There were many visitors to the Temple of Law. In part, it was not just believers in the Supreme God who came to supplicate there.
The building was also a court, where judgments were made in the name of God.
Cases ranged from simple everyday disputes to matters of life and death. There was a ceaseless flow of those who wished to have their cases heard in the merciless light of God.
Deeper into the Temple, they passed through a waiting room full of such people.
Past the courtrooms where cases were heard, past hallways narrow with bookshelves to the innermost place, silent and lined with marble pillars. In this deepest part of the Temple was a worship hall where an image of the Supreme God in the form of the sun was revered.
It was like something out of a myth. The sunlight slipped down between the pillars in great golden sheets. There was no out-of-place noise; the silence was absolute. This was a holy place. And at the altar knelt a woman, long staff in hand, praying.
She wore white robes over her robust figure. Her golden hair glittered in the sun. Her staff, which depicted a sword from whose hilt hung a set of scales, showed the equality of justice and law. She was so dazzling one could only think that if the Supreme God were to be Incarnated as a woman, this would be her.
Distressingly, her eyes were hidden with a black kerchief. Not that it in any way impugned her beauty; the cloth may even have made it all the more striking.
К сожалению, это изображение не соответствует нашим правилам. Чтобы продолжить публикацию, пожалуйста, удалите изображение или загрузите другое.
Sword Maiden :-?"
Suddenly, she looked up. The sacred silence had been shattered by bold, casual footsteps.
Priestess: G-Goblin Slayer, sir! Please try to be quieter..."
Slayer : This is an urgent job. If they don't mind our entering, there's no reason to wait."
Elf : I thought you seemed like the impatient type, Orcbolg."
Rimuru: Everyone's impatient yes?"
Dwarf : Such clamor is unbecoming. Be it a foreign deity or no, we are in the house of God."
Loud, lively, rough, robust. To her it was tremendously nostalgic.
" " The edges of her mouth softened ever so slightly, and the sleeve of her garment moved like a wave on the ocean.
She-Archbishop of the Supreme God, Sword Maiden-slowly rose.
Sword Maiden : Goodness. Who might you be...?"
Slayer : We've come to slay the goblins."
Goblin Slayer answered, in a clear tone and with what sounded like a quiet smile.
His attitude flirted with insolence, but he didn't sound flippant. It was a tremendously adventurer-like way to speak.
Priestess stood beside him, goggling, painfully trying to figure out how to make her greeting.
