episode_0340

About the time the sun points towards the center.

Lucy left the training ground saying she had work to do, but soon returned with a very distressed expression on her face.

Lucy’s face was rotting to the point that even Frey noticed it, and the four people suspected that something bad was going on, but the words that came out of her mouth were far from an accident.

“The perverted apostle said he wanted to see you guys for a while, so come along.”

Even a pervert? The moment Joey heard that word, a question mark appeared in his head, but he didn’t open his mouth.

Usually, the role of beating Lucy was Arthur’s.

But today was different. Arthur just frowned slightly and was only looking at Lucy’s eyes.

After being treated harshly last time, are you sparing your words?

Ugh. So, I have no choice but to ask.

“Me. Youngae. Sorry, but who is the perverted apostle?”

There is “. A disgusting pedo pervert that I don’t even want to talk to.”

…So you’re curious about who that person is?!

It was an unexpected person who gave Joy, who was screaming internally, the answer she was hoping for.

“Are you talking about the apostle of the Arts Church?”

“Okay. That perverted bastard.”

Is the apostle of the Arts Church a pervert?

Joey, who was looking at Lucy’s disgusted expression, tilted his head without realizing it.

Because the Apostle Frete of the Arts Church she knew was not that kind of person.

Prete.

A person who had made a name for himself by wandering around the continent even before Joy was born.

He was a priest who raised the name of the art sect by resolving various incidents caused by followers of evil spirits, and a great artist who led the trends of the continent. He was respected by everyone.

If Prete was truly a strange person, how could he have participated in the Patran festival?

Joy, who had encountered a man named Prete several times at festivals, could not understand why he was called a pervert, even though many noble ladies were constantly praising him.

“Joy?”

“Yes?”

“I know what you’re thinking, but once you go, you’ll understand.”

If not only Lady Aln but also Fabi said this, then there must be something I don’t know.

“There’s nothing to say now, right?”

“No. There is.”

“What is it? Speak quickly. Don’t waste my precious time.”

“I can’t go and meet the apostle of the Arts Church like this.”

My hair was a mess from all the physical training I did just a moment ago. Clothes soaked in sweat. A face covered in dirt. I can’t meet Frete like this!

“Hmm? Idiot, you have terrible taste. What’s so good about that perversion?”

“What kind of nonsense are you talking about?!”

It’s true that Frete is still a cool guy, but I’m not crazy enough to have a crush on someone who is over 20 years older than me!

“Then what is it? Just because an idiot puts on makeup doesn’t mean he won’t be an idiot.”

“You know this too! The influence of the apostle of the Arts Order on the social world!”

Prete is so prestigious that every word he utters becomes an adverb describing the nobleman.

What if such a person even brought up a story somewhere that the daughter of the Patran family was in trouble!

Joy, who imagined a dark story going on behind her back, raised her voice even in the face of Lucy’s indifferent expression.

“Anyway, I’m going to wash up!”

“Young-ae. I will also come in good shape.”

“Then I will go too. You can’t act like this when meeting an apostle of the church.”

After the three people left, Lucy, who was left at the training ground, looked at Frey, who was still hesitant as if he was awkward, and held his forehead.

“Foolish prosecutor.”

“…Huh?”

“You should wash up too.”

“Why?”

“Then later, we will spar all day and help you figure out the topic.”

“I understand. I’ll go and come back.”

*

“3Prince. Is there anything that is distracting to me right now?”

Standing in front of the door where the apostle of the Arts Order was waiting, Joy looked at her outfit and asked a question.

“Ha. joy. This is already the fourth time to ask that question.”

“But.”

“And my answer is the same as the third. Please stop making a fuss. The apostle of the Arts Church is not an idiot, so why would he say something bad about the daughter of the Patran family?”

Joey ended up keeping his mouth shut in front of Arthur’s correct opinion. Even in my own opinion, this was too much of a fuss.

After the commotion stopped, Arthur opened the door to the room with a sigh.

“Welcome. I was waiting.”

Prete got up from his seat as soon as the group showed up and was polite as usual.

I gave Arthur a greeting and a compliment.

He showed his friendliness to Joy by mentioning the Patran festival.

In the case of Fabi, she expressed pure admiration and said that she had become great.

Of course, Frete also complimented Frey, but there was not even the slightest movement on Frey’s face.

Did he feel that the praise was meaningless? Instead of continuing, Prete shrugged his shoulders and turned his gaze towards Joey and Fabi.

“Lady Patran. And the saint of the given church. I am making costumes for you two. Is there anything you would like?”

“…Yes?”

“…Yes?”

“Huh? Didn’t you hear? Since the lady asked me for a favor, I thought we had discussed it in advance.”

As Prete continued to speak, Joey turned his head towards Lucy behind him.

Lady?! What is this story about?!

Although I asked the young lady to choose a dress for me, this is it!

“Why? no? Maybe so. Even I would be horrified if these clothes were made by such a disgusting pervert.”

“No! How can you not like it! that is! …that. I was just surprised to receive so much more than I expected.”

You can become the center of a social gathering just by wearing the jewelry made by this person, but this is a dress made by Frete herself!

It’s too much!

It’s burdensome!

I didn’t expect it to get this far!

“Puhaha. Stupid young lady. That sounds funny. What a great thing this pervert created.”

“…Are you serious?”

It is true that an apostle of an art cult only gives out accessories to people he approves, so it goes without saying that it is a great thing for him to make a dress tailored to an individual!

Are you kidding me?! Right?!

“Joy. You’ve been looking at that guy for so long and you still don’t know? Lucy Alln does not understand the value of the Apostle at all.”

“It doesn’t make sense.”

“Ahaha. Lady Patran. Calm down. What Lady Aln said is not just wrong.”

Due to the dissuasion of Frete, the person involved, Joy had no choice but to keep her mouth shut.

“So is there something you want?”

If it gets to this point, it’s rude to refuse.

Joey shook his head, trying to keep a calm expression.

“I will leave it to the Apostle.”

“Me too. Please do as the Apostle wishes.”

“I understand. Then I guess I’ll have to think about it.”

Ugh. No matter what Lady Arlen thinks, this is a huge debt.

It can’t just be passed off as a gift passed between friends!

What on earth should I do to repay this!

Just as Joey was groaning inwardly, Frete stood up and stood next to Lucy.

“Then everyone. Please wait here for a moment. From now on, I am planning to decorate the young lady, and I would like you to evaluate her.”

“I’m asking you a favor because it’s hard to believe the eyes of this pervert. No matter how poor your knowledge is, it will be better than this pedo.”

“Ahaha. As you can see, the lady distrusts me very much. Please wait. It won’t take long.”

As soon as the two people left bickering, Arthur burst into laughter as if it were absurd.

“Lucy Alln. What on earth does that guy have to do with Frete?”

“Sure.”

Prete, who even refuses the king’s request to his face, listened to the lady’s request and decided to make dresses for the two of us.

What kind of relationship is there between the two that makes something like that possible?

ah. If you think about it.

“Paybee. You know something, right?”

When the Lady called Frete-sama a perverted apostle, Fabi understood what she said.

That would mean that Fabi knows something about the relationship between the two.

Fabi smiled awkwardly as she saw Arthur and Joey’s gaze directed at her.

“…I know something. Ugh. I can’t say it with my own mouth.”

Joey’s eyes widened when he saw Fabi’s reaction.

For most things, Fabi would have given a standard answer without a change in expression, but she was showing signs of embarrassment!

What kind of connection is there between the two?

…no way?!

“Did you become close to Frete?!”

“Joy! Do you think that makes sense?!”

As soon as Joey could make a sound, Fabi raised her voice.

“That comment is rude to both of you! Please be careful!”

“That. crime. sorry. Fabi.”

Isn’t this it?

So what is it?

What on earth does this have to do with why Fabi is reluctant to talk?

There is absolutely no way to guess. How many times had various thoughts appeared in Joy’s head and then subsided?

Joey looked up following the sound of the door opening and felt all his thoughts evaporate and his mind turn pure white.

The first word engraved in her mind, which had become white paper, was noble.

Red eyes that look down at the world indifferently.

Even closed lips. Even the silky hair that falls past the slightly exposed collarbone.

A pure white dress that looked as if it had been made from snow that fell from the sky, and skin that was similarly clean and clearly vibrant.

It was all so noble and noble that Joey saw a vision of wings behind the woman’s back.

what. what?

Am I dreaming?

okay. It’s definitely like that.

If it wasn’t a dream, it wouldn’t make sense for an angel to appear before me.

…Huh?!

what. Why is an angel approaching me?

What did I do wrong? What mistake did I make again?!

“…can you hear me?”

“Yes hey?!”

“Ha. really. Because you keep doing this, I’m calling you a jerk. You idiot.”

“…Lady Aln? Do you?”

“Are you stupid? There can’t be two people this pretty and cute in the world.”

…That’s right. Because the only person who talks like this is Youngae.

Uh oh. Now that I think about it, this dress looks somewhat familiar.

Did I pick it for you?

No, but I don’t think it felt like this the last time you wore it.

But this design was definitely my choice.

“…eh?!”

Are you really a young lady?!

If you decorate it properly, this is what will happen!?

“Stop being stupid. How does it look with your poor eyes?”

“You are truly noble…”

“Puhaha. For a duke’s daughter, don’t you have a very limited vocabulary?”

After giggling for a while as if satisfied, Lucy turned towards the others who were still frozen.

Wow. I really don’t know how to describe it.

Every time I see it, my vocabulary evaporates and all I can say is that it is noble.

Looking at other people’s reactions, it seems I’m not the only one like this.

The 3rd prince’s face looked as if it was going to explode and he couldn’t speak properly.

Fabi couldn’t even see properly so she was glancing away.

The Lady of Kent has lost her voice and is just following the Lady she knows with her eyes.

This is what happens when Frete decorates an already pretty girl.

…I’d like to ask you a favor too.

Even if I get rejected, at least once.

“Lady Aln.”

“Huh? What? Idiot?”

“Where are you, Prete?”

“Why that pervert?”

“I want to ask you something.”

“He’s in the next room, but you can’t talk to him. Like a disgusting pedo, I gave up on being human.”

…What do you mean, you gave up being human?

What on earth are you doing that makes you hear such deep disgust in your voice?

Joy, curious, got up from her seat and quietly headed to the next room.

And the moment Joey saw Frete lying there, he understood Lucy’s disgust.

Blood leaking out of the nose.

A face full of happiness, as if there was no end to it.

A disgusting smile engraved on the corner of his mouth.

“Ahh. Goddess. I encountered another goddess here. He even showed mercy by kicking the face that He stepped on with His gracious feet. If I feel like it, I won’t wash it for the rest of my life…”

And the sinister voice and the content that makes people sick of it.

Frete, the apostle of the Order of Arts, was not there.

The only thing in the room was a perverted bastard who should be locked up immediately.

Joy, who had no confidence to handle the scene any further, quietly closed the door and returned to the room to hug Lucy.

“You idiot. Why are you suddenly like this?”

“You’ve worked really hard. Youngae.”

“…Huh?”

“Thank you so much for your hard work. Youngae.”

“Uh. huh. Yes.”

…Now I finally understand how Fabi feels.

How can I tell you that the apostle of the Arts Church is such a crazy pervert? Even if it’s like me, I can’t say it.