56 55. Seven Knights in Heaven Second Place Hein Hellville Shine.txt (1/2)

The second place in the pecking order of the Celestial Knights, Hein Helvilleshain.

That's what I am now.

--I am not a knight of Rastiara Fuzzyards.

A knight who could not be anyone's knight. I am a pathetic man born into a famous family of knights of the Hoozeyards and living in fear of their family name.

Such was the case when I met the young lady when I was eighteen years old, shortly after I was appointed to the ”Seven Celestial Knights” (Celestial Knights).

She was led into the dimly lit basement of the cathedral, through several layers of sealed doors, and met her in a room with only one candle.

At that moment, the young lady was asleep with her eyes closed.

On the soft bed, covered with a pure white sheet, the young lady was an unworldly beauty.

I had heard a brief description of it earlier, so I understood that it was the 'Vessel of Saint Tiara'.

I gulped and looked at the young lady - at the girl.

''Is this that 'tiara' ......?

Oh, it's a long-sought dream of my country's Foozeyards, a masterpiece of magic technology. It's the magical body of the Rebirth, as left by that saint Tiara.

The man who showed me around, Feydert, answered briefly.

He is a mature man who is acting as the deputy to the vizier of the Fuzzy Yards State. Currently, the ”Seven Celestial Knights” (Celestial Knights) report directly to Feydert, so he is my superior.

As you can see from his cloudy eyes, he has a somewhat hard-edged temperament, but his loyalty to his country is second to none - he's still a better boss.

”How long have you been doing this?　From the looks of it, he's probably in his mid-teens: ......?

No, she's a zero-year-old. It's only recently that the body was able to be fixed. She's about three months old, I think: ......

'Three months ......?　Then why so much ......

I am surprised.

The girl sleeping in front of me can't be a baby.

She is almost as tall as I am. I'm not going to be able to say that I'm an adult.

It's possible with today's magical technology. This had to be done in time for the Nativity in three years' time, and naturally the physical age was increased as well. The year and date of the prophecy of the Founder, the day of the prophecy, I have to offer the sixteen year old finished product. ......

'Oh, yeah? ......

Feydert continues to explain like it's nothing.

'You have been chosen to be an educator for that purpose. Knight Hein Helvirshain.

Education Officer: ......

'For now, I will treat it as a descendant of that saint, Tiara. Let him have his status as a present-day god and prepare him for the day to come. ...... I want you to be responsible for some of those preparations. You will not be able to get rid of them. When that saint descends, if his body is weak and dull, his plans will be delayed. I will have the saint working immediately.

Finally, I can see the story.

In short, it's my task to train this girl as a vessel that will not be disrespectful to Saint Tiara.

''Should I train her?　I think I can do that much.

No, it's not just about working out. This is where it starts to matter.

Feydert continues to speak, his eyes cloudy.

'Directly, there is an ego to this. When that happens, the question is whether or not this girl will accept the ritual in a presentable manner. I need you to guide me in a lot of ways to do that.

A shadow falls over the story I can see.

I answer with a question.

'Well, um, do you develop an ego?　This girl...?　Different from the saintly tiara, another girl's heart is ......?

'It's no wonder. This (...) is no one yet, but it's also a baby born a few months or so ago. Its ego may refuse to be painted over by the ego of Saint Tiara.

Nuh-uh-uh, will it be painted over?　Not living together, but being painted over?　It's--

Doesn't that mean this kid is going to die?

Just as I was about to think of this, and to kindle a faint sense of righteous indignation, I was interrupted by a cold string of words.

'This is the decision of the nation, the consensus of Revanism, the will of the Founder. Knight Hain.

............

My little righteous indignation was easily crushed by the ice cube of a national decision.

'This (...) will make you a saint for all to worship. That is to be celebrated, not pitied. You could say that this is a rebellion against your country.

No, no, no, I would never do that.

What's the rebellion?

He says what he wants to say just because he's in a higher position.

I spit inwardly and bow my head.

''What, the girl will gladly become Rustyala. We will gladly welcome it. The people will celebrate it gladly. --They will. Then no one will be unhappy, will they?　Making everyone happy. That's your job. That's why they chose you, a man of your age and a good storyteller. You can color the beauty of Levantineism, the greatness of Saint Tiara, and the preciousness of mission and devotion with your best creations. That's all.

That's the end of the story, Feydert breaks off the explanation.

But it's not enough to explain at all.

I'm not going to tell me the origins, the plan, and its founder's will.

I guess that means that newer, terminated knights don't need to know anything.

Naturally, I have to follow it.

I'm going to have to bite my lip and bear it. That's the fate of the knights of Helvirshine.

'Good, I leave it to you. Knight of Helvilleshain (・・・・・・・・・).

With that, Feydert put a chain of words on me.

Turning his back on me, who can only accept the chains solemnly, Feydert walks out of the room.

In the dimly lit room I was left behind, I sigh and approach the bed where the girl sleeps.

.............

--This was the first encounter between me and the young lady.

And I would wake the girl up.

'Hey, hey. I'm Hain. Nice to meet you.

I approached him as gently, yet openly as possible.

For now, it's to earn his trust as an educator.

The girl gets up, holding her aching head in check.

'Oh, oooh ......, ha, hain?　Wow, I, I am ......?　My head is ......

The girl understands my words and honestly tries to remember her name.

But I realize that I don't know my name.

'Me, me me me ......?　Wait, you don't know my name?　Ugh, all sorts of information, all sorts of information, comes and goes: ......!

From his words, I infer the condition of the girl.

Perhaps she had planted everyday knowledge and words in the blood technique.

If left alone, she would know the basics of what a sixteen year old needs to know. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to have such a smooth conversation with her at three months old.

'No, you don't have to do it. No, don't worry, I have a name for you.

As I say this, the girl opens her eyes and stares at me. Purely, she stares at me as if she had seen a light soon after she was born.

I give the girl who saw the light a name.

It's a name that Feydert has prepared for her.