episode_0747

While Frey and Lucy were repeatedly combing and breaking pottery under the Aurora, those left behind in Caria’s shop were engaged in a fierce battle of wits over the order of Lucy’s use.

There were two main points of discussion. One was about the order itself. The other was about which order was slightly more advantageous.

At that moment, when countless thoughts crossed each and every word flowing out from the table, Joy smiled with her eyes covering her face with a black fan.

Actually, I don’t care when I’m with Lucy. Even if it’s not an opportunity like this, I’ll always be with Lucy.

At best, it means that you can force someone to do something they normally wouldn’t do?

Actually, that doesn’t mean much either, but if you show off too much, it’ll be a problem if Lucy hates you.

It’s true that you can do whatever you want for a few days, but it’s only a few days.

If you don’t think about it until after this is over, you may pay a heavy price.

Considering that, this incident doesn’t mean much to me.

But not other people.

“The negotiation is extremely difficult.”

Faby would like Lucy to preach or something more at the Holy Land.

In the course of the wars of the mythical age, the unification of various religions was declared, but it was not as easy as it sounded.

It is said that a sense of camaraderie was created through the war, but the process of melting each other’s cultures is not as easy as it sounds. It is said that each god came down to earth to help, but it is difficult to melt away even the seeds of distrust.

What is needed at times like this is not a difficult sermon or a lofty authority. Something that can be intuitively admired and accepted is what can solve all problems.

In that sense, who is more qualified for this situation than Lucy?

Lucy, who can convince everyone in the world with just her appearance, has a greater effect than a hundred words.

In addition, it is important that Lucy is the daughter of the Lord.

If Lucy heads to the Holy Land, Armadi will naturally follow.

If Armadi can be seen coordinating the other gods there, the Holy Land will be restored to harmony.

“That’s right.”

“I wish my older brother would show some consideration for his elders.”

“Isn’t it okay for you, a young person, to take care of your older brother?”

“You’re petty.”

“You too.”

And the two men of the royal family, if we are to be exact, do even more.

Unlike Faby, who just needs Lucy to do her bidding, the two are competing to see who can make Lucy aware of them first.

Is it because the two of them have been declaring to each other since their last fight in the arena? The bond between brothers has long since been shattered.

But if you look at it from the perspective of an outsider who is one step away, those two bickering means nothing.

Lucy herself has no intention of dating, so what kind of answer would come from trying this and that with two men?

Lucy, who just recently declared that if there’s anyone who likes her, they’re either a pedophile or a piece of trash who only seeks power. If you really want to confess to Lucy, you have to change this mindset first.

Joy snorted as she watched Arthur and Rene bickering, but Joy herself had never experienced proper love.

What she says to herself as if anything could happen is nothing more than a combination of fantasy stories and various romance novels that young ladies used to share when they got together.

In reality, the chances of her thinking being right were slim.

If Runevia were here right now, wouldn’t she have looked at Joy, who was avoiding her gaze, as if something had happened?

Anyway, at the table where there was almost no compromise between the two sides, Frete, who had been silent until then, reached out for the first time.

“First of all, anytime is fine. The things that I and my goddess want to ask of you, Alun Youngae, have nothing to do with time or place. Of course, the sooner the better, but it’s not like I can’t wait even a few days.”

So, when Frete asked them to speak after everything was decided, those who had been grumbling looked at each other with their mouths shut.

In the subtle air thus created, Joy lowered her fan.

“I don’t really care. The timing of what I ask Lucy to do is not important.”

As the two took a step back, Faby, who had been watching, also quietly opened her mouth.

“The building in the center of the Holy Land will be completed soon. If you can prepare for it by then, I’m fine with any time.”

“Are you saying it’s already done?”

Frete blinked in bewilderment and asked Faby again.

“That can’t be possible. The building our goddess designed would take at least several months to build with current technology.”

“That’s because the god of architecture himself was working on it, so the construction speed was several times faster.”

“I want to go see it right now.”

“The God of Architecture will not allow it. He has been reacting sensitively to the influx of his own seeds recently.”

This completion ceremony is not simply a story that ends with the construction of a building.

Because it symbolizes the rebirth of a holy land that was destroyed by war in the mythical age.

Arthur and René, who are sensitive to political issues, noticed this as soon as they heard Phoebe’s story, and without anyone having to do anything else, they came to the conclusion that they had to take care of the saintess.

In the end, only two people were left in this story: Arthur and Rene.

“Hey, Fabi.”

Joy, who noticed the situation the two had reached, quietly opened her mouth to organize today’s story.

“What is the exact date of completion?”

“I’m not sure, but I’m guessing between one and two weeks.”

“Assuming that the goddess of beauty and art and the god of architecture are not completely satisfied?”

“Yes. Because there will never be enough time to completely satisfy both of you.”

“Then let me ask you one last favor. So that you can do whatever you want. Don’t worry about the budget. The Partran family will actively support you.”

“Because there are already some parts planned.”

“So I should tell you two in advance.”

If you two have the spirit of craftsmanship, you can make time for Faby using the excuse of making time for her. If God wants it, how can a human refuse it?

“And by the way. It’s better to have Lucy all to yourself at the end than to worry about time.”

“That’s right?”

Joy, who had convinced Faby with her eloquence worthy of a duke, immediately turned her head towards Arthur and Rene.

“And you two. Since you’ve already given up your prince titles, I’ll call you Arthur and Rene.”

“That’s right. Now, I feel uncomfortable hearing the word prince.”

“You were calling me whatever you wanted anyway. Do whatever you want.”

“Thank you. I’m saying this because it’s more convenient to use a title, but what difference does it make if you two argue? Since it’s a situation where only the two of you have to decide, you should wait and see Lucy’s reaction before making a decision.”

Arthur and Renee were silent at Joy’s straightforward suggestion.

It’s not that they didn’t know that because they were two. It’s just that because of what happened at the arena, they realized that they weren’t even treated like men, so they were just afraid to approach Lucy.

“Cowards.”

“Ahem.”

“big.”

Joy, who had been looking at the two of them coughing in vain as if they were in sync, shook her head and continued speaking.

“What I’d like to ask Lucy is to get involved in social circles. If it weren’t for this opportunity, I don’t think Lucy would even bother.”

“Is this an improvement in the image?”

Joey nodded at Arthur’s question.

“There’s no need for that. What does it matter how the other ladies treat Lucy? After all, Lucy is a hero who saved the continent.”

“Then what?”

“Don’t you want to see? The sight of the kids who used to curse Lucy trembling and bowing their heads before Lucy?”

Of course, it’s not just the other young ladies who are at fault. The guilt lies with both sides.

“For reference, I want to see it.”

But who cares about such circumstances? Joy is just Lucy’s friend. And the other young ladies who cursed Lucy are outsiders. Discrimination is completely natural.

“Joy.”

“Yes?”

“If Lucy Allen saw your expression right now, she would say, ‘Villainess’.”

“Huh, you’re saying the obvious. Lucy always said to me that I was a villain in terms of looks, right?”

*

Sigh. I’m tired.

Frey. I wasn’t asking that damn guy to dance.

At some point, Frey got the hang of it and kept repeating the dance, saying that it would get better if he did it this way. Even though I showed him the method, he refused and moved around on his own for a whole day before he nodded his head in satisfaction.

‘Dancing is fun. I’ll come back next time after studying more.’

‘Next time, bring someone else to play with!’

‘I’ll come next time.’

Although I managed to escape from Frey, I wasn’t able to completely escape her clutches.

‘And Lucy said she’d do me a favor. I’m going to keep wearing those clothes until I’m done playing with everyone.’

I have to keep wearing these useless, flashy clothes. It really bothers me because it reminds me of my dark past.

‘What clothes don’t suit me? It’s just a matter of personal preference.’

But what can I do? I brought this disaster upon myself. I guess I’ll just have to hold out for a month or so.

With that thought in mind, I opened the door to the mansion and made eye contact with my dad, who was happily looking at the family portrait hanging in the middle of the mansion.

“Oh. Lucy?”

“I’m back.”

“Those clothes.”

“This? I just happened to wear it. Don’t worry about it.”

The moment I gave a vague answer because it was too long to explain the situation, Papa’s large body fell backwards and made a loud noise.