...... Mr. Zay Fonde.

...... High Priestess.

　Zay Fonde. He is the High Priest of Astaire.

　He is of mid-thirties appearance, despite his title.

　As it should be, Zai, who has been rapidly gaining prominence since the sudden death of his predecessor, became the high priest at a young age with the support of several priests.

　The high priest of the Astaire faith interrupted him from the side.

　Sufi, and Soria also looked at Fonde with a modestly disgusted look.

''Why are you here?''

　Soria asks.

　It was a genuine question.

　No one questions the fact that Soria is often in the front line.

　It's because Soria is the main force in the first place.

　In fact, thanks to that, the number of followers of the Astaire religion has increased a lot.

　And there are military aid and trade preferences such as maintaining the neutrality of the Holy Republic, which is backed by Astaireism, and repayment of favors by other countries.

　Having Soria and the main force on the front lines benefits both Astaireism and the Holy Republic.

　However, the High Priest does not go to the front lines himself.

''You are on a wild goose chase, Mr. Soria.

　High Priest Zai replies with a smirk and a formally overpainted smile.

　However, Zai has only two guards.

　Moreover, they are not knights, they are not knights, they are soldiers without much equipment that are suitably tailored.

''With only that much equipment and manpower, do you want to wander into a place like this?

　Phil Agee] Phil Agee, who was behind Soria, asks.

　From Phil's eyes, the soldier wasn't even rogue trained. There's nothing more important than being an escort.

Haha, don't worry. I'm sure you'll be able to find out more about this. It's best not to get involved with these people.

　It's not the Astaireans who are staring at him.

　It was only the high priest, Zai.

　In fact, the atmosphere was loose earlier.

'Well, it was Sufi, wasn't it? 'Well, it was Sufi, right?' he said, 'I don't mind until I'm at the mercy of the Astaire faith. I'm generous, so I'll let you off the hook that much. But you shouldn't get too carried away--

　He brings his face closer to Sufi's with a coy smile and a contorted face.

　Then he utters in a small voice.

'-- You don't want to be like your parents, do you?

----......!

　Sufi, who had been soft and gentle a moment ago, changed to a mixture of anger and tears.

　A true Astaire devotee, who was poised behind him, stepped in front of Sufi and glared at the high priest.

''You!''

Oh, you want to hit me?

It's not so bad!

Wait for me at ......!

　Sufi stilled him.

　It was the right decision.

'Ha, ha. You're not going to hit me? That's so boring.'

　The high priest agitated to push him into a corner, but this time Sufi didn't respond in any way.

　He firmly stopped his followers.

'Nah, why? A guy like this ......!

'They'll just say it was a one-sided hit from the side.

......!

　Sufi tells me that the man who is a believer is huffing and puffing.

　If you mess with him here, you lose.

'And this kind of violence will not produce anything. It will only get your hands dirty.'

　The language was clearly hostile.

　Sufi is not a child who is against violence. In the first place, Astaireism does not reject violence.

　But it does recognize when violence is used.

'You'll tell me. You can tell me," he said, "that it's an honor to be touched by a bunch of evildoers like you, a bunch of slumlords, to be touched by me.

They're bringing in guys from Sections Two and Three!

　The voice of the liaison soldier interrupts Zhai's words.

　A reply flies in response.

'Nah ......!　Then what happened to zones two and three!

　The reply was tinted with anxiety.

　The wounded would be carried away when the battlefield had retreated or settled down.

　But the second and third areas are also the front lines.

　It will be the main battlefield of this conflict, so to speak.

　There will never be a break in the war. Therefore, they will inevitably retreat.

　But if that happened, the battlefield would speed up and this rear area would also catch fire--''Don't worry!

''Don't worry!　Apparently, the second and third areas were suppressed by the adventurers sent by the guild!

'Huh?　Two areas at once?

Yeah, that's that Jide guy!

　Many people were familiar with that name.

　In fact, Sword Saint Phil frowned in disgust.

　But the one who reacted the most was.

Jeez, Jeez, Mr. Jide!

Oh, my God, Messiah!

　It was Soria and Sufi.

　Their chests were filled with a mixture of feelings of embarrassment, akin to shyness, like the hope that Zied might be here.

　But

Is Mr. Jade coming?

No, I'm going straight home!

"Boom.

　They were both sobered by the fact that Zied had left.

Let's go to .......

　In the midst of all this, with a look of not being very pleasant, High Priest Zai said to the soldiers and left.