Chapter 293: 293 Episode 205: Beyond the Red Door

Hmm... I'm here.

Filman, who had a heartbreak, shut himself up in his room as soon as he went back to the house, saying, "…I seriously think about the future."

His exquisite expression, and his more serious expression than ever before, made Donis look happy to have made a mistake that would suit him "for us."

He said, "You were right to leave it to me! When Filman's answer comes out, let's have a party together."…" "When the answer comes out," he said. "If the worst answer comes out, do we have to have a feast together, like a 'spiritual judge?'"

"In my experience, a runaway pure boy who was defeated by his first love is confined to his shell for quite a while and immersed in a lonely self (a mode in which no one understands me). --there's still time to spare."

"Is that a rule of thumb?"

"Do you think I do such a sentimental thing? Time is money. It's the result of seeing some acquaintances."

When I was in junior high school, there were quite a few people suffering from diseases similar to Filman.

As far as I know, my first love has paid off only one guy. One of them had broken up a few months after we had started dating because of a personality mismatch (a sharp divergence from the ideal image he had conceived of).

Those who had been torn down like that were completely depressed. There is a difference in degree.

"Did you sympathize with him when you saw him?"

"Don't be silly. Not for him, but for me in the 42nd leg."

"That's true," Is the principle of your conduct 'that's what it is?'"

... oh my gosh!

You know what I'm talking like I know what I mean what I mean.

"And what are you going to do with him?"

Estella looks up at the high wall in front of her.

"Well... what's the matter?"

"No plan?"

It's only natural. I didn't anticipate this development.

I could read it all the way to Filman's heart, but no God in the world could have predicted that I would take action to cheer him up.

I'm the most surprised.

"At any rate, I'm here. Libeka's lover."

We had come to church in the twenty-fourth district.

Natalia keeps an eye on Firman to make sure he doesn't come up with anything stupid.

Specifically... don't start playing your own broken heart song. When such a song is finished, you'll be sure to hear it. be visible We must stop it!--told Natalia.

... well, I don't think I'll waste my life, but just in case.

"Let's go in first."

"...yes,"

The reason we stopped in front of the church wasn't just because we were disappointed at what we are doing for the sake of the Filman.

The heavy red iron gate blocks our way.

a lofty wall and a heavy red iron gate

The church in the twenty-fourth arrondissement gave a very closed impression, as if to shut out an outsider.

"Wasn't the church a social place to take gifts from people who didn't refuse to come, who didn't refuse to receive, or who didn't seem to pay?"

"I agree with the first of the three. I'll leave the other two alone for self-protection."

That's stupid. I guess the last two are the essence of the church.

But this church is too abnormal.

It's like...

"It's a prison,"

"It's like a small town,"

I disagreed with Estella.

"Isn't he keeping a tight guard so that he won't he?

"I think you're trying to keep outsiders out of it. These are not criminals, but priests and those under their protection."

"I'd get out in less than half a day,"

If you're trapped in a church or other place, something inside of me will be cleaned up.

"What are you so wary of?"

"I don't know," This is the first time I've ever been to this city, unlike my father."

Estella has not been long a lord.

He seems to have visited neighboring wards to greet them, but only sent letters to distant wards informing them of the change of lord.

"Oh, but. I went to the royal capital." If you don't greet them in person, you'll have to do a lot of bad things."

Estella says a little proudly.

Are you so proud that you met the king?

"Then Estella is acquainted with the royals, isn't she?" I'll be introduced next time."

"Well, it's impossible. You won't listen, and I'm not going to bring you anywhere near the royal capital at the moment. so that the Forty-two wards may not disappear."

give a little rancorous wink

What? Do you think I'll fight as soon as I meet the royals?

That's stupid, isn't it?

I'm just going to cheat you out of your money.

"For the time being, I'll see the Sister. for the church will not reject its followers, even if the gates are closed."

Instead of asking what would happen to me, who is not a believer, I approach the red iron gate door following Estella.

It's not as big a gate as the outer gate, it's just a little taller than I am, but it still looks heavy enough.

It must be troublesome to go out with this kind of thing open and shut.

While I was thinking about it, Estella struck the door knocker hanging beside the iron gate.

There is a shrill sound of metal colliding with each other.

"Who's calling?"

There is a small window above the iron gate, just below the line of sight, which opens and a woman's eyes peep from inside.

A red eye, resembling Estella, gazes at me.

It's the size of an apartment newspaper box, so I feel like I'm being peeped in... it's kind of uncomfortable.

You're on high alert, aren't you?

"Nice to meet you," My name is Estella Claremona. Would it be possible for you to let me in?"

Estella greets him smartly, bearing a smile on her face for the first time.

However, the eyes behind the peephole clouded suspiciously, and after glancing at Estella and me in turn, he sent me a word of rejection calmly.

"I'm sorry, but I can't let anyone outside into the premises. Please take it back.""What...?"

The peephole closes with a bang.

I was thrown out of the way, coldly.

No first glance... ...is it a formal Japanese restaurant.

You can't enter without the introduction of a great man?

"Oh, well, I'm sorry!"

Estella knocks the door again.

"...what is it?"

His suspicious eyes reappear through the peephole.

They say they'll come out if you call them. I don't know how many more times it will pass.

Estella tries to persuade her to know it.

"Well, I am the lord of the Forty-second Ward, and I am now in the residence of Mr. Donnerty, the lord of the twenty-fourth Ward." I have something to tell you."

"Well, speak at the lord's house. . . ."

"Wait a minute!"

Estella tells her suspicious eyes that she is about to stop talking when she has a chance.

"Before I met Mr. Donnerty, I met Libeka Whitehead at the rice malt factory. I'd like to ask you a few questions in that connection. This is related to Mr. Donnerty, and I wonder if you will manage to listen to him!"

Estella complains that we are acting for the 24th leg.

If you name the lord and the koji craftsman, any resident of the twenty-four wards will be cooperative.

Even more so if it's an organization of equality, compassion and pretense.

I thought…

"...Did Libeka say anything about it?......Then I can't see you any more." Welcome home."

The peephole was mercilessly closed.

"………………………"

As if she didn't understand it, Estella's voice of disappointment she had never heard before.

He lowered his shoulders and stared at the closed peephole for a moment.

Even so, I felt... those distorted eyes the moment I spoke of Rebekah's name... I felt an indescribable emotion.

But it seemed to me to be -- bewildered or sorry -- rather than "disgusting" or "disdainful." ...well, it's hard to judge precisely just by the color of your eyes.

"...what shall I do?"

Estella looks back on me in a round, pathetic way.

If this happens, we'll pull Donnis and force him through by order of the lord."

"Can I have Mr. Donnerty write me a letter of introduction?"

"No, then we should have a little more response when Donnis's name was mentioned. and as far as the reaction is concerned, the lord will not be able to move it."

"Then I'll have more power... ...the royal family?"

Estella begins to complain, saying, "I've seen you, but I don't know you well enough to say anything presumptuous..."

You may have to listen to the orders of the royals... but it's better to move the royals for this.

If that's the case, it's better to think about the authority that we can exercise now. . . . . . . ah.

"You know, letter of introduction,"

"What?"

I had completely forgotten that I had received a letter of introduction.

The letter of introduction is still firmly in my pocket.

My jacket is crafted to carry important documents around.

Comfort‐conscious improvements make it easy to put letters in your pocket.

Thanks to you, I've forgotten all thanks to you.

Estella's face is filled with joy when she takes the letter out of her pocket.

"Oh, back then!"

Yes, this is a letter of introduction that Bertina once wrote to me, "There's a sister I'm getting along with."

Maybe he went out of his way to give me a letter of introduction in anticipation of this happening.

Sisters of the same Spiritual Church may be more effective than royal introductions.

Not to mention that if you're a close friend of a sister.

In Japan, there is a saying that has been handed down since ancient times.

'All my friends are friends,'

The circle of friends should be spread throughout the world.

I should be able to do this.

Again, quite enthusiastically, Estella knocks on the door knocker.

a three‐time peephole

Every time I open my eyes, I feel suspicious.

"...what is it yet?"

"In fact, I have a letter in my hands from a sister whom we are acquainted with." Could you read it for me?"

It's sealed with wax, so we can't check the inside.

But Bertina should be doing a good job of encouraging us to help.

No way, it's not just something like "Please send me another delicious miso." I don't want to believe that...

Somebody behind the iron gate door, who had received a letter from the peephole, closed the peephole once. He must be reading a letter behind the iron gate.

...please, Bertina.

The iron gate, which had been tightly closed, slowly opened with a heavy sound.

"I didn't know you knew Mr. Bertina, and I behaved rudely. Please forgive me."

A girl bows her head against the iron gate, which is open only for one person.

His hoarse ears were twitching over his lowered head.

"My name is Sophie Whitehead, Sister of the Twenty-Fourth Ward Church,"

"Whitehead... no way?"

Estella rolls her eyes at the girl who appears.

The girl's hair was, as the name suggests, beautiful white, shining in the light.

And she looks something like Libeka.

"Yes. I'm the elder sister of the malt maker Libeka Whitehead."

Sophie's ears twitch above her shy announcement.

-- one of his ears bent in the middle.

At first glance, it looks like a bunny girl's ear and winsome, but... the broken ear never lifted up, and it never seemed that she was deliberately doing so because of her cuteness or charm.

"Oh... these ears?"

Shamefully, Sophie pats her broken ear, "You're curious, aren't you?"

"A few years ago, I fell from a high place and broke. I don't have any pain, but I don't have any hearing..."

laugh sadly

The Estella next door was tightly pressed against my chest.

"The letter from Mr. Bertina gave me an idea of who you are. I trust you."

I don't know what it said, but Bertina seems to be very trusted. I can't believe I can change my mind so much with just a letter.

The suspicious color of looking out of the window completely faded, and Sophie's eyes were filled with enveloping kindness.His red eyes, which had looked alarming, formed a gentle arc.

"Then you can let me in,"

"Yes. Nothing, but welcome."

Sophie puts her hand to the iron gate with a neat bow.

...I don't think it's heavy enough to open and close with such thin arms... ...but as always, the strength of the animal race is absurd.

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"But there is one thing I would like to keep in mind before I invite you."

The door is open.

But standing in front of it, Sophie, with her hand on the iron gate door, is in a state of being in a state of passing.

Staring straight at us, Sophie tells us with a serious look.

"There are many wounded subhuman protection in this church. Therefore, it is decided that no outsider without permission should be allowed to pass through the gate."

"I got hurt..."

Almost at the same time Estella muttered, her gaze naturally turned to Sophie's ear.

It's already a city steeped in contempt. I don't want to imagine how much the eye is on the injured.

"They are all kind children at heart, but they are very cautious about others, and in some cases they may be rude to both parties... but I am sure I cannot blame them for their rudeness."

Whatever happens in you, you can't take responsibility.

They seem to be asking, "Are you still going in?"

"And I don't believe that this is the case for you two alone... if you treat the children of the church unfairly and make inappropriate remarks."

Sophie quietly rolls up her coat.

Sophie had a small one-handed mace around her waist.

"... I trust you both,"

"You can rest assured there,"

Sophie's whole body is covered by the tense atmosphere of Bertina's extraordinary vigilance. Compared to Bertina's, it was a few steps less powerful than... yet the spirit of risking one's life to protect one's family was conveyed to me.

Some of these things I'd like to protect to that extent.

Sophie's determination must be as robust as this iron gate door.

"Come in, then," I understand that you may feel uncomfortable... and I'm sorry again sorry."

"We don't care," Rather, I even think of a sister like you as wonderful. Jillo,"

"Well,"

"Hmm... thank you very much." They are the ones that Mr. Bertina has acknowledged."

What is Bertina like to Sophie?

He'd say, "He's a nice person," regardless of who he is.

"Come in at the gate and wait." You won't be able to close this gate. And if you go on alone, you'll be attacked."

Stop past the gate as Sophie tells you.

Are you going to be a beast when you attack me? Magda when it was animalized was quite wild, but are there many of them here?

The iron gate is shut with a loud noise.

Then it was locked tightly with huge steel bar bolts.

I see. I can't break in a little bit. I can't help myself or Estella.

"Come this way," I'll serve you some delicious fruit tea."

She follows Sophie with a gentle smile in a nervous walk on her savannah.

The church grounds seemed to be quite large, with a narrow path stretching fairly long beyond the gate.

Trees grow thickly on each side, forming a little forest.

There is a church ahead, where a herd of wild beasts lives... ...why should I be in danger of my life for Filman's first love?"

Anyway, let's brace ourselves up enough.

Then we went through the forest.

A group of wounded young beasts attack in droves.

It's an all‐out attack.

`Come on, son of a b*tc*!'

````` `Well!''

Whether you rip them off or not, one kid after another hugs you.

Some even hated the kids who stuck their fingers in their noses, the kids who did the cancho, and the kids who grabbed the most delicate parts.

For a child who is not disciplined like that, it is essential to punish him without hesitation, and there is no need to hesitate in executing the sentence.

"Ugh!"

`There's something going on!'

"Hey! Let's turn around!"

`Burn it!'

`You've made a mess of it!'

...who's being executed... ...too tough, boys!

d*mn... more stamina than the children of the Forty-Second Ward Church."Maybe they're all of a race of beasts. There must have been some human beings over there.

Kids x Beast Tribe = Inexhaustible stamina and power.

I'm not a match for human beings are no match for you.

and I can't believe sixteen of them hated it."

"It's amazing... I can't believe they're so attached to me." in such a short time."

"Yasilo is very popular with children wherever they go."

Sophie and Estella are talking at a table in the garden, sipping tea gracefully. Help me, Estella. And here's the Sister. You must be a charm to these days.

"Yay!"

"Yay!"

"Hey, hey!

"Come on!"

"Mr. Yashiro,"

"Yes, sir!"

"Oh my gosh! Don't swarm! There's one of them who's very calm. Who is it? You're very polite."

All the youngsters who flock together have turned into play hungry beasts with perfect smiles.

a man without arms, a man with prosthetic legs, a man with a white eye...

All of them are sorely wounded. Some girls are left with serious burns on their faces.

But everyone is laughing merrily.

I'm sure this church is a peaceful place for them."These are the children gathered here from every ward."

Listen to Sophie, talking about her kids.

"Deeply wounded children are placed in the care of churches in each ward. There are not many parents who can take care of their children for the rest of their lives."

"I can't blame my parents... but they must be lonely."

"Well... they all look lonely every day..."

No, no, Sophie. Look at these guys.

You've got such a big smile. Oh, I'm too energetic to be bothered.

It's not convincing at all.

"Fifty years ago, it was the Asians -- in your words, the Beasts -- who were the sisters here."--but she was a woman. It began when she took over a wounded tribe of beasts who had nowhere to go in a different ward, and then came here to hand over any such child of a tribe of beasts."

"That's why it's such a large church."

"Yes. I've heard that some donations from churches in each district have been made and that the site was expanded 30 years ago."

I gave money instead of pushing the nuisance... No, the other way around.

Now that you've paid for it, take the trouble out of your hands -- that's right?

In this city, beasts often hold important positions.

Many of them have distinguished themselves by using their superior skills peculiar to the Beast race.

But the deeply wounded race of beasts cannot exert such power.

When that happens, I guess I'll let my face peek again. an abominable custom of old 'Asians'

"What will happen to them in the future?"

"In addition to education, we also provide vocational training, so we can arrange for appropriate employment."

"That's wonderful,"

If you can calculate, you'll have a job without one arm.

If you're clever with your hands, you should be able to get a job even with an artificial leg.

With cooking skills, whether you're blind in one eye or with burns on your face, you'll be able to stand on your own feet.

as long as there's a place to accept it.

"Even so, there are many people who remain here... but I guess they are afraid of the outside world."

the world of rejection

Getting back there may be a bit of a hurdle.

"There are fields and orchards on the grounds of this church. Some people have chosen to work there. And there are children like me who want to be sisters."

Libeka was saying it. They say the vegetables here are delicious.

And he said that he was here for a reason that he might be able to meet him if he was happy.

But Libeka is unable to see the person she loves.

This church is so tightly isolated from the outside world that it can't be helped.

"Sophie".

I understand the significance of this church.

So let me fulfill my purpose this time.

"In this field..."

"Hey! Wait!"

"Play more than play!"

"I'm sorry, but I'll ask you to leave,"

"Play!"

I was crushed by the kids before I spoke to Sophie.

-- so don't jump at me!

And only one of them is polite!

"All right! All right! Then I'm going to do 'I can't hide' now!"

```` `Is that so!''

"I'll count to ten, and in the meantime you'll be scattered about, and don't hide."

"'Can't you hide?'"

"Oh, it's a game where you don't hide until I say it's okay! Do you want to!"

"'I'll do it!'"

"Okay, then I'll count! Hey, hey..."

"'Wow!'"

Then, when I finished counting to ten, the kids began to lie down and sit in the sunny garden and doze off.

Okay, just stand by.

"Jillo, why don't you just call it 'sunbathing'?"

"That's all right, what?"

Actually, the kids are having fun.

"More than that, Sophie," I have a favor to ask of you."

"Yes, what is it?"

"Will you let me see a fellow working in this field?"

"In the field?"

"Oh, can't you?"

"I don't mind..."

Sophie's ears twitch before she finishes.

"Oh, you've just come. He is one of the people who works in the fields."

At the end of Sophie's finger was a young man who seemed to have just returned from the field.

walk slowly toward us

"He suffers from a serious illness and has only about one-third the stamina of others."

"A third? Working in the fields?"

"Yes, at my own pace. But never be lazy, never be spoiled, never complain. I want to send money to my sister, who left me in my hometown, so I work every day until I reach my limit... I can respect her."

Estella's gaze gently turns to me.

He probably thinks the same as I do.

Maybe he's Libeka's lover...

"Mikel! Can you give me some time?"

Sophie waves, and a man called Mikel turns around.

Maybe my stamina was the limit, but I couldn't improve my skills at all.

"...and Jillo," How many people do you think he is? I don't understand.""Well, insects... I wonder what they said.

Mikel's face approaching us was an insect's sole.

tactile, large eyes and a smooth head

However, insects are difficult to tell by their faces alone.

How many people are there...

"Oh, Sister," What do you want from me? I'm a little tired, but I'll listen to you if you don't mind telling me!"

Hmm?

This tone... ...somewhere...

"Let me introduce you," He is Mikel, an aphid."

"Oh, a visitor! Nice to meet you!"

... oh!?

"Are you Mokoka's brother!"

"Why do you know!"

Mokoka, an aphid exterminator who uses a bit of wild honorific language, met in the field of Soramame in the twenty-ninth district.

I can't believe I'd meet my brother in such a place... ...that the world is small.

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