Chapter 450: 450 Boys, Part 21 - The Yarn Player

After Obles left, his people returned to their stronghold for now, and church officials were already in their sleep. At the church, the corner of town with no fuel just to bring the lights, Glass Live was organizing the paperwork. He is a kind of person who requires little sleep, and always he works. That is why he has become a priest enough to make a name for himself in the Arnelian Church, and is also said to be a candidate for Archbishop.

Glass Live is from the common people. He was born as the third son of his father, a small goods carrier, in a relatively large town. He had two distant older brothers, and the house was quite wealthy because they worked when Glass Live was born. So he was able to attend a branch of the Gloria School while he was a common citizen, and the seriousness of his attitude meant that permission was granted to attend Arnelia's main school as well. He walked straight down the road to a monk, but a reality awaited him that just couldn't help but say he was serious when he actually became a monk.

Co-workers who easily help those who cannot be helped by their own magic, those who lose their heads, and those who use their native power to serve. There was a force there that Glass Live couldn't reach with effort, something with talent like a mountain.

I'm part of it again myself, but Glass Live was shocked. Not that there were any better than themselves. Glass Live was shocked when an injured colleague who couldn't help himself asked for help, there was nothing he could do, but his companion saved him lightly. At this time Glass Live realized that there are people in the world who cannot be saved by their own power.

Glass Live also made an effort. He went on to study medicine and tried to create new fields to go hand in hand with treatment using witchcraft. The move was highly appreciated, but it did not substitute for those exercising high healing magic like Miriazal, and Glasslive experienced frustration. It was much later that his performance would be appreciated, but I couldn't imagine that happening on Glass Live.

And he finally gave up saving. Saving is not in itself. Sorting between those who can and cannot be saved was done as soon as possible, helping them to help, and those who do not decided to cut them off. The act was also criticized, but at the same time praised. Glass Live began to take on unwanted tasks by progressing on its own to prove its own behavior and to make its surroundings recognize it at all.

As it turns out, his performance will overtake other humans, and he will achieve more than GlassLive thought. He was promoted to candidate for archbishop, but then there was no tone out for 10 years. At a bad time, his slightly older manadil and druid were archbishops, the other was a younger minar, and Glass Live was a difficult person to use as an auxiliary. Maybe it also had to do with the fact that the glass live was away from the center.

But I hadn't given up on Glass Live. When he came here, he was still thinking of becoming an archbishop's assistant. I want to penetrate my beliefs. I want to try and save more in my own way. To that thought, he was ruled. Yes, whatever means you use.

With that in mind, he was putting together his own performance as a document. With this, he intends to volunteer for the task of assistant archbishop. Glasslive believed them that the Holy Virgin certified supreme bishops, and now archbishops, were very fair judges. They are also an object of respect for Glass Live.

The selection of the archbishop's assistant will also take place next month. Glass Live was going to coincide with that period and return to Arnelia once and for all. To him was a visitor without sound.

"Glass Live, how are you?

"Is it you if I think of someone? I want you to stop visiting my room without a sound."

"I'm sorry. But that's my nature."

The person fluttered her long rich gold hair and laughed gracefully. The young man's name, which gives him a tender grin, said Silence.

"Lord Silence, thanks to you, we've successfully finished them off. Thank you."

"It's easier for me than twisting that baby's hand. But I killed him very lightly. They've always been cooperative with you."

"Maybe so, but I was just basically in agreement with them on the stakes. There's no trust between us."

"I see. But I want you to tell me one thing. What was the reason I was working with them? I didn't think their power would be very useful in your activities."

"Oh, you know what?"

Glass Live mouths an already cold milk with a sober look.

"Sure, they're good stuff for me. But they helped me. When I first came to this country, there was no longer anything this country could do about it. I've done a lot of work too, but the situation hasn't improved anything. So I thought. Makes it look like this country has it formally, and I did an experiment in this country. how to save more efficiently.

They helped us build a number of battlefields. Or an accident. So I thought about a number of ways to save, moved on to implementation, and analyzed the results. I'd say it was exactly a full decade.

By the way, I was there earlier, Obres, and I'm sure he thinks I was lucky enough to pick it up, but that accident itself was what I worked on. It's a coincidence that he rolled into my place, but no, what a meaningful experiment it was for me. He confidently told me that he was a chicken laying golden eggs. Because his confidence was a golden egg. "

"Ho. I didn't know you were planting that much, but it's a big way out."

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"An outside road is an outside heart. I can't even be praised for what I did, but how doomed this country would have been without me. That should have made the misery in this country worse. I will survive and save their lives and this result will save more human beings in other countries. Their sacrifice is honorable."

"Heh heh, sounds like something to say"

Silence laughed all the time and took the liquor bottle from her nostalgia. The glass live sees the bottle with a strange look. Glass Live is also familiar with liquor because he has quite a few relationships with royal nobility and so on as a priest, but it was a brand he didn't even know about.

"What's that?

"It's Shermark's 20 years old. Would you like a drink?

"What? Although Shermark's brand was discontinued 33 years ago"

"I let you reproduce it with my power."

Saying so, Silence unplugged the liquor cork and poured it into the glass he removed from his nostrils and offered it to the glass live. Glass live to receive the glass as recommended.

"I didn't know you reproduced it. How the hell?"

"It means that those who inherit their technology are still alive. The noble is the treasure of mankind, a great loss if we do not let it survive.

I'd like to ask you something more, Glass Live. You accepted my proposal and accepted my power. But do you know who I am? Didn't you find me odd?

Silence asked Glass Live as he swayed every inch of the liquor poured into the glass at hand. I thought it would be a question to be asked one day even if it was a glass live, so he didn't have trouble responding just by choosing a few words.

"Right, it was odd, to be honest. You are too beautiful. And the magic drifting from my body far outweighs mine. I don't have much magic as a priest, but your magic is amazing nonetheless. There will also be a few Arnelian churches with enough magic to line up with you. You approach me like that. [M] It's weirder if you're not up to something.

But that no longer matters to me. My life is short. I want to feel real at all costs. That my methods will serve more humans. I want to prove yes, but not no. Otherwise, I want to prove to you what I've been doing, what my life has been... to those who have lost their pride and sacrifice. "

"If that's what you're doing, you can use the hands of the wicked."

"That's the thing. Without your cooperation, it would not have been possible to end the prime ministers there. I don't see your purpose, but wonder and I feel comfortable with you. It's a strange story for a priest to confess, because you would have listened to me and recognized me."

To put it that way, Glass Live drank the liquor thoroughly. Seeing the sight, Silence nodded contentedly, leaving the liquor bottle behind the spot.

"Ah, Lord Silence. This liquor."

"It's a gift to you from the beginning. I like it too, so I put my mouth on it. You should drink as much as you like. You're leaving this land, aren't you? You thought it was sorting, my friend."

"... let's hope so."

Glass Live put his hand on his chest and showed his gratitude, dropping off Silence's back. If you put it in a live glass, Silence was a strange and reassuring opponent, like a friend's collaborator.

But how was it in Silence's chest? He did not speak in silence, as his name implied, and left the scene with a smile until he was too beautiful.

Continued

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