49 - 37 A bowing saint does not laugh

The military city of Berkoua.

That seems to be the name of the place where we are now.

It seems that we have entered the territory of Bergua without knowing it.

However, this is the first time we have received such an enthusiastic welcome.

I guess they must be very nervous about "territory".

Perhaps it was just that other places were too loose.

But the town has a very staid atmosphere, doesn't it?

Yes, it is. I think everyone is scared of something.

Looking around at the surrounding scene, we felt an indescribable sense of discomfort.

If we were so inclined, it wouldn't take long for these kids to get there, would it?"

Ophir looked at the five girls who were leading us away and complained.

It's true that they all look the same, and that archery was pretty powerful, but .......

'Anyway, I guess the first thing we need to do now is to figure out what's really going on in the town. They are putting so much effort into the military. I'm guessing that these kids are weapons of some kind. --Something with a "saint."

But hey ......

Ophir, who loves his freedom, did not like what he was seeing.

If we are unjustly detained, then you are welcome to go wild.

"Oh!　I'll do my best to destroy this town!

Ophir clenched his fists in happiness at my words.

No, well, ...... yes.

You don't have to destroy the town,......?

◇ ◇ "--Well done my Berkoua!

I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to get a good deal on the newest addition to your family. Welcome, saints."

The man who greeted us in the throne room was a stern-looking man in his forties or so.

He was dressed in heavy armor, and the intimidation he radiated suggested that he had been training hard.

He must be a first-rate warrior as well as a king.

But what caught my attention more than that was the woman standing by his side.

She was a beautiful, cool beauty just like Arka, but for some reason I had a feeling that I had met her before.

My name is Zestgarde. My name is Zestgard, and I am the king of Berkoua. First of all, I apologize for the rough welcome. These homunculi are excellent, but they are inflexible. They do not take kindly to intruders.

"Homunculus ......?"

The King of Zestgard said proudly to Alka, who raised his eyebrows.

Yes," said King Zestgard with a proud look on his face. The artificial life form created with the best of our Bergua's magical engineering technology - the "homunculus". Incidentally, they are based on my daughter here - Xana, the saint of the bow.

「「「「--?

These children are artificial life forms?

And based on my own daughter......, the saint of the bow?

It must have been painful for us, who were all at a loss for words.

King Zestgarde smiled wryly and said.

Well, let's talk about the details at dinner. First of all, you should heal your tired body after the long journey. --Zana, show him around.

I understand.

She nodded quietly, and Xana, the saint of the bow, approached us.

Follow me. I will show you to the drawing room.

Yes, yes. Thank you.

After Magmael nodded, we bowed to the King of Zestgard and left the throne room.

◇ ◇And so we were led to the drawing room.

The drawing room we were taken to was a rather luxurious room.

Well, I guess it's supposed to be separate for men and women. ......

I was assigned to a room alone and lonely.

Apparently, not to mention the King of Zestgarde, Xana also seemed to think of me as some sort of saint's attendant.

Of course, the ladies had asked to share a room with me, but unfortunately, it seems that their wish was not granted.

Well, it can't be helped.

There are rules here.

You have to go with the flow," she said.

By the way, I heard you are the saint of the bow.

I asked Xana, who was about to leave the room.

Yes, I am. What about it?"

No, those homunculus?　I'm just curious because those homunculus kids were so powerful.

Of course," he said.　They have been given my power as a saint, that is, the skill of the "Heavenly Bow" and a "pseudo-holy bow" that is as close to the original holy bow as possible.

Is that so? 　It's amazing, isn't it?

I thought I was honestly praising the technology of this town.

"You are a very talkative person, aren't you?

"Huh?"

I heard that Xana didn't take it very well.

I'll call you again at dinner.

With that, she left the room with a blank expression on her face.

I was a little disappointed, of course.

Naturally, I was a little disappointed.

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