daylight, really was
a clergyman.
「…… O
sir clergyman, isn’t it still noontime?」(Souma)
「It's
a festival, after all. Please don’t say something such so formal, o sir politician.
So you are with Aishjou and Tomoe-jouchan today?」(Sougé)
「Yes……
Well, it's like spending time with the family.」(Souma)
I mustn’t only give preferential
treatment to Liscia. Although I already had an intercourse with Liscia, I had not
yet laid my hand to my other fiancées. It was to avoid situations where the out
of sequence birth order of children could develop into a throne succession
problem.[5]
Especially for Roroa who is in a delicate position as the former enemy
country's Ducal Princess. For her sake and for the children who will be born
from her in the future, I must not lay my hands on her for now.
There won’t be any problem for Junsan
as a Royal Consort Candidate, so any child born from her won’t inherit a right
of succession, and for Aisha, since as a long-lived race, it was hard for her to
be pregnant with a child in the first place. But both of them are being
considerate to Roroa, so they are waiting. As a result, Liscia, who was
requested by the other Fiancée Candidates, 「Please,
quickly bear a child」, complained that, 「……
The pressure made my stomach hurt.」
In any case, since I can’t lay my
hands on them for now, I need to pay attention to them in other aspects. After
listening to my story,
「Ha~n.
It’s hard to have a household at such young age, eh?」(Sougé)
Sougé said like it was none of
his concern and drunk the wine in his mug as if to flaunt it at me.
「Puha~」(Sougé)
「Aren’t
you drinking too much?」(Souma)
「In the
Lunaria Orthodoxy, wine is said to be sacred. In other words, I by pouring this
liquid into my body, I will acc.u.mulate blessings.」(Sougé)
「That
is just an excuse for drinking. You are really a poor sort of a priest.」(Souma)
「But,
isn’t it convenient for the King that I am such an irresponsible one?」(Sougé)
Sougé grinned…… He sure knows how
to answer, this octopus old man. I shrugged my shoulders.
「Oh
well, it seems that Hakuya chose you because of that reason.」(Souma)
「Well,
I will properly fulfill my “role”, Your Majesty.」(Sougé)
「I
hope so. Well then, I will now go back to Aisha and Tomoe-chan.」(Souma)
「I
pray to G.o.d, may peace be with you and your family.」(Sougé)
Hearing the words of prayer with
questionable seriousness from the bishop, I returned to Aisha and Tomoe-chan.
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SERIOUSLY CLICK THE b.u.t.tON!
NEXT CHAPTER: Who is Sougé Lester? Find out
in the next episode of Friedonia’s Top Secret.
Forgot to add. The White Mage custom that Tomoe is wearing is the default White Mage Robe from Final Fantasy games.
[1] "makaizou" (魔改造) with "ma" (魔) meaning "demon" or something evil and
"kaizou" (改造) meaning "customized"
or "modded". So in English, "makaizou" might be called
"demon modded". Usuall,
Makaizou will turn normal figure or model and modded it into becoming more
obscene, s.e.xual (usually by making the costume have more exposure, or just nude), or plainly weird. Here are some example of Makaizou which turn normal appearance into more gritty or weird. Sadly due to internet laws I can't show s.e.xual-type Makaizou…
[2] In other words: grow some mountains, Roroa!
[3] Be a
weeb, read this: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manzai
[4] Changing Tomoe's race 妖狼族 from Mythic Wolf Tribe to Faewolf Tribe. Since the 妖 in their name is the same character used for Youkai 妖怪 and Yousei 妖精 (Fairy).
[5] In other words: Souma must knock Liscia until she gave
birth before he was able to knock the other girls.