(EP.410)Blue #1
410 – Marys Blue #1
When I was still heteros*xual.
I grew up in an orphanage based in a religious institution. Thanks to this, my life became quite accustomed to religion and belief.
It feels like praying before eating or before going to bed in the evening.
He told me to pray to my Father who is in heaven. I’ve never had a father, so I honestly don’t know what that feels like.
Thanks to this, I couldn’t say that I was a good believer, and I only remember that worship services were just boring and boring.
What was the best thing about being able to run around and play with the children after the service was over?
Anyway.
For me, with the background of growth as above, the existence of ‘god’ felt like wearing a white beard. Should I call it a statue of a grandfather with a white beard or a middle-aged father?
In that sense, as the wizard’s hierarchy rose, the awe-inspiring existence I saw from beyond the gate did not match the image of a god I had been thinking of at all.
It seemed transcendent, but impersonal.
He was more like a judge than a father. Thanks to that, it took me a while before I realized that the god and the guy spoken of in the Church of Light and Salt were the same thing.
“Solomon, the Church, and even the heroes of the past who marched to the north must have known the existence of that gate and beyond. Are my guesses correct?”
I told St. Friga all my feelings. Although most of the saint’s face was covered by two eyepatches that crossed in an X, it was difficult to read her expression.
“that… .”
I could sense that she was agitated in her own way with my sensitive half-elf sense.
Yes. I have spoken briefly what can be called the secrets of this world and of the universe. Even if Saint Friga is a master of the poker face, she can’t help but be embarrassed.
“… … .”
“… … .”
Thanks to you, there is a moment of silence between us. Only Mirna Draco said, “God? Are you saying you have seen God?” when he was asking me questions.
The saint opened her heavy lips.
“The answer is, it’s not something I can come up with. In order to get the answer, it would be quicker to ask or see and confirm.”
It was like an answer that reminded me of someone. Is it because they are religious? Or is it because they were motivated to study together? There may be many reasons, but Saint Theodorus and Theodorus had some similarities.
“It’s like the story of Theodorus.”
“Have you met that man… !?”
Didn’t I think that name would be mentioned by me? The saint, who tried to keep her composure without much reaction, raises her voice despite mentioning the existence of a god beyond the door.
“Where is the man? Now where and what? Are you talking about me too?”
“ah… .”
Apparently, the saint was unaware that Vasago and Theodorus were staying in this arc. This is something the two of you will have to figure out on your own.
I am just answering like a difficult religious person.
“That’s what I’m going to tell you. If you search for it yourself, you may find the answer unexpectedly close to you.”
The saint frowned at him, the face covered by the eyepatch.
“It’s really funny.”
“I just did the same answer I heard.”
“Hmm.”
Hmm, Saint Friga coughing in vain. She said.
“Well, anyway, this is the end of the story. Professor Balan will be in the basement, so take him with you. But there are conditions.”
Instead of freeing Professor Balaan, you put conditions on it. I’m not the kind of woman who’s going to pass easily. Even the strict Mirna wasn’t like this. Thanks, I’m a little tired.
“What are the conditions?”
Friga speaks firmly to my question.
“Tell me.”
“word.”
I also answered firmly. However, Friga has such a disgusting expression that it can be felt through the eye mask.
“… No, don’t say that. Say you don’t investigate or dig further into the door and beyond. Who knows why?”
“I don’t make promises.”
I turned around and refused. That is to say, there are other conditions. However, the attitude of the saint was surprisingly as heavy as a rock.
“It’s not a promise, it’s just something to say. ‘Cause it’s okay to lie You want me to tell you, at least verbally.”
I can just say this? I don’t know what she’s up to, but as long as it’s okay to use blank checks, there’s no harm in me.
“If possible, make sure you don’t go over the wall or over the door.”
“Okay then.”
slurp.
Only then did the atmosphere of Saint Friga loosen.
“Oh, and congratulations on your wedding. Heartily. Sir Tae Oh, I am just hoping that you and your family will be as happy as they are now.”
“thank you.”
* * *
Seonghwangcheong’s heresy interrogation was rumored to be severe.
They dig into the fragility of the minds and bodies of torture victims with their clever and precise skills, and they lose their minds and accept confessions.
Even Professor Balaan, who transcends human beings, could not have been able to stay undisturbed in their methods. Professor Balan, who is locked in a cage, shouts.
“Tae, please save Tae-oh… ! The saint’s stingrays tormented me and me… !”
Because of the bullying, Balaan’s condition seemed to be fine. It is clean with no injuries or intimidation. But she shed tears and runny nose like a very distressed person.
The reason is because of the garlic that surrounds the dungeon.
“Hey… ! garlic… !”
There is no reason for Professor Balaan to suffer from garlic. I don’t know why, but Ars Novas hate garlic very much.
━Creung… !
It’s the same with Bael, the spider of conscience who builds a house in my heart, so I had to ask Mrs. Marmar or Mirna to get Professor Balaan out.
“Lady, could you open that door for me?”
“Ugh… , I think it would be better to just leave it as it is.”
Mirna seemed to be very pleased with Professor Balaan being imprisoned in such a prison full of garlic. Because the core of Mirna’s heart about Professor Balaan has not been fully resolved yet.
Maybe it will last a lifetime.
Still, I can’t blame her. Rather, I wonder if I am the one who keeps Mirna and Balaan together at the same place.
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“Give me the key.”
Then Mirna took the key from my hand and unlocked the dungeon.
The prison door opens with a clank. Soon, Professor Balan jumped out like a stray cat hiding under the bonnet and said, “Wow… !” started to vomit.
Mirna looked at him with eyes that were difficult to explain.
“You’re weak against garlic. If I had known this right away… . Seeing this, it’s funny. Did the Draco family just fall into existence like this?”
Then, he stroked the back of Professor Balan, who was constantly nauseated. From that look, I felt a kindness that even Saint Friga could not feel.
Mirna also has a broad heart. Well, if it wasn’t for that, I wouldn’t have accepted a position like a harem’s wife. I said.
“Mirna-sama is broad-minded.”
“It’s just realistic. Even if I blame Professor Balaan right now, it won’t produce anything. Also, I learned something good today. Garlic.”
Shh.
Mirna picks up a bunch of garlic from the open dungeon. Prof. Balan said to that strong smell, “Gi-bei… !” he uttered a vampire-like sound that burned to death.
“If you get into another accident later, then I’ll really get rid of it, Professor Balan. Don’t forget that I’m always watching.”
“… … .”
Balaan trembled as if terrified. I thought it would be a bit harsh to leave the two of them alone, so I decided to intervene in the story.
“So Professor Balaan, why did you do such a reckless thing? You must not know how dangerous it is to attack a saint here in Gracia.”
“Well, that’s not what I did on purpose… .”
“Isn’t that on purpose?”
“I was taken advantage of. When we left the portal, the saint was nearby, as if waiting for us. After talking a few words… .”
ugh Balan frowned.
“Well, I don’t remember very well, but I heard something. Suddenly, I can’t stand it… . As if being manipulated towards the saint… .”
But he said he was caught by the soldiers nearby. As a result, I was locked up in a room full of garlic like this.
“Obviously, Agareth who dwells inside the saint… . I think it was his talent. Well, I can’t remember exactly what it was, but… .”
Agareth.
I was told it was the second major magic. Clearly, Saint Friga still has a lot of variables. So what kind of powers does Agareth have?
bael do you know
ㅡHyo… .
I see
Even Bael doesn’t seem to know. Why were these guys so indifferent to each other on subjects of the same origin? Maybe it’s because I didn’t know it would all be scattered like this.
silkygoat was the goat. cry
No.
There are a lot of people who don’t even know themselves in the first place. It would be rather strange to know other people well.
Shh.
I spread my palms out. Every wrinkle on the palm feels unusually unfamiliar. My palms looked like this. Suddenly, I wondered what kind of person I was.
So I asked Mirna.
“Mirna-sama, what do you think about my appearance?”
“… Suddenly?”
“yes. I suddenly became curious.”
“Just, what… .”
Mirna groans strangely. She quickly turned her eyes aside to avoid my gaze and hesitated. His face looks strangely red.
“… Just what, I don’t know. Don’t ask in a place like this!”
Mirna pinching my side. Tears seemed to flow.
* * *
Fortunately, I was able to return to the palace of Angmar before midnight. The young girls who have been waiting for us hear from me.
Fine sea anemone.
“That’s how it happened.”
When I finished my explanation, Elgar sighed heavily.
“Well, anyway, it’s fixed. nothing has been resolved I knew it wasn’t something that could be solved in one day.”
As Elgar said, the internal division of the Church continues, and we do not know what kind of storm we will be swept by because of it. But I felt reassured to sit with everyone like this.
Should we say that if we become each other’s rafts, we will be able to overcome any wave? So I asked them with a light heart.
“So, what are our plans for tomorrow? Now you have to prepare for the wedding for a long time. There must be something I need to do.”
Then all the women at the table said, “Ugh… .” he let out a long snort. It was when I felt a little uneasy about the attitude as if we were weaving each other.
said Elgar.
“Tomorrow, you have work to do.”