The Swordsman Called the Countless Swords Sorcerer

Two days later. Aldis and Sorte, who took on the luggage-an escort named-and the mercenaries hired as escorts, leave the royal capital. The destination is three newly created villages in the northern settlement.

The area was originally a dangerous land for wild beasts. However, the danger has now diminished as a result of Aldis defeating a monster called "Suzuyori" and a large number of mercenaries and soldiers hunting the mountains for reclamation and mine development. Although the danger wasn't gone at all, mercenaries with decent arms were calm enough to travel safely.

Aldis's view was that the mercenaries hired by the escorts were terrible, but they still seemed to be able to fight off the occasional beast.

"I don't need to worry, Sister will do it well."

Nishin Though the swordsman's smile toward Sorte seems likely, so far the mercenaries have done their job of escorting.

That's about seven days to go around the villages.

"Finally here last"

“Yes.

Sorte, who has finished his work in the last village, smiles at Aldis. Her face had a firm expression on her face, as she was able to complete her role without any major trouble.

I wasn't doing anything special even though I was working. They organize worship services, consult with villagers, spend their spare time preaching, and take care of children's studies. It's just such an ordinary thing.

Aldis, who is not fond of the church that worships the goddess, has a different impression of Solte who is eager to serve the people.

"Isn't it free while you were in the village? I wish I had to participate in worship.

There is no offense in the tone of the girl who is rumored to be "a certainty of a saint."

But that was enough to make Aldis's face lose emotion.

"Pray? I'm that girl? That's a bad joke."

"Tell me something like that ..."

Sorte drops his shoulders and sighs.

Tsutomu: "What makes Aldis do that? What is the pain in the past?"

The face that still leaves a little youth changes to that of the clergy.

"Sure, the trials that Goddess gives can sometimes be painful, but Goddess does not give trials to hurt us. God wants it. ''

Words as if praying were flowing out of a small mouth. Each word turns Aldis's feelings flat and cold.

"Some people lament that the goddess does not offer salvation, but they have to overcome the hardships by themselves.

It may be that Salte is saying in good intentions to ease Aldis's troubles. But the word doesn't sound in Aldis.

For Aldis, the goddess is rather the culprit.

Masu: "I'm not talking about that.

It has been a repetitive exchange between the two since the first visit to the village. He first hesitated to reach out to Aldis, who had been taking a nap in the shade of a tree without participating in worship.

Satoru: Every time, Solte tried to do Aldis, but of course he just followed parallel lines. There is no success for Sorte. Aldis, who does not have a bad impression on the individual Solte, also avoids talking about this matter in vain. He has given up on the fact that it is natural that the person who is blindly trusting the goddess cannot talk.

"but--"

"Hey! Sister! The village chief calls me to talk about the time of departure tomorrow!"

There was a voice calling for Salte from afar.

"Ah, yes! I understand! I will go soon!"

The girl turns around and replies in a hurry. There is no sign of scaring.

"Mr. Aldis, I'll talk again later."

The words are meaningless for Aldis, and the salte leaves. The cherry-colored hair fluttered around, approaching the escort mercenaries with the nun's clothes.

A few days have passed since departure, and the relationship between Aldis and others has not changed. Originally, Aldis was accompanied by the wish of Salte, but the difference in values for the goddess still called for awkward air between the two.

On the contrary, the relationship between Salte and the mercenaries seems to have improved considerably. At first, Salte was frightened, but the guards seemed to be less alert to the mercenaries who were silently escorting. Now he leaves Aldis and may even act with them.

Perhaps because of the inexperience that comes from youth, or because they are clergy? Aldis doesn't know if it's "accustomed" or "careless". But at least Aldis has not been alert and has decided to protect Salte if anything.

"The only request we received was" Sister escort. "

It was too much to consult with mercenaries who were calm to Aldis out of sight of Salte.

"Okay. If nothing happens, you can't beat it."

Church of the royal city Gran. The priest with a distinctive fortune was puzzled.

"What is that?"

"No matter what you say, I'm also refreshing ..."

Father Fukumi is stopped by five mercenaries.

"We have received a formal request, but what does it mean that the escort target has already left?"

A young man who seems to be a leader pushes out a request form in front of the priest.

"Certainly, there's no doubt about the request we gave you, but then ..."

What the mercenaries have shown is a request for work to escort Sistersort to a northern settlement. And it's definitely a church-issued one.

"Is your departure date written today? Am I saying something wrong?"

The young man asks in an outrageous tone. Behind them are fellow mercenaries, but they are not trying to hide their annoyance.

Of course. Rebellion To them, you should feel that the church has made the request.

"Could you please wait a minute. I'm sorry, but please wait here."

Father Fukumi hurriedly stopped the mercenaries, and rushed to a certain Father's room with a request.

"Dolet Priest!"

The priest, Dolet, appears to be sitting at his office in the assigned private room and doing clerical work. When he moves his slender body and raises his face, he surprises his eyes and asks Father Fukumi.

"What happened, suddenly? Do you still want the worshipers to extend their worship hours?"

"No, that's not the case. Look at this anyway!"

When he handed out the request to Dolett, Father Fukumi began explaining the circumstances.

When he heard the news, when he sat, he picked up a bunch of documents from a library on the wall. He spread the documents on the office desk and looked for a single document from among them. He asked his confirmation to Father Fr.

"Hmmm ... Sister Salte has already left with escort mercenaries, right?"

"Yes, that's true."

"This request you brought is, indeed, a legitimate one with the seal of the church, but here-"

He turns his gaze to the documents retrieved from the library.

"The other day, another mercenary's request did not appear to have been forged."

As Dorlet says, mercenaries who leave with Sisterssolte also bring a legitimate request with a church sign.

"I can't understand unless I ask the monk who arranged for the request, but maybe something went wrong."

Contrary to Dorlet, who makes an optimistic decision, Father Fukumi has a mysterious look.

"Prior Dorlet. I guess it's true, but couldn't you imagine doing something that would do harm to Sistersort?"

Sorte is a nun, but at the same time a rumored woman who will be a saint in the future. He often turned his gaze on envy, but it was thought that he could be the subject of his own.

"Are you thinking too much? I don't think anyone wants to harm the goddess's beloved."

"Yes, but I've heard bad rumors."

"Is it a bad rumor?"

"Yes. It is unreachable, not afraid of the goddess's dignity. It is the story of those who are pleased to be filled with chaos and evil in the world."

It is the rumor of those who worship the goddess whose goddess died during the War of the Gods. The rumors of the existence of the god of evil, even if it was less credible, were unbearable for Father Fukumi, the goddess.

In retrospect, the mercenaries who came first don't look very good. Despite the escort of the sister, none of the members had any women, and even without them, the attitude of being frivolous was a bit stuck. He also noticed that Salte was nervous, so he gave permission to bring in additional personnel in the name of luggage.

However, even with the additional luggage that we hired, there was something suspicious in our eyes. Not to mention the reverence of the goddess at all, there was even a gesture of hostility. From a standpoint, I wouldn't tell the opponent because I tried not to show any bad feelings on my face, but I can never forgive the attitude of neglecting the goddess.

The owner of the baggage was said to be the person whom Sorte himself appointed. However, when asked, they seem to have met once, and even guess that it was according to the scenario that the opponent set up.

"I've heard the rumor, but it's probably too much thought. It's natural to just think that there was a mistake in making the request. For mercenaries who came today-yes, If you apologize and give us half of the success fee as an apology, wouldn't you be convinced? "

In conclusion, Dorret calls the person and begins giving instructions.

"That's right ... but it's good ..."

Father Fukumimi murmured in a voice that only she could hear, and she could not wipe away the doubts that had arisen in her mind. I wish it was just a mistake. All he could do was pray to the goddess for her safety.