The Melancholy of the Holy Maiden

In the end, the change inside the cavity did not affect the few people who went out to find the source. Rather, the source came to the door by itself.

His Royal Highness Ernest would never admit that his party, led by his sword knight, was almost killed by a goblin commanding some monsters and a few goblins.Fortunately, they survived this catastrophe, and successfully achieved their goal - to wipe out the source of the beast disaster, and seize or destroy it.

Riding alongside Abner on horseback, Ernest's slightly curious eyes kept drifting towards the calm-faced Abner beside him.The arm of the little sage was bandaged, wounded by a goblin.Originally, the one who suffered this injury should be His Royal Highness.

In front of them, the knights opened the way, with several exquisite cages hanging beside their horses' buttocks, and the captured elves kept flapping their wings, angrily hitting the cage that imprisoned them.

Ernest's gaze finally caught Abner's attention, or in other words, His Royal Highness's strange gaze was so hot that he couldn't avoid it: "...Your Highness, what do you want to ask? ?"

"Abner, how did you do it? I really can't figure it out."

In Ernest's cognition, a powerful force can suppress many injustices, such as his father.But the opponent obviously didn't use that kind of power, but another ability that he had never seen before.Ernest didn't think it was a spell.

"You have no talent for spellcasting, you are not a knight let alone a warrior, you know, you can't even draw a bowstring... Uh sorry, I didn't mean to belittle you. I was just too curious.

Please don't tell me this is also the power of 'wisdom', it is impossible for wisdom to quiet those who lose their minds.If you can pass on this ability to your people, many disasters don't need us to deal with at all.It's going to be a -- it's a wonderful way to strengthen the country. "

Abner, who was sitting on the horseback, had already recovered the gentle expression that made people feel good. Hearing this, he glanced at the curious prince, and said softly, "You are right, this is not The power of wisdom."

In the church room, Bedwell was sitting in the room, staring at the light curtain in front of him.Signe, the deputy head, did a great job, secretly monitoring Abner—of course, only outside the palace, and many restricted places are impossible and dare not do it.

This time, it was also possible because a royal knight accepted the entrustment of the lady knight.Another reason is that Abner does not know magic, and Ernest has no relationship with elements. The royal knights are not sensitive to the elements. Only this small magic item can be fooled. It is only considered as a saddle on the decoration.

As for the other end of the monitoring, one of them was handed over to Bedwell.When Ernest and his party did not return for a long time, Bedwell remembered this secret whistle and used it.Originally, they just wanted to check whether they had calmed down the source of the beast disaster safely so that they could inform the Holy Maiden.

Abner, who was peeped by the red-haired girl in the light screen, seemed to stare directly at Bedwell, who was looking at the light screen. For a moment, Bedwell met Abner's eyes.

Abner seemed to have just passed the knight in front of him, and the eye contact with Bedwell was only accidental.His focus quickly shifted to something else.

Under the questioning of His Royal Highness, the little sage continued to change the subject, "Your Highness, for the meager hope, the human race can do anything."

"I have heard a story. There used to be a... country that was attacked by some kind of giant magic. The attack was devastating and continuous. All buildings were destroyed and all land was polluted. The people on this land are naturally no exception." He paused, "You know that before the arrival of Itenna, there existed in the barren land the 'Chimei' created by the combination of monsters and humans. pull'?"

Ernest nodded: "Chimera, those sad monsters have long since disappeared into the long river of history, and were saved by the goddess Itenna."

Bedwell frowned.

She knows the Chimera species, and it is said that it was created by the human race under the guidance of the demon race in the last year.Those things are no longer enough to be called human beings. They are the best evidence that the human race has attacked their own siblings in order to satisfy curiosity or something else.

However, the polluted land alienates the people, and Bedwell, who received the same teaching as Abner, has never heard of such incidents. Magic cannot pollute the land, and magic can only destroy everything on the land.So she thought it was a fictional story made up by Abner.

"Could it be that the people of that country were magically transformed into that kind of monster?" Ernest widened his eyes because of his guess, a little angry.

"Your Highness, you are very smart." Without concealing a compliment, Abner continued, "That's right. Most of the people in that kingdom have been magically transformed into chimeras, and their lifespan is at most 40 years. Disfigured, trapped in bodies that can only bring endless pain. No god saves these lambs."

"Have the people of this kingdom been killed? What is the king doing?! Have you given up protecting your own people?"

"No, these abandoned lambs survived. King? Your Highness, not all kings love their people as much as you and His Majesty Aldrich, please don't be angry. The first generation of people who were injured by magic gave birth to children After Chimera had even more terrifying and deformed descendants, these abandoned people woke up, and they formed a new kingdom on the destroyed land so that future generations would not have to fall into the same situation as themselves."

"These human races began to restrain themselves with strict rules, just like you value the honor of knights, transforming the bodies of deformed offspring under grief, but these transformations are not easy, not only extremely painful, but also make them hurt others who have suffered People who are harmed by magic. So they, like the most ingenious dwarves in the legend, have created tools that can appease children and calm pain. Generation after generation, with the assistance and supervision of this tool, the influence of magic is gradually eliminated.”

What he was talking about should be a tragic matter, but his tone was that it had nothing to do with him, implying a certain kind of indifference.Abner was brought up from a baby by that gentle and sage Your Excellency, not to mention that this is just a story, so Ernest is more inclined to think that this is his own delusion.

"So, Abner, do you want to say that you are like a tool to appease these people in the story, appeasing the goblin?"

Ernest is no stranger to Abner telling himself stories, and went to ask for advice many times. On the contrary, His Royal Highness is very interested in these stories, but this time the story obviously has nothing to do with the ability he asked about. Therefore, this Highness who doesn't know how to hide his thoughts directly asked, "However, you still haven't explained the origin of this ability."

"You are right, I just suddenly wanted to make up a story for you." Abner smiled, without waiting for Ernest to attack, he continued, "You can compare my abilities to the tools in the story , this is an innate talent, even if it is your request, it cannot be passed on to the people."

"Compared to what's next, the town of Melk is right in front of you, Your Highness, have you thought about your speech yet?"

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"Bevy~?"

Lucini, who poked her head over from the outside of the room, blinked and looked at Bedwell who hurriedly put away something under her call, "What are you doing, in such a hurry?"

"It's nothing, my lord saint." Bedwell sat up abruptly, "Have you finished your preparations yet? So... my lord saint?!"

Relying on the fact that no one was watching, she strode up to Bedwell, and Lucy Ni looked at her with a smile almost as if she was sticking close to Bedwell: "Dear Beiwei, Lu's intuition says 'Ah, there's no fighting here anymore', so..."

The hand that the Holy Maiden had been holding behind her back was finally taken out, and what she was holding was a set of folded clothes.Lucini shook the dress off: "Clang clang!"

"……Uh?"

What appeared before Bedivere's eyes was a nun's costume.

The low-level clerics of the Temple of Radiance, the men are mainly black and supplemented by silver, which is very simple.Women, on the other hand, are mainly white, with fine golden lines on the sleeves and thin patterns on the skirt, which can be called a very beautiful dress.The difference in these costumes is only to distinguish the difference between ordinary people and priests who serve Itenna.

Bedwell, who was not quite able to understand what Lucini meant, and who might have understood a little bit but was pretending to be stupid, made a slightly puzzled sound.

"Hmm?" The Holy Maiden shook the skirt on her hands, with an expectant expression of "You know, you know what I mean, don't pretend to be stupid, hurry up and ask for Ying?".

After being allowed to sit on Lucini's shoulders, she and the girl faced Bedivere's goblin—this guy was named "Muffin", and no rebuttal was accepted—Muffin tilted her head : "Chichi?"

Ignoring the little elf's doubts, Lucini continued to hold the nun's dress.But this time, Lady Saint didn't really expect Bedwell to speak out, so she acted like a baby and asked, "There's no battle going on, can Bei Wei wear this for Lu to see? Lu is really looking forward to it, Very curious."

Naturally, you have to put a lot of emphasis on your expectations.Apart from armor, armor, and pajamas, Bedwell hardly changed any other clothes during the years she was with Lucini.It's just too bad and unbelievable, like Grace said - how can a girl not have a lot of clothes like this and that? !

Ignoring her own clothes, there is no difference between Lucini, the saintess is committed to making Bedwell wear new styles and styles.

It's a pity that Bedwell was not willing to change into other costumes as Lucini said, and the knight lady refused sternly: "My lord, this is a nun's costume, and the minister is a knight. How can a knight wear a nun's costume?"

"...Really, really can't it? Bei Wei?" Lucy Ni tried to open her eyes wide, so that she could synchronize with the big watery eyes of the muffin on her shoulders.

"Really not, please take it back."

"All right……"

Although it failed this time, Lady Saint will never give up easily.

The author has something to say: There are a few hints in this chapter [cross out] but the painting styles of the saintess and lady knight are different [cross out]