350 341. If daily life is sunny, extraordinary is shaded (1/2)

Another side

If the wise men make a secret move in the continent, there will be a moving current elsewhere as well.

The day of departure is now approaching in Isual.

””.........”

Two men and one woman each .

The priesthood state Trice, gathered in the cathedral, they now saw a mystery.

The chosen elite, elected from both the kingdom and the theocracy.

Originally imposing and prideful, they would have stood out, but now, in the presence of God's Apostle, they chose to kneel and look up into the face and be silent.

It is not because they are nervous to be silent, but because they were overwhelmed by the presence standing in front of them. I've encountered a presence that makes it hard to think about opening your mouth.

I see, are you the ones who have been chosen?

The oracle was ordained and right on time, three pairs of pure white wings descended from the light, and a beautiful woman dressed in white robes and standing with a golden staff in hand.

She looked at the three kneeling women and recognized them as her guides.

I am Nissiya, an angel sent by the Lord to this land.

Graceful, but never bowing.

A gentle smile shines on your face, your golden hair reaching to your waist, gently rustling in the wind.

The golden hair that reaches her waist with a gentle smile and billows gently in the wind.

”Cutthroat angel, Master Nissiya.

The woman who is the red dot in the kneeling announces the name of his presence, but Nysia does not respond.

Affirmation, let alone denial, makes no sense.

A being of slightly higher stature than the average woman, but a work of God, composed of perfect proportions.

Second place in the hierarchy of cutthroats

Nicia

Second in the pecking order of God's closest beings.

Don't think that you are a step ahead of the highest beings.

The difference between the first and second ranks of the cutthroat angels will not be measured to man.

The apostles sent by God are such beings whose authenticity cannot be denied by any one.

No one can complain with impudence in the face of such a being.

””.........”

In fact, he was unable to answer Nisia's question.

Normally, the oldest knight commander elected by the kingdom should have answered, but he did not open his mouth.

He himself has been given the rank of knight commander, but he is still young, in his 20s.

A court mage kneeling next to him is old enough to be considered a boy.

And the saint from the theocracy kneeling next to her is also a teenager.

The place where warriors, mages and saints who would normally be considered veterans, and saints should be here is filled with such youngsters.

It is true that they are talented but their lack of experience is undeniable.

But there was a reason for that.

Now is wartime and personnel who can leave the field are limited.

The country honestly wants to keep experienced and reliable personnel on hand.

But it is also true that the oracle is important.

So what do we do?

These three people were the best members I could find.

And she was the hardest worker.

The kingdom is famous for the disagreement between the knights and wizards.

Despite their strength, their pride tends to get in the way of their ability and they tend to disregard the word cooperation.

They are a group of physical strength supremacists, a group of insidious and gloomy people.

They always pay attention to find out the rough edges of the other party to the extent that you might think they are bullying their mother-in-law.

In fact, if it wasn't in front of the king when they met, it was five seconds before the battle broke out.

And instead of the king, who left the scene with the three of you, it was her, the saint, who took over for the king.

”What?　At this time!”?

But even if she was forced to do something awkward, she showed her determination to represent her country.

She is talented, young and up-and-coming.

Her pride is as high as the sky.

They quarrel and bring down the atmosphere, and each time Eshley takes over with spunk, guts and desperation.

On the surface, she tries to act like a saint, but inwardly she swings the club full force.

Get in the way and it could turn into a national problem.

Recently, Eshley had begun to wonder if the reason her own recovery technique had improved so quickly was because she was healing her aching stomach.

Oui, yes!　We are your guides.

That's why she was able to answer Nisia's question, a hard-working person who is half-open and not a genius who would be able to be opportunistic at such a last minute.

Although on the spur of the moment, she has shown herself to be in a position to speak above the normally respected Knight Commander Alben and the court mage Majesus.

”I see, you will allow me to identify myself. What is your name?

”Yes, I have been ordained a saint by the priesthood state of Trice. My name is Eshlyria Mikard.

From Nicia's point of view, human status is a matter of no consideration.

Usable or useless.

Even if it's not, it's only measured by how much faith you have.

You don't show any concern, and you memorize the name Eshley like you memorize symbols.

However, a strange coincidence occurred here.

The pilgrim priestess who met Jiro and his friends last year had made an extraordinary rise in her career and was here to face the divine messenger.

If Jiro hadn't saved her that day and at that time, she wouldn't have been here.

And she wouldn't have been able to treat her aching stomach, even though she wanted to, and she wouldn't have tried her best.

She was here because the top brass in Trice were reluctant to send another precious saint to you.

Saints are basically of noble blood.

They are often ladies of so-called noble bloodlines.

It is partly because of their inherent talent for healing magic, but also because of their ancestral history.

As a result, there are many ties to them.

To be honest, it was decided that no matter how important the story was, it was not a good idea to dispatch such an unwieldy and useless entity that could change the future influence of the power.

It's Eshley. I learned that name.

It's an honor.

In the view of the higher-ups, who might say, ”This is not the time for such things,” the most important thing to them is whether the chair they are sitting in now is safe or not.