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.
　So they thought and examined.
　They took full advantage of the little time they had, which was only three days.
　And they found it.
　He's a bastard, he's good at what he does, and he's got faith.
　A decision that could be taken to the extreme of the vulgarity that if she plays well, she should be taken in.
　It's proof that she's useful.
　But she accepts the situation and endures the stomach ache that is sure to come as she lives up to the expectations of her peers who saw her off in tears.
　But on the other hand, she is grateful for the unique opportunity to meet the apostle of God.

"Tell me the names of those humans, Eshley.
Yes, on the left is the Commander of the Second Order of the Kingdom of Eclair, Alben MacKeth von Selber.

　And I am delighted by the great honor of being given the word.
　Honor is something that some people would have you feed to a pig.
　But to be honored with such an experience from her point of view is to be remembered by God.
　It is a brand that cannot be ignored in a theocracy.
　The aristocracy occupies the upper echelons, and this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for her to want to improve it.
　I'll show you how to put up with the pain in your stomach and introduce you to Alben, who complains with his gaze that he doesn't like it.

It's a pleasure to meet you. This is Alben Macheath von Sabel, Commander of the Second Order of the Kingdom of Eclair. As for you, Master Nicia...

　He wears silver armor and a blue cloak, and the sword he wears is a masterpiece made by dwarves.
　A man with stiff red hair pulled back in an all-back and expressionless with muscular facial muscles, Alben greeted the cutthroat Nissiya with a sturdy, robust, warrior-like demeanor.

There is no need to say the same thing twice. And there's no need for a long story. Eshley, next.
"Yes, yes!

　But for her, it was only a matter of confirming the name.
　The aristocratic greeting is interrupted as if covered.
　Alben bowed his head in apology, but clenched his hands tightly.
　Oh, my stomach churns, and with an inward sigh, Eshley turns to a man kneeling in the opposite direction.

This is Majesus Graf von Eles, the third seat of the court mages of the Kingdom of Eclair, like Arben before him.

　Oh, nobleman's names are so long and biting, and lamenting, Eshley introduced the man on the other side.
　A slender man wearing an elf-weaved and embroidered robe and carrying a staff that was over a thousand years old.
　With his blue hair cut short to match his ice blue eyes, he does not wish to repeat Arben's mistake of earlier, but simply bows silently to the man.

"Yes, sir.

　The tensions of the action of the cutthroat Nissiya, who proceeds in a matter-of-fact manner, are growing more and more tense, as Eshley can't decide whether the response is right or wrong.
　On the left and right are a rugged knight (Alben) and a wizard (Majesus).
　In front, the fearsome cutthroat Nysia, a messenger of the gods.
　You're ready to complete any task, but you're soon screaming and crying inside.
　I wonder if she is really alright.

We will now proceed with the transition.

　And the cutthroat Nissiya was efficient or not, right or wrong, to move on to the next process.
　It's a good idea to have a good time with the members of this group.

"Oh, wait a minute, Miss Nissier!
"What is it, Eshley?

　She's a hard worker.
　She gathered as much information as she could about the world to come.
　As a result, she understood that her current attire is very problematic.
　Armor, robes, and vestments.
　In this world, they may be admired but not considered strange, but if you put together the stories of the brave men and women who have been summoned, they are nothing short of remarkable.

With all due respect, in order to ensure that we are prepared for this oracle, I have prepared myself.
"Are you ready?　All right. Tell me.
"Yes, thank you

　I've also heard that there is a patrol-like organization called the Keisatsu and an army called the Jiei Tai.
　It's best to avoid being obvious as much as possible, just in case.
　You can't waste the oracle, she thought, so she went here and there, not wasting even a small amount of time, and worked all night long to gather information and prepare for it, using her recovery magic to force her body to stay sane.

You can't waste any time. I've heard that the cultures and civilizations are different. I have prepared clothing for all of you here, including you, Master Nicia.

　When the brave man was taken, there were a few things left behind.
　Sundry goods in bags and textbooks.
　Everyday items.
　In them she asked for possibilities.
　It might be possible with magic to make people recognize their current outfit as normal, but that alone would be a lot of work.
　I've also heard of a world without magic.
　I've also heard that the cutthroat Nicia is there to make up for it.
　Then I knew it was Eshley's job to lighten the load.
　And from the magic bag that was prepared for the country, she took out a piece of clothing that they were unfamiliar with.

"What is this?
Yes, I have collected and reproduced information on the robe of the other world from the books of Furschonzasshu. The cloth used is the highest quality cloth stored in our country. Although it is nowhere near the robe of God that you wear, I have prepared it to reduce the burden on you as much as possible.

　Crafted from the possibilities left by the brave men were the clothes worn by the female models.
　Eshley held out the finest, artisanally crafted piece of clothing she had prepared for the offering.
　Gently taking it in her hand, Nissier touched it to check the feel, then unfolded it, looked at it for a moment and then said, "I see.

I see, and I hear that some of the evil one's men are on their way. It's better to avoid conspicuous action. It's more efficient.



　He endorsed Eshley's actions.
　Nitsia, also magically dressed in size-adjusting clothing, looks like a foreign model.

"It's not too bad to wear. This should not interfere with your activities. Is there anything else, Ashley, is there anything else?
Yes, I have prepared many other things.

　Then, after deciding that it would be useful, Nissiya decided to cancel the immediate transition and extend the time as long as it wouldn't interfere with her activities, as explained by Eschley later.
　Eshley was inwardly gutted when he heard that there would be a preparation period.
　And when it came to the Apostle of God's accommodation, it was the high command that was in trouble, as they were expecting him to leave immediately, but they were going to stay for a few days, and they were struggling to prepare for the banquet and the accommodation.

　Another side End



　Word of the Day
　There is movement even out of their sight.