16 5. Thunder Blade

"Thunder blade?

"Haven't you heard of it?

Yuut, buried in a pile of documents in his own office, asked back with frivolous eyes to Valtrude, who was still sparingly exposed to the glowing beauty of the day.

Most importantly, its beauty is also now strongly coloured with fright.

But Yut also has a situation.

I've been in full territory management for a month. The mount of documents, which continued to increase in proportion to its smoothness, finally entered the floor from the desk.

If it was just a sign, I would have left the scrolls to automated magic equipment (magic items) and dancing writing.

This tragedy, in other words, was not so much a result of Yut's low processing capacity as a tragedy simply due to lack of manpower.

An official who has completed the interview is scheduled to take up his assignment in the near future. A little more patience, Yut said. One stretch.

"So, what does a blade of thunder have to do with the Hellenonian God?

"Don't you know"

It was a guess adding to the behavior that Valtrude came all the way here, not Alcia, but she seemed to have interpreted it in a different way.

"What is a blade of thunder... Oh, the organization of the Temple of Helenonia"

Yuuto digs out of the pile of documents and searches for information on the pluralistic daiichi he left on the desk.

"Not at all...... Documents are missing."

"Oh. Sorry, Val."

When Valtroude picks up the paperwork for nothing, he organizes it. Such a trivial kindness is embarrassing and delightful.

Focus on pluralism and omnipotence, except consciousness, so that it is not distracted.

"The blade of thunder, the largest congregation of the Temple of Helenonia. The aim is to maintain security in the city where the temple was set up in the struggle against the evil god Daxtum and his followers. Oh, my God, you even have criminal jurisdiction."

The Kingdom of Rotosilt is strongly linked to the Temple of Helenonia as generations of kings qualify as Cathedral Knights.

There will be a background to that, and in some cases trials will be burdensome to the extent of local lords. However, from a Japanese-born yut, it seems too great a power for a particular temple to have.

"What do you mean, that lightning blade?

He's coming.

Tong and Valtrude say as they match the height of the paperwork on the desk.

"Huh?"

"A messenger from the great temple of Sejour, the king's capital, is coming. He's waiting for me in the reception room."

"Say it first."

Nevertheless, I really wouldn't have had time to go down with pluralism if I had been told earlier, so that's troublesome.

The uniform I was wearing, just like that. Weave a pure white robe that was unwrought on the chair and leave the office behind as soon as possible.

"The messenger, Mr. Arcia, is he dealing with?

"Oh. I haven't even met him yet. Alcia told me to go get Yut."

Nice call, Alcia.

"Mmm...... Then I..."

"What's wrong?

There was no response from Valtrude.

Not because I didn't answer, but because I arrived in the reception room.

For once, Yut knocks, then lets Valtrude in first. It's a hassle, but it's a necessary procedure.

"Thank you for waiting."

At the same time as Valtrude entered the room, a girl rose in momentum from the sofa in the reception room, which was attached to a castle fortress in Hellenonia.

"It's Alaina North Tin!

Small, but for training cathedral knights, or supple and luminous limbs.

I have all my blonde hair cut at my shoulders, and because of my age, I feel cuter than prettier first. She was a girl who was healthy and was likely to be liked by the person in front of her.

It's a mass-produced Valtrude.

Isn't this metaphor interesting even though it's pretty easy to understand? Yes, it was Yut who praised himself, but at all costs, even though this Brouwers spread, in that he was the only one who could accurately understand the nuances?

"It is an honor to meet our hero Valtrude."

"Ah, oh. It's Valtrude Istas. This is Yut Amaxa, the housekeeper."

"Say hello."

"Best regards,"

Is the end of the phrase fixed...

Yut feels that way, without appearing to be offended by the light greeting compared to Valtrude.

From what I can see, Alcia, who has been dealing with it since earlier, is also bitterly laughing.

"So, the Temple of Helenonia - a messenger from the blade of thunder."

Valtrude also lowered his hips in a position that hit him face-to-face, recommending that Alaina take a seat. Behind that sofa, Arcia and Yut move so that they can serve.

"Yes, specifically, it has been confirmed in your letter, but I would like to briefly ask Falve to allow the establishment of the Temple of Hellenonia."

"A temple? There is land..."

Originally, I was going to recommend it, and in that sense, I could say a ship across.

But Valtrude was not willing to raise his hands and endorse it. The reason for this was that I felt a sense of vigilance from Yut.

Valtrude shares that sense of vigilance as he turns the script - because he can't read it - straight to Yut.

It's a pile from my adventurous days. Unfortunately, the parties have not realized that that is the heartfelt spirit that lovers envy each other as well. Unfortunately.

"I've just been briefed. Permission to establish a temple; and provision of land. The cost of building the temple is the taking out of the Hellenonian temple. However, it seeks police and criminal justice powers in the Territory"

"Mmm..."

Alleyna turns her gaze of dissatisfaction to Yuut, who even covers the contents of the letter.

Perhaps I don't care how the Hellenic followers have a lot of mouth for heroes or how they sum it up.

But Yut pretended not to notice.

"Right. Sounds like nothing special."

"Right."

Arcia also nods at Valtrude's words.

It's good to be as usual.

But aside from the thought of a girl named Alaina, I felt that the thought of the Temple of Helenonia, who had sent out a messenger unintentionally without even touching it, seemed clear to Yut.

"Okay, Alaina..."

"Ha, it's Alaina North Tin!

"I'll get back to you later. Until then, I want you to spend time in this fortress."

"Is it true, is it! Oh, I can't do that..."

A castle fortress founded overnight by the Hellenonian God using miracles.

It was an eye-glowing Alleyna when she could stay there, but she drops her shoulders as if she was immediately depressed.

"I'm afraid I've been instructed to ask permission to come here as a sacrifice to the same God."

The same thing was written in the letter, though in a far-fetched way.

(This is a shitty...)

Yut desperately put up with the fact that he was about to look up to heaven.

As far as he was concerned, police powers, whatever, were not even willing to dawn on him until the right to trial.

For Falv, who still doesn't have all sorts of guards, policing with lightning blades is really convenient. But what would happen if Valtrude, the same Hellenonian diocesan knight and hero, gave him even the right to trial in this falve behind him?

Though a blade of thunder that serves good, no, that's why if you can't hold it down when it runs wild, a fatal thing could happen.

Behind the blade of thunder lies the great temple of Sejour, the king's capital.

The cheap delegation of power is only a spark of the future.

It is easy for Yut to advise Valtrude and direct him in the direction he thinks.

However, "as a sacrifice to the same God" clearly limits the negotiating partner to Valtrude. So I can't do that.

If we're going to do that, then the magician who tries to pinch the couch will be able to do the figure of a puppet lord.

That had to be avoided for the future.

"Admit it, I want you to tell him"

"Thank you!

(Val, boy!

I was about to raise my voice unintentionally Yuut, but the next moment, its meaning changes.

"However, I want the head of the temple to appoint me"

"Yes......?

"I don't mind nominal things, and if things don't go wrong, I'm not going to say anything."

At the hands of Valtrude, the wind direction completely changed. Yut is desperately patient screaming for pleasure.

"It's mine, in one place, the..."

"I'm qualified as a priest too, so it shouldn't be a problem. I'm sorry, but I want you to make a decision on this occasion as offering yourself to the same God."

"Ugh..."

If Valtrude is at the top, even in nominal terms, it's easier to do things. I think I'll put a cross spear in it.

Finally, Yut, who can't stand a bad smile, thinks about garlic and future developments.

I don't know if it's the temple of Helenonia or the blade of thunder, but in the end, I would have to swallow Valtrude's suggestion. Actually, it's a reasonable story.

Perhaps Valtrude doesn't have a deep understanding of where Yut felt the crisis.

Still, excellent judgment and precise bargaining power that creased Yut's will. This time, I was saved by it.

(Right, if there's no knowledge or computation involved, Val's a pretty good guy, too)

Again, yuut to review the Valtrude thing.

"Dear Valtrude, would you like to join us, if you will, with the Apostle, to Sejour, the king's capital? Readiness for Momentary Movement (Teleport) is fine."

In a whispering tone, Yut asks Valtrude. Said she made her eyes black and white at the call "Master Valtrude," but it was never enlightened except within her body.

"Damn, I'm going to talk to you!

Make sure Alaina North Tin, who proclaimed it with a bright red face, left with a bummer, a few seconds later.

"Well done, Valko!

Yut shakes and strokes Valtrude's head from behind, rarely exploding his emotions.

"Oh, man. Stop it or not."

Without a completely unconvincing Valtrude protest other than the content, Yut was just a momentum from behind.

What would have happened to Valtrude's expression, which seemed to melt in joy, if he had actually done so?

"But what did you just say, Master Valtrude? I got chills."

"Me, too."

"... well, good for you"

Alcia snapped like the other HRs beside her as she watched the two laughing at each other innocently.

Appeal didn't mean this... I didn't feel like making a senseless point about the appearance of my best friend who seemed sincerely happy.

The sound of Parin and gems crumbling echoes in deep, dark darkness.

At the same time, one young man awoke from a deep sleep.

You can say it's neat. Face. There is insurance, but at the same time it entails an attractive atmosphere that attracts people. For that, he was a middle-bodied, hard to impress man.

At the same time as awakening, the vessel of the soul of the one who was called Triade begins to organize the situation without despair.

Failed.

Returned to blister.

A ritual that invites a spiral of despair (Reliouria).

Most people in the Book of Nothingness (Caios Evil) did not know about the grief.

Our petition.

By just six adventurers, everything collapsed.

The Spirit Prince of the Evil Flame Il Canjual, who was supposed to invite a spiral of despair by proper death by ritual. Two Triades who share the same purpose as him.

The intervention of the gods will destroy the soul, and the existence will be extinguished without resurrection or riding around.

The Book of Nothingness, which has been in operation for decades on hand salt, has also been devastated for a long time.

Sandalwood's fanatical jewel (Ebony Orb) was also lost.

Never again, I can't do the same.

"The Book of Nothingness" The only surviving man makes a sober decision.

With him, it was only a coincidence that he survived.

There is a spell called "Soul Pod."

A theoretical spell that transfers one's own soul to a gem that serves as a focal point and replaces it with life that exists within a certain range. It was used to take over physically superior individuals.

The jewel whose body perished and became the focal point with the soul of the flesh that took over was crushed, and his soul returned to its original body.

I mean, I just wanted to use better flesh, and I wasn't preparing this spell to survive.

But now you should thank God for that good fortune. The spiral of despair must also provide protection.

The man who sat on the sleeping table distorted his mouth evilly.

The opportunities for salvage given must be maximised.

This room, the entrance was nowhere.

I just have to get in and out with the Moment Move spell, it's his private room. Even those adventurers can't help but overlook it.

This is where it starts again.

The means of definitively unleashing the spiral of despair crushed with the loss of the Spirit Prince of Fire, Il Canjual.

But it's not like there's no way.

Obelisk under the abandoned temple of Falve.

A secret tool (artifact) that gathers magic and opens space-time doors.

Naturally, we have that information. There is also a period of one year left until the magic fills.

"As for the prep period, it's good"

A man snaps.

Collect and organize monsters. Plan an operation, until the day of execution, dive into the darkness.

A year? Yeah, only a year.

There are spells, magic implements, funds, and last trump cards left for it.

"All for equal nothingness"

A voice as if to freeze the soul of the listener penetrated the dark space, and eventually, the figure of the man disappeared as well.