episode_0399

Erin, the third daughter of a small baron near the Arn territory, often heard stories about the apostle of the Arts Church even before she joined the Arn family as a maid.

A person who spreads his art by wandering around the continent. A person who willingly gives what he has earned to those who are struggling. A person who saved countless people who suffered from the followers of evil gods.

In the past, when Benedick Aln was shaking the continent with his inaction, Frete, an apostle of the Arts Church, made a name for himself on the continent with his goodness.

In some ways, Frete may have been more famous among girls than Benedick.

The person known as Prete, told by bards who wandered the world, was an artist with a beautiful appearance and a sweet voice.

The Frete I met some time later was a more beautiful person than the bard had told me about.

As far as I know, Prete is of a similar age to the matriarch, but why does he still look like a 20-year-old young man? Is this also the effect of a blessing from the goddess?

Erin was impressed when she saw Prete, but did not show any further reaction.

In the past, when he was chatting with village girls at his estate, he might have shouted something harsh.

But not now. Erin, who stayed by the side of Lucy Alln and got used to her beauty, was able to react easily even when she saw Frete.

Frete slightly raised her eyebrows as if Erin’s reaction was refreshing, but did not say anything more.

“You said you were Lady Arlen’s personal maid, right?”

“Yes. Yes.”

“Before I teach you, can I see how you usually do it?”

“If the lady allows.”

“I don’t like it? You won’t give me permission?”

Erin turned her head forward at the sudden voice that came out during the conversation and looked at Lucy’s face reflected in the mirror behind her head.

A child’s face with childlike playfulness. It was not the irritated laugh that Erin had seen in the past when she had just become Lucy’s maid, but a laugh when she was happy.

When I became the young lady’s maid, I never thought I’d see a face like this.

“How could it not be?”

“I don’t like it.”

If it had been any other maid at the Arn Mansion, she would have lowered her head in surprise at Lucy’s sharp voice. But not Erin.

Knowing Lucy now, she was not scared, but instead smiled faintly and lowered her head.

“Lady. Could you please reconsider just once?”

“…What if you come out so seriously? Poor Erin. It’s really not fun.”

“Sorry. Miss.”

“That’s it. Do as you will. Instead, I thought it was because if you don’t like it, you’ll make a lot of jokes.”

“Thank you for your mercy.”

Frete smiled happily as she watched the conversation between the two naturally continue, but her expression gradually changed to a stern one when she saw Erin decorating Lucy.

“…How about it?”

“It’s not bad. For a person from a fairly noble family, this would be enough.”

Although it was something close to a compliment, Erin’s expression was not bright. I felt the anger in Frete’s tone.

“But Erin. Your master is of a different class from the daughter of a noble family. I shouldn’t use conventional methods on someone who is closer to a goddess than anyone I’ve ever seen.”

Frete’s hard tone and sharp gaze were so heavy that I wondered if the soft smile I had just seen was an illusion.

However, even with the air pressing down on her shoulders, Erin’s expression remained calm. This level of burden was nothing to her, who had endured even Lucy’s vicious behavior before she changed in the past.

“Could you tell me what needs to be fixed?”

See “. Lady Aln has such perfect form that it seems as if there is nothing she can touch. That’s true in reality, but even if it’s a perfect sculpture, there are ways to make it more beautiful.”

Erin was amazed as she listened to what Frete taught her. There is also a method like this. He truly deserves to be called the person who leads the continent’s art.

“Prete. Is it okay if I write separately in my notebook?”

“Do whatever you feel comfortable with. No. I’ll explain it again from the beginning, so take notes and keep it in mind. I cannot forgive the clumsiness of the person who dressed up Lady Arlen.”

Lucy, who was enduring boredom as it took thirty minutes just to touch one eyebrow, let out a yawn.

Then, Frete froze before explaining and urgently covered her bleeding nose.

“Perverted apostle. Please go out and search.”

“Young-ae. Sorry, but I can’t do that right now. Because I have to finish everything I have to do.”

“If you say something like that while your nose is bleeding, you’ll just look like ugly trash, right?”

“If the lady calls us ugly trash, that would be correct. It’s an honor.”“…I’m so disgusted that I feel like I’m going to vomit.”

*

Bishop Yurick’s body was found in the bishop’s bedroom.

His discovery was delayed because he was uncomfortable with other people coming into his room and took care of everything on his own.

When the people of the Arts Church realized that their comrade had died right next to them, but they did not know about his death and were not able to find him in time, they forgot that they had been arguing about suppressing the evil spirit and blamed themselves. I mourned my colleague who must have died in pain.

From the time Bishop Yurick’s body was discovered and recovered, an endless procession of mourners continued, and around sunset, the door to the church’s headquarters opened and an angel appeared.

Red eyes filled with seriousness. White skin that embraces the warmth and fatigue of the sunset. According to the apostle of the church, she has an appearance that is infinitely close to that of a goddess. Unlike his body, which appears to be fragile, his gaze is so intense that it seems as if he will not break down in the face of any trials.

Lucy Alln looked at the world with such an overwhelming presence that she even erased Frete, who was standing next to her, from the world.

Even in the face of the sunset, Lucy’s eyes did not dim but instead glowed.

The church members who were facing him right in front fell to their knees as awe spread through their hearts, and their awe spread to the back and again to the back, coloring the entire street before they knew it.

Lucy, who saw the scene, pursed her lips and took a step forward.

The wishes of the church members are piling up on her tiny feet, on her small steps that seem to disappear if touched incorrectly, but on her firm steps that never stop even in the face of countless trials.

An apology for a dead colleague.

I hope that my colleague who met the goddess will be comfortable after death.

Blame yourself. A decision to atone.

It piles up and weighs down Lucy Alln’s steps, but Lucy does not waver at all.

She confidently walked forward as if she had a burden on her back and arrived at the place where Bishop Yurik’s body was laid.

The bishop of the church who was standing there made eye contact with Lucy, bowed, and made way.

Lucy, who arrived in front of the coffin with everyone’s wishes, took a deep breath and raised her hands to her chest.

And the moment she closed her eyes, warmth began to spread from where Lucy was.

A warmth that touches and brings comfort to the regrets, sorrows, and lamentations that reside in people’s hearts. Tears flowed one by one from the eyes of the church members who felt him with their own skin.

Frete, who was watching the whole scene from Lucy’s side, thought that Bishop Yurick, who had arrived at the goddess’s side, must have smiled.

I was confident that the church members who stayed here would feel some relief from their burden.

This is the power of someone who is loved by the Lord.

really. How fortunate I am that that person is here.

Frete, who was looking at Lucy’s prayer with a stern face, wiped away her reddened eyes with the back of her hand, then closed her eyes and folded her hands together like other church members did.

*

After finishing the prayer, I slowly opened my eyes and lowered my eyelids again when I saw the atmosphere of the people in the Arts Church.

Why are the people kneeling on the streets wailing and praying?

And why are the cult leader and pervert apostle, who are supposed to control this situation, shedding tears like everyone else?

More than anything else, why don’t the cutthroat dog and the bald knight come next to me and just stare at me blankly!?

Don’t you guys work as escorts?!

Aren’t you protecting me?!

Argh! really! No, what kind of situation is this?

I just wanted to offer my condolences to the person who lost his life, but why did it end up like this!

When I think about it, the atmosphere was strange from the moment I left the church!

Even if all eyes were on me as soon as the door opened, why did everyone suddenly kneel down?

What kind of king am I?! Are you a tyrant who will blow off your head if you don’t show courtesy!?

No and why are you praying to me! The person you serve is the Crow Goddess!

If you pray to me, that’s heresy! Aren’t you afraid of the crow goddess’s jealousy!?

Ugh! I feel like I’m suffocating!

What do we do!? What should I do!?

‘…grandfather! What should I do!? The atmosphere right now is so burdensome!?’

‘It’s not that problem, it’s that I feel like I’m suffocating to death! I feel like I want to run away right now!’

‘I want to be praised, not worshiped!’

I was so angry at my grandfather’s harsh words that I was about to scream when I heard a ringing sound.

What! Thank you so much!

Why are you getting involved in this already hectic situation?

You can talk to me after you’re done!

[thank you. Apostle of the Lord. Thanks to this, believers can move forward on a better path.]

…uh.

[I don’t know if this will be repaid, but please consider it a kindness to this crow and please accept it.]

no. yes? yes?!