320 Prologue

From the raids of the Beasts in the arena of the Regra God, it dawned overnight.

Yut, who was sent out to Valtrude that morning, was visiting an Arussian room.

What was put through without so much waiting was a murderous room with so little stuff.

The situation around you can be perceived by the crimson eye bands, so it shouldn't be because there's too much stuff at stake. Simply, I guess there's just a lack of appetite for ownership.

But even though I know why, I feel strangely cold right now.

Instead of sleeping, dressed in her usual relaxed legal clothes, she invites him to the bed with a smile on her lips. Does having a simple chair but choosing a bed represent a sense of distance between them?

I'm pretty sure there's nothing more to it than having an albino girl still asleep in bed.

With sleepy Jonah lying on the side, Yuut sitting on the bed opens his mouth in large measure.

"How's it going?

"No problem."

Answer returned without intermittent hair. Words as if they were prepared in advance.

When I hear that, the unfamiliar emotion in Yut brings me a sickle.

"I just got upset because I didn't even think I could really be targeted. I've settled down after one night."

Alcia turns away from Yut and strokes the hair of an Albino girl sleeping in bed. From the side hidden by a crimson eyelid, I cannot deny its sincerity.

So there's no basis.

Still, it doesn't matter, Yut said.

"If that's what you say, that's fine, but I guess I can be honest sometimes. Well, not before me..."

A voice that gets gradually smaller. I'm embarrassed. More than that, I want to beat myself up about what you're talking about. Especially, I didn't need the second half.

Alcia is also stopping her hand stroking Jonah's hair, as she was surprised.

"If you're too worried, that'll make you nervous."

"Okay. Well, just do as you always do."

Yut stopped pursuing any further because of that feeling.

So far.

"Murgush, I want to compile the information I've got so far about God, will you hang out with me?

"... sure, then I'm the only one."

“Empty” Murgoosh.

A pillar of the gods with evil phases. Ever since Fermina, the sun god, lost, he has moved away from the tabular stage, and his followers on earth have not had a chance to see even the adventurers, the Yuts.

If we were to talk about a god that is rarely known to the public, there would be no more aptitude than that of her, the Archbishop (Patriarch). More importantly, there were decisions that it was not a good idea to be weird.

The Great Sorcerer (Arch Mage) turns off the fire as he watches his fiancée hang a futon over Jonah's shoulder.

"In the meantime, I wonder if it ever meant that the Murgush God was widely believed in in the Verga Empire"

"It is...... Oh, you know what?"

Why can I be sure?

The question iced Yut remembering the Hypnos he had received from Verga. I'm not sure until the details, but I hear that the world of dreams is extremely close to reality.

"So one enemy after another from the Verga Empire is coming after Mr. Alcia... I don't think it's going to happen"

"I'm glad to hear that."

"Totally."

It was not organized. That's not why it's simply reassuring, but two people smile at each other even though they know it.

Share your feelings without telling me that it was easier that way.

"This means that the fox man (Warfox) used his mission as a pretext to target Mr. Arcia. Exactly, you're a fanatic."

A real priest, it also speaks in a casual and frank way to her with the rank of archbishop.

If it is a world where God exists, fanatics can only be described as fanatics, so there is no choice.

"Yes, it is."

The beloved daughter of the Goddess of Death and Magic smiles bitterly at her fiancée's unclothed expression on her teeth. But it was also not the kind of place to debate the boundaries between devout believers and fanatics.

"Think about it separately..."

Yut throws herself in bed to avoid hitting the Albino girl. The brunette hair, which was fixed in conjunction with the wedding, spread over the sheet.

All that remains is the fact that Mr. Arsia was targeted by her parents' enemies by the followers of Murgoosh.

I may have to stop because it's only been a day, but now I've just expressed the facts as they are.

"As for the others, I'll retaliate properly against Burgler..."

"When that happens, I will. I'm just wondering why I was the only one targeted."

"I knew it, I knew it"

Alcia shaking her head left and right quietly. But it seemed like there was an answer to the crimson eyelids she was unconsciously touching.

Speculation.

But there were occasions when I bet on it and grabbed my success. Never something to put aside.

"I hope you don't want to answer..."

Yuut trying to get himself up and step into the private part with a serious look on his face.

But you perceived the signs with an emotion-sensitive ring, with Alcia controlling the lead.

"These eyes are born. I just don't know exactly what happened before I got noticed, and if they're hiding the facts, you really don't know if they are. Even so, my parents are so dead... If it's possible, maybe Mr. Zein."

"Mr. Arcia."

"And then these eyes couldn't even be cured by a divine spell. Visual healing, Cure Blindness, or Uncurse (Blake Curse). I haven't tried it, but it's probably not even a miracle."

"Mr. Arcia."

"So I guess there's something in this eye. No, may I affirm something related to Murgush God when this happens? That's a pain in the ass. Take care of yourself for the rest of your life."

"Alcia!"

Continuing yesterday - she doesn't remember - she is called by name alone, and Arcia trembles frighteningly.

It comes from an emotional ring, because it resembled anger.

"How did it feel? I can't guess what it feels like right now."

But I can imagine.

Being blind and - no, not being able to act like a person. I'm pretty sure I had an inferior feeling about that.

It must have been somewhat dispelled by Valtrude's gift of this magic device (magic item), but still couldn't have rushed into the light.

That's right. Anyway, it's only natural to see.

So she would have expected.

When you can go on adventures, gain experience, gain virtue, raise the skill of divine spells, and use Visual Healing, you say that you can now be just like people.

But that won't happen.

What did you think then?

We should have already had a party, but Yut doesn't know. Perhaps even Valtrude will be the same.

I just wondered, "If you're an Arsian now, you should be able to cure your eyes with a spell, but why won't you?"

I didn't try to step in any further, wondering if there was anything wrong with not doing so. There was also undeniable hesitation, just in the matter of sensibility.

The same thing should have been repeated when I remembered The Uncurse, maybe it's some kind of curse, not an innate problem.

(This is what it pays off then)

For once, I pretended not to see it.

It's hard to start over from there. Still, we have to do it.

"First, let's do a lot of research"

Soon, anger emotions had disappeared. Naturally, it was anger at Yut himself.

Yes. "It wouldn't have bothered me if I had chosen my eyes without taking care of it for the rest of my life," he said to himself.

"I will also go to the village of Ozlic, even to Jii of Vainamarinen if I have to. I will bow my head. So don't disparage my fiancée on your own."

"Yut, kun......"

A fine voice I've never heard before.

Yut hugged her hard, trying not to overhear Arcia's words. I was in an impossible position while sitting in bed, but I don't mind.

You can't possibly leave Alcia, who trembles in small pieces, etc.

"I'm sorry. I thought I'd settled down, but since then, my anxiety hasn't gone away."

Sure enough, that fox man was way off track.

That's why I'm not walking on a path as easy as feeling scared about it.

So I guess there's a special reason why she thinks that only Alcia is anxious. It's not like he's a woman putting the party together in a different way than Valtrude or Yut, and it's also because he fell into a derogatory thought.

Fiercely, anger gushes over Murgusz.

I can't forgive you for hurting someone you care about, no matter what they might be God. It can't be forgiven.

"I'll take half of that anxiety. I don't think my mind is so easily convinced that others say it's okay. So if you feel anxious, you can count on me."

No matter how much we love each other, how much we think of each other, how much we trust each other, ultimately others except ourselves.

No matter how much you think in their shoes, you can't share the exact same emotions.

After all, it's your own power to get back on your feet.

Still, Yut hugs Arcia hard, saying she should be able to help.

"Yut, it's painful..."

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

"But that's not bad."

"I don't know what..."

With such usual interaction, I was inadvertently drawn back to reality.

Calmly, it may not have been that desperate. In the first place, isn't it certain that Alcia's anxiety was also as bad as Yut had imagined?

The arms I hug while I think so, I just loosened my strength a little.

"Ugh..."

Does that make it easier for you to breathe, Arcia exhales and squirts.

"... ugh"

And beyond that, I saw red eyes.

Curiosity shimmers with red eyes.

"... when did it happen, Jonah"

"Yona!?"

"Go on, go on"

"There will be no continuation!

A scream similar to the scream of Alcia.

But Arcia in Yut's arms had a sunny look, as if that rare voice had signaled a return to everyday life.