[Ability: Global Interaction]

[Effect: Reconciles the culture of the region with the owner.] Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ】

[Note: Because it is a blend, there is a certain buffer time.] 】

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"Thank you for giving me this ability so intimately, bastard! And the title you give to die! ”

The boy's sudden roar made me subconsciously shrink my shoulders. Although I couldn't understand what he was saying, I could clearly feel a strong feeling for something.

Wrong. It is not this that should be noted now.

"That's, that'......"

"Who are you?"

Master asked the question for me.

"Huh?"

As if he had only realized that there was someone nearby, the young man who had fallen to his knees slowly stood up and turned here.

I couldn't help but lose God.

It's a lot like. This thought came to mind at the first glance - the young man in front of him was very similar to himself in some way. But it is fundamentally different.

Perhaps he was aware of this, and the master frowned slightly.

"I'll ask again, sir."

The master spoke to the young man, with very sharp eyes.

"How did you get here? 】”

“………… Alas? ”

There was no sound leaking, but Master's question did come suddenly and went straight to the core.

Yes, it should have been aware of it from the beginning. How did the young man in front of him [suddenly appear] in front of us?

There was no warning, let alone any warning. Suddenly appeared there, and then suddenly let out a deep cry of pain. The whole process leaves our brains in a brief blank. Unconsciously avoided this problem, thus shifting the problem to the identity of the teenager.

“………………”

The boy was silent, was he exposed? The sharp gaze wandered casually between the three of us. Then, stopping on me, I subconsciously pulled my hood. The other party walked towards me casually, Master's hand slightly protecting me, but the distance between the two stopped at five meters. The boy stared straight at me, obviously not seeing my face through the hood, but the eyes that seemed to see everything made me feel like I was nothing.

“………………”

“………………”

An eerie and chilling atmosphere permeated us. Master and Frieu watched this scene nervously.

After some time, the boy broke the silence.

"You ......"

I swallowed, was it because of that look, and I had an instinctive fear of the boy's question, just like I was afraid that others would reveal my unhealed scars.

The boy said.

"You ......"

“………………”

"It's a woman!"

The words are round and authentic English.

“…………………… Ha? ”

Master perfectly expresses all our emotions through a single tone word.

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[Ability: Sage's Prank]

[Effect: Know the perception of the specified thing on the basis of the five senses]

[Note: I can't reveal what I know, I can only talk about some trivial things.] For example - she thinks she is a woman. 】

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The scene fell into silence in a completely different sense than before.

"Ah, yes."

Ignoring the silence, the boy looked at the master, who was still in a stupor.

"Uncle, who are you?"

"Uncle, ......?"

Master's shoulders shook a little, and it seemed that he had suffered a considerable blow. Knowing that the other party would not answer his question in a short time, the boy turned his gaze to me again.

"What's your name?"

"Grey ......"

The conditioned reflex said the name, probably because I haven't recovered from the feeling of falling off the cliff, and I don't know what mood to use to face this situation, when I should be angry.

Then the boy said to himself.

"Where is this?"

"British ......"

The same answer as I didn't say made my face a little hot.

But, contrary to what was expected, the boy fell to his knees again with a thud, and cried out with what he saw as grief and indignation.

"My pasta, ahhhh!!h

This time I understood, and I regretted why I understood. I don't know why, but I instinctively think that from the beginning of listening to this person, my life will be seriously derailed.

"Ahem, anyway, you're here to go to this city."

The master, who had finally recovered his strength, intervened between me and the boy, but judging from the words, he should not have heard the question and answer just now, and I was secretly relieved to know about it.

"However, you don't know anything about the creator of the stripping city of Adela, the magician Ashubourne. This can be seen in your words and deeds. ”

"The ......"

"I don't want to ask you about your true identity or how you came here, I don't have the interest in digging into the privacy of strangers."

The young man's words were forcibly interrupted by the master, and after a few seconds, he leaked a tired expression and said.

“…… Anyway, it's all here, let's go in first. After that, I said. ”

Master left these words and stepped onto the drawbridge.

The boy opened his mouth, but finally said nothing, looked at me, and followed.

At the same time, Frieu looked at me, smiled a little embarrassedly, and then we followed Master together.

Behind the open gates is a simple and wide vestibule. The feeling that the castle lord had no interest in the English courtyard and that he had only repaired the façade to a minimum, rather than being a natural garden. But even so, it seemed to be a treasure to the boy, and he had seen the shadow of thorns on the inside of the gate two or three times.

I smelled the scent of roses. Although I don't know much about flowers, I'm not sure if it's a rose or not. However, the aroma lingers in the nasal cavity for a long time.

In front of the entrance of the main castle (keep), which is used as a residence, stands a thin man in a suit.

It looks like a housekeeper.

"I've been waiting for a long time. Mr. Monarch Ermelo II, Mr. Frieuga. ”

He bowed respectfully, then opened the door.

The foyer was surprisingly spacious.

And

“…… Ahh

"fuck ......"

I couldn't help but hold my breath. The teenager next to him also sighed (if there was one).

[There, full of angels].

Lined up with statues of angels.

The posture and material are varied, and there are statues made of stone or iron, as well as materials like crystal.

There are also stained glass depictions of cupido (young angels holding bows and arrows), paintings of archangels holding heroic swords, murals of dominions holding the power of the dragon, and chandeliers hanging from the ceiling using angel wings and halos.

Not just famous angels.

Just like what Master had shown me before—and I had learned a little bit before I set out from London—I could feel sacred, but there were monsters everywhere that were far removed from what I would normally call angels. The four-winged alien with four faces is Cherubim, and the six-winged snake seems to be a Seraphim.

Through a variety of arts and ways of being, more than hundreds of angels are easily engraved in all corners of the main city.

"Perverted......"

I don't know who he's talking to, but whoever it is, I agree.

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