He was very fond of the principle of presumption of guilt!
Agnes was angry.
<What the hell are you talking about? Chan Young is caught because there is evidence of a contract with the Ma family, but Tesilide's charges are written by the Chan Young bastards. >
So be it.
"......."
The silence of Tessilid made the garrison nervous.
They also seemed to have a sense of unfairness in giving this kind of treatment to the master of the sword.
"Child."
The beauty of calling me had subsided a bit.
"Yes, Terry."
At this moment, I wanted to beat Tesilide all along, so if I asked for help, I was willing to smash it with all my might. but.
"Would you like to turn your head back?"
"......."
Turned to the side. When he heard the sound of a thunderbolt, he stretched out his hand and seemed to be being strapped.
The captain coughed in vain.
"Khmmm, I thought Sir Thesilid would understand the decision to do the process. Thank you for following the principles."
"Yes."
"Then let's go."
"Moment. May I ask you one thing?"
"Yes, yes, say."
"I would like to ask for my companion. He who awakened the divine power and came to receive the ordination of a priest."
"I see. Leave it to me."
There is a hint of reluctance to hear the Dan Leader's voice coming from the back of the water.
After completing the request, Tessilid was immediately taken aback and disappeared.
There was no greeting as to whether I didn't like to look back. [In many ways, the 'spirit of building the world' is a red flag, and it disparages the 'strict order and good' denomination.] I will. The red lungs that I want to liquidate.
"You came to receive the priestly ordination. What is your name?"
"It's Ailett Rodelaine."
A cold voice popped out as I listened. Only then did I realize that my mood was quite low now.
The head of the garrison led me to the place where the reserve priests were staying.
As I followed silently, he gave me this or that explanation.
"The One who awakens the divine power from the outside is granted the status of a preparatory priest after a brief examination. It is to affirm the capacity for healing, consecration, and purification under the supervision of the initiator. These are the abilities that you can use as soon as you awaken to the divine power, so you don't have to worry too much about the test."
"Yes."
"You just need to get your body and mind right in order to take the test. So after three days of reverence in solitary confinement, eating only bread, wine, and water, you are entitled to the test."
what? Bread and wine and water? Who controls my diet at will?
That part was the tightest, but the more important thing was somewhere else.
< is the first procedure I hear of in a biographical version. Does it make sense for Tang Choi to feed and put an outsider who has not been confirmed to be sacred for three days? I have a different intention. >
Yes, this is someone's handiwork to keep me isolated.
The mood subsided to the fullest, but the expression was steadfastly insignificant.
"Thank you for the explanation. We will follow the procedure faithfully."
"Okay. Now that you've arrived, I want you to enter your room."
He was assigned a small, shabby room that the terminal priest could use.
The last time the unit was told not to come outside unless it was unavoidable, the refurbishment disappeared.
A room with an old wooden bed, wooden stool chairs, and a small worship stand for prayer.
Looking around, Agnes expressed his displeasure.
< is a room where apprenticeship priests are locked up to reflect when they have an accident. >
Information has been added to reinforce the tightness.
yes, it's better to know. Rather than being unaware and being victimized.
I sat down on a wooden stool. It was time to take a break and control my mood.
Damn it.
Beyond the wall was a fast, nervous sound of steps. Obviously I was getting closer to where I was.
Knock knock! Boom!
Wen a young paladin stormed into my room.
He was a blonde man who looked like he was in his early to mid-20s, and somehow the impression was familiar.
<What, this guy? >
As he watched silently, he dropped his thick basket on the stand with a bang.
"It's a meal today."
Seeing the black and hard bread and sour wine also makes me feel bad again.
Then the other person glanced at me from top to bottom. It was a remarkable gaze.
He pulled his mouth on one side and laughed and said:
"I came to the woman that Tessilid Argent brought with me, and I don't think there's anything wrong with that. I just wasted my time."
By this point, I thought I should remember the name.
"Who are you?"
"Healthion Odrek. One of the ones who will be admitted three days later when you are tested."
"Alas, Sir Helcion Odrek."
Odrack. All hostility towards me as a single family civilization was understood in a snap.
I smirked as I preferred the enemy to have a definite distinction.
But the reaction of this Helcion bastard was strange.
He stiffened his face and scolded me sternly.
"Be modest in your conduct."
"......."
"That macker may have stitched it that way, but I'm not a kid."
At the moment, I almost became prejudiced against conservative denominational people.
<What's this guy? >
Thanks to the laughing Agnes, he was able to take center stage. [The 'spirit of building the world' is asking who is going to say this.]
['Libra judging the soul' laughs at the self-conscious excesses of the jabber.] Hellsion began to give a one-page speech.
"Listen. Three days later, when the confirmation of the divine power is completed, a month of doctrinal instruction is given. You must then serve the denomination for another month before you can receive the ordination. During this service you will follow the Order of Grace to which I belong and take on the chores."
<What? What kind of nonsense is that? There's no such service process. Above all, what kind of preparatory priest is put into practice right away and rolled? >
"As the deputy head of the Knights Templar of Grace, let me tell you in advance. I hate incompetent healers. I don't particularly despise those who are healers and want to be treated with a healing power that is not a big deal."
< is this cub? >
Suddenly a curse came out of Agnes' mouth.
"That Cat Hill, the man who knows how to do it is cheap and encased among the paladins. When it comes under me, I try to keep my conduct straight. Then I'm twenty-one."
Bang! I stared at the closed door silently. ['The Word of Building the World' resents the bastard who will be clear on the heel.]
['The Builder of the Skyscraper of Trials' takes heart out at the frustration.]
[The 'Inspector of Leakage of Heaven' sleeps the back of the neck.]
[I'm disappointed that the 'Balance Tuner' didn't say a word.]
['Libra who judges souls' watches over you in silence.] I reached out into the basket.
<What are you going to do now, Ailet? >
"That's a good question, Agnes."
My hand picked up the wine bottle and broke the lid.
gulp.
<Oh, Ailet? >
"Ha!"
After the bottle was blown, he wiped his lips with the back of his hand.
"Originally, I was thinking about two plans. The first plan was to follow the dungeon where Tesilide was going to vomit as a priest ordination and as a healer." [I'm unhappy with the plan of the 'Word of Building the World' to sit on the Red Lung denomination.] < unusually passive? >
"Can you tell me you're moderate?"
<So the second plan is radical? >
"Yes."
<Oh my gosh. > ['Libra judging the soul' expects hot cider.] My eyes subsided.
"Actually, I'm feeling a little bad today."
I waited for three hours today, witnessed before my eyes a live-action version of a sweet potato in which Tessilid was being treated unfairly, and I was robbed of the fertilization by Wen Hill Underdill.
Above all, bread, wine and water.
This time and experience was enough to radically frame my moderate plan.
Whirlpool, pulling the tail of his mouth and smiling. [The 'Venomous Narrator Who Tunes the Balance' likes the smile that seems to be going to make you all tight.]
[The 'pupil of the eyes that monitor the chaos of the bay' likes the look in your shape.] <So what's the plan? >
"It's simple."
As a terminal status, I will burst into compliance with the system and discipline and die. I felt like I had to have the power to do something.
"I have to be a saint."
<Oh! >[The 'Balance Tuner' Expects a Heresy Saint like never before.]
[The 'Inspector of Leakage of the Heavens' sticks his tongue out at signs of destruction of the original film, asking if he wants to sew up the position of St. Heroine.]
['Libra judging the soul' is very welcome for his transfer to the 19-gold reverse harem lopan optimization profession.]
[The 'Builder of the Trials Skyscraper' agrees with your plan, saying that the higher the tower and its status, the better.] The gods, as always, encouraged me by taking advantage of their individuality. Except for the one most important one. [The 'spirit of building the world' is rigid.]
[The 'Word of Building the World' shocks me by asking if the Apostle of the Bonsin is trying to become the Saint of the God who has gone out of the house.]
[The 'Word of Building the World' says this is an act of apostasy, and he runs away with heartache.]" Ahh