“Ah! Miss Marlene! You've arrived. How have you been? ”
“I'm always the same. I spend most of my time in Castle Rock, aside from attending state meetings. My schedule is busier than I originally thought… Actually, I don't have time for hobbies. ”
“Oh... How's your father? ”
“Yes, always correct. You've been having a hard time since you retired, but have you found a new hobby... Miss Violet, how have you been? ”
“ ……. ”
I don't want to answer questions like this. Tr a n s la t e d by Jpm t l.ｃoｍ
“There's got to be something I can do. I'm a senator... and I live in a mansion with my father and mother in my sights. My father said he would arrange a spot at the Continent Protection Council... Stop... I'm ashamed to say this, but I'm not ready for many things. ”
“Ah…. I'm sorry."
“No, Miss Marlene doesn't need to be sorry. It's all my fault... I think Miss Marlene is really great compared to me. Whenever I meet with other friends, I always hear the story of Senator Marlene. ”
“Yes? I'm not that great... ”
“You're amazing enough. As a congressman of the Church, he contributes to the development of the Church... and deals with many responsibilities. I hear Castle's getting better every day. It's against the frontier of the Republic... and I admire it... even though it must be hard. ”
It was not a lie. Senator Marlene was not as conspicuous in Earl Castelock's infancy, but she has been a rave among noble nobility since the Empire turned into a trade.
T ranslated by Jp m t l.ｃ o m It didn't show up at the church every time, but at the meeting, it was always about Senator Marlene.
‘I thought it would be the same over time. ’
If you ask her which side she was on before, she will say she left the mainstream.
Castle Rock's whereabouts were far from the capital, and none of the spirits wanted to be friends with Marlene, who was vibrant but had a strange corner.
If it weren't for Earl Castlock's influence in the Empire at the time, Marlene might not have been invited to the meeting.
‘I was actually excluded from some meetings. ’
I didn't disrespect the spirit of Marlene, but I was with the spirits who were suitable at the time...
‘I couldn't help it. ’
Seeing strange pictures by yourself, mumbling strange noises... You were so different from the other babies.
Honestly, if it wasn't for your mother, you probably wouldn't have gotten along with Marlene either.
Thanks to that, you were able to realize what Marlin was like and get along well… but I remember being uncomfortable at the time.
“But I'm here because of Senator Marlene. ”
“I got lucky. I was really fortunate to have Senator Kathryn to pay me back. I was wondering who I should come with... It just occurred to me that Miss Violet had never been to a prayer. ”
“Y-you 're remembering. ”
“Of course. Miss Violet... she's my friend. ”
T r ansl ate d b y ｊp m t l .ｃ om “Miss Marlene... D-do you really think it's okay for someone like me to sit here? ”
Look at the side slightly.
‘It's Jeongyan. ’
Whoever sits next to him must be Hanzo. Turning to the right, Oskar, the leader of the Church, is seated.
“Oskar. ”
“Senator Marlene. It's good to see you again. I've never seen you around... ”
“B-Violet. It's an honor to meet you. ”
“He's my friend. ”
“I see. Nice to meet you. ”
I shook Oskar's hand.
We didn't talk much, but it shouldn't be too hard to keep beating.
There are literally leaders of the Church here. Jeongyan and several other blue guild members, even new guilds, are invisible. Maybe he's sitting in the second or third row.
There are important positions, socially powerful people, respected people, and war heroes who are at war.
No matter how much you look at it, you don't belong here. Before the prayer starts, the voices of sitting down to talk are heard heavily.
It seems to me that I have heard about or heard that there are gold units in the continent that are hard to imagine.
If this were a church, I would stand up and say hello to you, but not in that mood. Tra ns late d by Jp ｍ tl .ｃ o ｍ
‘Quiet.'
Definitely different from the head of the church. Asking each other's greetings quietly seems very cautious, calm and well organized.
There were similar seats in the gatherings of the old nobles, but they were solemn enough not to compare with them.
I could feel how much the people here respected this prayer.
“You don't have to be so nervous. Miss Violet.”
“Oh... yes. ”
“There are no rules or manners to follow. ”
“But…. ”
“Everyone's looking out for themselves. They were probably waiting for this prayer more than anyone else.... ”
“Ah... I see. ”
“By the way, isn't Miss Violet the first time you've actually seen the Honorable Cardinal? ”
“Yes... ”
‘Because I didn't get a chance to see it. ’
I've seen it from afar, but I've never encountered it this close.
T r an slat e d b y jpm t l.c o ｍ I had seen pictures, videos, recorded prayer videos, interviews, and occasional media appearances on the Bennigore net, but it was definitely the first time I had actually seen them.
He didn't have any contact with himself... and frankly, he couldn't even come to the prayer hall after that.
In many ways, today was a very courageous act as well.
“Speaking of which, Senator Marlene... have you met the Honorable Cardinal... personally? ”
“Yes, I haven't really seen him lately, but I do get in touch occasionally. Even if it's only once a month... I can't thank you enough for replying to me sometimes. ”
“Ah… who are you, Eminence? ”
“It's probably what Miss Violet imagined. ”
‘The way I imagined it. ’
You don't have to worry too much. Maybe we'll see you in a minute.
On the other hand, the sound of a giant pipe organ filling the intestine already seems to calm the mind rather than making noise.
From the ceiling comes the sound of light pouring down and the choir gathering their mouths.
Those who were each asking for their greetings also seemed to be expressing their manners in their own words, as Marlene said, beginning to be silent, those who hold Rosario in their necks, and those who close their eyes and pray quietly.
My heart keeps pounding. I feel like I'm in heaven. The sacred light from the priests continues to fall and a beautiful swarm of light fills the room.
And….
“Ah!”
“ ……. ”
“Haha!”
An elasticity I had no idea, and then I had to hold my breath. I understand why the pipe-organ sounds and the choir music continue to be heard.
Anyone would have to be resilient. Perhaps to care for the congregation's mistakes.
Those who come to this prayer take a deep breath without even knowing it. Neither Senator Marlene, Oskar, nor Jeongyan are looking at her with their eyes dazzled.
“Ahh... Ahh... ”
“Dear God.... ”
“Son of light.... ”
Those who mutter without knowing themselves look at the Son of Light, the God of Sacrifice and Resurrection, the symbol of Benigore, and the pride of the continent.
He was only wearing a white priest's uniform, but it looks even more sacred than any other makeup.
A garment shaped like heaven. And the necklace on top.
It felt a little distorted, but every time I move, my figure appears to be exposed.
‘What... what a horrible thought... ’
Walking with bare hands and bare feet for consciousness. Clearly, even though the music is filling up the space, I can hear the sound of my feet dropping.
The rushing sound of a cloth and cloth colliding fills my head.
I can't hear it, but it's like my head is forcibly recognizing it.
“Dear God.... ”
Afterwards, the swarm of light falls. Wings of light appearing behind the Honorable Cardinal.
Light spreads from its wings more beautiful than anything else.
The light that began to scatter slowly floats along the wind and disappears.
I wanted to reach out unconsciously, but when I saw the face of the saint stained with tears, there was nothing I could do.
“Ah…. ”
“Son of light.... ”
This is how it feels to be a sinner. Could the Son of Light, who is before me, bear my sin? Is he carrying the sins of all the continents all by himself?
I don't know why it's in English. But tears pour down without me knowing it. As if it were contagious, others are wiping away the tears that are pouring down their faces.
He came back to this world because He loves the continent more than anyone else.
He saved the continent more than anyone else, so he had to leave it alone.
How can a commoner like me calculate his deep will? How do I interpret the meaning of those tears?
I have a lot on my mind, but in the end I don't have any ideas.
The ritual proceeds in a quiet atmosphere.
I memorize the prescribed prayer door, sprinkle holy water, and put my hands together. The patterns that every Catholic citizen knows, as defined, feel a little different.
I feel distant today from praying to Benigore directly, barefoot and barefoot.
“Ahh... ”
It's like watching a play on stage. It is unbelievably beautiful.
The gray warrior quietly approaches and lays a transparent cloth over the Honorable Cardinal.
The clergy who began to move quietly moved to the promised place and became conscious.
The voice of the choir starts to grow louder and once again, a flock of light falls from the sky.
When the Cardinal of Honor raises his hand, his sleeve falls down. The thin arm is revealed, but the consciousness continues.
I take a step and kneel under Benigore's statue, raising the Holy Spirit of the Cardinal of Honor.
“I will give all of mine to Benigore. ”
It is extremely unrealistic to see a huge light spreading out into the sky.
‘Maybe I'm in heaven now. ’
For a moment, I thought about it.
“Cow, conch. You got it? Th-that's it, right? ”
“Yes, of course. ”
“SYSTEM, we have to keep rolling. ”
“Senator Marlene. ”
“ ……. ”
“Senator Marlene. Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
It's like being hypnotized by a group. The clear and clear voice of the Saint of Light is stuck in my head.
“This is from Benigore. ”
The silent recitation of the sacred passage of democracy shines into view.
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