193 Dispatch of the Virgin 5 (1/2)

Ride a luxurious carriage with a crest, even when you were just married.

And lots of carriages, lots of escorts, lots of escorts, lots of luxury carriages.

What is this, a Western-style big names queue?

For me alone, my prestige as a ”saint” and as a ”royal” was also intense, as the exaggerated party set out for the designated place of the ”people of the Grange”.

In contrast to Lecter, who was seemingly calm on the surface but sent a strangely lonely glitter, the priest's farewell along the way.

”Oh ~ mountain carriages ~ fluffy cushions ~ fluffy blankets ~ and luxurious tents! This is luxurious!”

And every time I took a break, I was constantly peeking around with a candle.

Yes, that sounds fun.

And I know that Father Austin's Lucky Bill, which is a classic pocket money earner for Father's journey, was earned quite a lot by selling it to his companions and other people.

Attention? Of course not.

That's how you sell the priest's ”protection” skills, and thanks to the many people in this line, they end up as a big ”protection” to protect this line, making them very unlikely to suffer from banditry and accidents, so they can travel.

Anyway, it's expensive and it works really well, that bill.

Recently, I have become accustomed to seeing magic, and if I try my best, I can see things that are under magic.

Then the priest's bill was always shining faintly, and I could see that there was magic there.

And once in a while, it really shines brightly and protects its owner from some bad luck. I can't tell you to stop anymore. Rather, thank you.

”Hey, Lek, that's a good guy. Oh, it's fun.”

Apparently, Father Lecter's appreciation also exploded.

At first, I thought it was a lonely journey by myself, but in fact, there were some priests who could come to mind, and I was going to spend some time feeling the signs of Lecter who was supposed to be away.

After all, all of the people who were chosen as my companions in constant contact with me were very serious, kind, and above all favorable to me because Lecter was reassuring because he was re-evaluating them.

Plus, this luxurious piece of equipment and an overrated escort.

Everything Lecter has prepared for me.

In addition to the luxurious carriages with my Lector crest, there are a variety of carriages that carry golden chairs with total embroidered cushions, fluffy pillows hanging on silk, and thick, heavy, large, sturdy and splendid tents that fold. Many other items that would normally be omitted if you were to travel. It's all probably the finest.

I mean, almost everything I used in that castle.

How many beds are there no more? Hey, do you need this total embroidered cushion for your trip? I thought it was scary and not dirty. It's the same as the one I always use.

Anyway, all of it. All of it.

What the hell are you thinking?

Before I left, when I saw equipment that was almost the same as what I was using every day loaded one after the other, I was surprised and stuck with my mouth open. This is exactly what happens when you open your mouth.

”What?” I swallowed that word, but I couldn't take it for granted, like Lecter.

Why on earth did these things exist for travel? For Lectol? Oh, well, I guess so.

But aren't feather pillows and embroidered silk duvets something to carry around?

Wouldn't it be better to round the cloth and put it on a pillow and put it on a blanket?

I thought it would be luxurious just to have someone to sleep with.

As the priest said, it is more comfortable than a small inn.

It's like a luxury hotel in a tent. Even in mid-winter, the heating is dusty and very comfortable.

After you've been wiped with warm water, you'll have a delicious dinner about the table, and a well-timed after-dinner moment of warm tea.

There's nothing here. It's supposed to be mid-winter wilderness, right?

That's great, Father.

”That's what the Farglow royalty is all about!”

Of course, with Lecter's consideration, the priest enjoys the same elegance as I do.

He's with me all the time because of his intentions.

Thanks to you, I don't miss you, and I'm comfortable.

Right now, it's as easy as Father or Lecter to call me ”anise” without a title.

I don't know, but it seems that people accompanying me are increasingly looking at the priest with respect, so maybe something happened with the ”lucky bill”.

It seemed to have become quite popular with this group.

Such a priest sometimes made me complain with distant eyes.

”If Lecter is attacked by an enemy on a large scale that the guards can't handle, he told me to abandon everything and run away with the guards, but I can't, I can't believe I abandoned all this luxury.”