That afternoon.

The guards, who retreated the rat one way but were unmotivated by orders from above, turned a blind eye to the group approaching the city.

It's quite a size.

That's quite a number.

For a moment, it seemed like another attack by bandits, but I soon realized that it was different.

There was order in the way they were going.

It's like a well-trained army, wasted and organized.

Besides, the steps were heavy.

(What group is it...? There's no way you're an enemy......?)

It's so grand that I'm not prepared for the [Wolf's Smoke of Assault].

It's not uncommon for a well-established nobleman to bring his men to Silurian Peak Road, a trading city with spectacular views of the ocean.

Especially in such a case, since there was almost always a forward-thinking messenger, it was strange to say that that point was strange.

But the guards shouted in amazement when they saw the person walking at the head of the group.

"Shit, the Holy Knight...!" Isn't that the church cleaner! "

A beautiful "white figure", as if combining a suit of law and armor.

And the unique design of the helmet that covers the entire head makes the Bao-yu in the center shine like a monocular monster.

To the followers of the Church, as a symbol of sincerity.

And the gatekeepers, which are known from the rest as a sign of ferocity, are in despair.

What the hell are these people doing here?

If so, is it related to the 'thief'?

A few days ago, a priest named Carson came to inform us of a murderer.

Even if there is something about it, and it comes to this city, it is not surprising.

Or perhaps he knows about the morning raid and wants information on the other hand.

Either way, let's start with 'Dialogue'.

One of the guards outside the gate approached a man wearing a monocular helmet.

Only this helmeted man walked by the side of the gate by himself.

It did not seem that there was a will to [attack] because it was holding the rest back.

"You're a church man, aren't you? What's the matter, come here?"

The word did not follow.

The Paladin's sword flashed and his head was cut off.

"Hey, enemy attack! It's an enemy attack!"

The guard who was watching the situation from the guard tower immediately gave instructions to raise the smoke.

I don't know if it's a real Holy Knight, or if it's something else imitated by the Church forces.

However, it was clear that it was only the [enemy].

Not only the lupus smoke, but also the early bell.

But the guards think.

The number of opponents is less than a hundred.

Is it sane to raid such a small and robust city?

Bows and arrows are released from the bulwark.

It rushed to the [monocular man], who was standing in front of him alone.

(Silly, if you don't...!?)

A man wearing a monocular helmet is standing there.

At last, the arrows were concentrated and poured down ─ ─.

"--Nah!?"

All of them were played.

One of the gatekeepers shouted.

"Kii, the church's [Holy Sacrifice White Beard]...!" It's real! This is a real Holy Knight! "

I don't know why they attacked me. Everything is unclear.

Only one thing was clear.

It was only one point that this was really an attack from the church.

"Oh, Ruby. You're back. How did it go, Holy Beast?"

The girl who came to Herlov's workshop shook her head at the words.

"... I'm not sure"

"Ah? I don't know?"

Helloff looked at his disciple suspiciously.

This girl's character is straightforward.

"It shouldn't be the nature to leave something I don't understand..."

“You went there, didn't you?”

"Yes, but...."

I have a bad toothbrush.

Hellof, who stepped in to ask why, was asked by his disciples.

"More than that, Master, do I have the plates I made?"

"Huh? That's your own favorite group of works, isn't it?" Of course, but-- "

"Let me out...!"

Under the sword of his disciple, Helloff stopped asking about the [jet].

Herloff's Workshop, one of Silurian Pillow's premier ceramics factories, houses a warehouse where homemade items can be stored.

Those who were slightly artistically bright had their disciples' work in the coveted corner of the warehouse.

"There it is...!"

The girl took her work there.

From Hellov's point of view, if the work was still possessed of a certain number of forensic eyes, it would have felt a certain sense.

Even though it was still rough, it was not enough to give a sense of future potential.

"That earthenware doesn't suit me at all..."

The girl mutters something she doesn't quite understand.

She raised her face before questioning it as well.

Master, can I have a bag that wraps my work?

"I don't mind..." Are you going to take it somewhere? "

"Um, yeah... a present... a token of my apology..."

"It's an apology...?"

The harsh old man tilts his head.

And immediately, I slapped my fist and palm with the belly of my fist.

I see, Ruby, you're finally going to get along with your father!

"Ehhh!?"

The girl's face was crooked.

It seems that the potter realized that his statement was wrong.

"Aren't you going to take it with you?"

"Oh, no... no! Father--they don't look good on me when I come to my master!" I'm not going to give a plate that I've worked so hard to make to someone like that! "

........

Herlov stamped his shoulders against the apprentice's sword screen.

The fact that he is still a child is a false impression of pottery.

It's true that Ruby's father hates getting in and out of the workshop.

But it wasn't even "forbidden."

He knows that there is a degree of tolerance and affection there.

If you want to "forbid" from your heart in the first place, you can do it from the position of her father, as long as you don't let her come here completely.

However, the opposite is true, so you are free to go out and train in the workshop on a daily basis.

The Temple Warrior's strongest man is escorted to defend himself.

(I can't tell you what's going on around here on my own. I hope this clumsy girl can understand for herself.....)

The old man thought that he still had a long way to go.

"So, Ruby, who are you going to give that to after all?" Isn't it the first time that you're giving away your favorite? ”

"That's..."

The girl mumbles with her stomach.

The potter thought it was like a hundred faces.

A sad face. A lonely face. An angry face. I'm sorry for the look on your face. And the girl's face, whose cheeks were bright red---.

It seems that there was a big encounter in a very short time when I went to see the jet, and I muttered in my chest.

Meanwhile, Ruby shouted as if to shake off her red face.

"His sister said that she had a hobby of kneading clay!" I'll show you how much more amazing my work is! "

Hellof knows that his disciples are a person who does not make a fool of others with that kind of sense of superiority.

That's why I understood that this statement was a cover-up.

However, the girl's words---it is an indisputable fact that there is a huge difference between the two works--.

"Hey, buddy. Are you still on?"

There, a gentle face of Kane.

"Hey, it's good to be at your place, though." Since there was an attack before noon, could you show your father that he's still alive? I'm sure you're worried? "

Nooooo!

Ruby's words were succinct.

"Now, when I get back home, I'll be sure to say, 'Don't go out again today!'" If you do, you won't be able to knead the clay at Master's place, and I won't be able to give you this either! "

"Oh, like a prince."

When the temple warrior's man smiled badly, the potter tilted his neck and the girl's face turned bright red.

"Ah? You're the prince...?"

"Kane! I told you no!"

Poka-poka-poka.

Hellof, who was watching the situation, thought he had more questions.

That's when things changed.

An early bell was sounded informing of the emergency.

"Attack!? If it's the second time today...!?"

I don't have a sixth sense here.

However, all three of them had ominous thoughts in their hearts, as if something much more terrible had happened than the morning assault.

- The scene of the tragedy rises.