142 – Promises are meant to be kept – 1

“what are you doing?”

“nothing.”

Veronica cheered as she came out of the room she was watching. Of course, she’s also a cardinal, so she has plenty of opportunities to access luxuries.

Apparently, chaos still remains on the continent, and the donations and donations collected were used to eliminate the chaos and treat the injured, so I couldn’t afford the luxury.

In the first place, Veronica wasn’t too extravagant.

“Can I really eat this? It’s very expensive.”

“Drink. Drink.”

After soothing Veronica, who hesitated while watching the wine, I unstopped the stopper of the wine bottle. I can’t resell this anymore.

“Ugh…”

I held out the glass to Veronica as she sat down. Hesitantly, she grabbed the glass and filled it with clear white wine.

The sweet and sour ice wine made from green grapes fills the glass.

“Wow… pretty…”

“okay?”

I also poured wine into my glass. Then I sat on a soft chair and looked out the window.

It was snowing again.

“Do you think we can enjoy the festival because it snowed so much?”

“Rather, they wanted a lot of snow on this side.”

“Huh.”

– Crisp.

As I tipped the glass to the side, Veronica tilted it too. We took a sip of the wine with the clear sound made by the clashing of the transparent glasses.

“Mm~ delicious~.”

“Really? I don’t know. It’s like a lady from Tolevion dancing the tango…”

“…Did you learn something strange from the Cherubim?”

Veronica smirked and poked my cheek with her finger. Then he takes a bite of the cheese on the table.

“uuu delicious ~”

“Why don’t you eat some normally? But he’s a cardinal.”

“No. I thought it would be better to build another orphanage if I had money to buy something like this.”

“okay?”

“But. Thanks to you, I caught a lot of devil followers.

But there was no confidence on her face at all.

Well, it would be impossible for her to spend thousands of gold on a luxury item just for enjoyment, not offering it to God.

“Actually, I thought I’d stop you from buying this.”

“Why don’t you try?”

“Did I ever object to what you’re doing?”

Well…

Come to think of it, not much.

Even if I was angry or worried, I don’t think I’ve ever stopped him from stopping me.

“Hmm~.”

Snow falling from the sky outside the window.

The warm air in the room.

And delicious wine and cheese.

This could be called the pinnacle of luxury.

“I wish it were like this every day.”

“You want to drink this wine every day?”

“Eh? No. I’m fine with alcohol that costs about half a silver coin per bottle. And it doesn’t have to be this luxurious cheese.”

Veronica stared out the window and murmured softly.

“Just… continue like this…”

-smart.

Then a knock at the door cut her off. Embarrassed, Veronica scratched her cheek and stood up.

“who…?”

The one in front of the door was a black cat, Suin.

The boy butler, who had an impressive white bow tie in a black suit similar to his fur, greeted me politely and then asked me.

“The innkeeper asked when we would meet.”

“Tell me to see you tonight.”

“All right.”

nod again

Veronica tilted her head as the cat Suin, who finished her business with that, went away.

“Why are you meeting the innkeeper?”

I smiled at her.

“Because I need it.”

Meeting the innkeeper is at night, so you should enjoy the festival during the day.

I put on a rough white robe and Veronica wore her usual nun’s uniform.

“Wouldn’t it be cold?”

“How can you be cold when God is with you? What about you?”

“Because I always use worm magic.”

“Oh Hong?”

Veronica, who was looking at me with wide eyes, smirked and clung to my arm.

“Oh! It’s real! It’s warm~!”

“Hey. You can block the cold with holy power.”

“therefore?”

“No. It’s just like that.”

So naturally, I went down to the lobby with Veronica, who crossed my arms. Coincidentally, Marax and Leo were sitting in the lobby talking seriously about something.

“Huh? With the wise man… oh oh oh oh!”

“…what, what?”

When Veronica winced, Marax simply smiled.

Looking around at them, Leo shook his head.

“Seeing that you’re out with the sage, it looks like you’re going to join the festival. Cardinal. Are you okay?”

“Hmm? Why?”

“The main festival in Trevor Village is hunting. Anyway, you’re a priest…”

“Is he also the Heretic Questioner?”

Veronica showed the mace hanging from her waist.

that mace. i made it

The mace I decided to make at the tribal federation decided to make it there, and I went to Dwarven City and received the materials from Marax to make the mace myself.

it’s good in its own way Of course, it won’t reach the unique level, but it’s also equipped with sexual power enhancement…

eww. I should have spent a bit more time making it.

“Hmm. That’s a good mace. A sage made it, right?”

“Whoops. Does it look good? But he could have made it a little better each time.”

“Being a producer is like that. So, how would you like it if you made it with me when making it…”

Suppressed by Veronica’s terrifying gaze, Marax averted his eyes.

Leo smiled at him and got up from his seat.

“Then have a good time. Marax. We’ll go upstairs.”

“No, didn’t we come down to go out too?”

“…that’s really noticable…”

Leo glared at Marax in a pitiful way, but he was not one to give in to such stares.

“Do you know how much icewine I’m prepared to drink at this festival? I can’t waste an hour! Oh, that’s right! As far as I’m concerned…”

“You crazy old man?! Don’t mind this place and go!! Come on! Leave this one to me!!”

When Leo, who had caught and threw Marax, shouted, Veronica hurriedly dragged me along.

“Go, let’s go.”

“Yes. Let’s go.”

Leo said from behind, ‘I haven’t gotten married yet because I’m so ignorant!’ or

Marax said, ‘I’m married to iron!’ say or

I heard strange things like ‘iron’ or ‘ideal sexual desire’, but Veronica and I just ignored them and came out.

The snow that had been falling a while ago had piled up in no time. The elk-faced beastmen are clearing the snow and making a path for the guests.

And the fox-beast children jumped into the piled snow while running around.

The sight of him wagging his tail while doing so seemed to impress Veronica.

“Ahahaha! Cute!”

“okay?”

“Yes! Kids. Do you want some candy?”

“Wow!!”

Was it because he grew up in an orphanage, ran an orphanage, and still has quite a few orphanages in charge of the Heretic Questioner?

Veronica was quite fond of children.

Taking out the candy she always carries to give to crying children, she waves her hand, and foxes and dog beasts covered in snow rush at them.

“Always live a life of gratitude to God. And isn’t there a church in your town?”

“there is!”

“Should I go to church, believe in God, and go to heaven?”

“Yes!”

The children, who were more focused on the candy than on Veronica’s words, put out their hands. Veronica put candy on each hand and stroked everyone’s head once.

“Did you wait?”

“No. It looks nice.”

“Ehehe~.”

After killing Cronus, Veronica was always busy.

There were many who wanted to take advantage of the chaos created by the distorted time, and there were also many who wanted to use them to summon demons.

When fighting such people, blood, flesh, and ferocity always existed.

After a business trip, every time we met at church, Veronica’s expression was always strict, solemn, and serious.

Now dealing with children, she has none of that.

“Looks like you did a good job bringing him.”

Seeing Veronica smile like that put me at ease.

“The Trevor Village Snow Sculpture Contest is starting!

“What is that?”

“Ah. That. It’s about making a statue out of snow and being judged…”

“It must be fun! Hyeonu. You won’t do it?”

There are no achievements and no rewards for winning.

However, players playing Eight Star Pursuits must have done this event, and there was a ritual.

I didn’t do that with Evangeline before… Um.

“Huh… Let’s try it.”

“Whoops. Then let’s bet. Who gets the higher score!”

“Okay. I’ll show you my skills.”

Reminds me of summer festivals.

The ridiculous Chunshik victory.

Wouldn’t you like to stay here again?

Nope. don’t get tired

Arms! give me strength!!

***

“This is great.”

Veronica looked at the snow statue she had made. A saintess hugging and healing a wounded child.

Church clergymen created famous paintings with their eyes that they could draw with their eyes closed.

Of course, it was not easy to make snow statues in this way, but since I often made them while playing with the children at the orphanage, the quality was not inferior at all compared to other works.

“Oh… this is amazing…”

At that time, some elderly beastmen, who seemed to be judges, admired the statue. Then he gives Veronica a quick glance and writes something on the scoring sheet.

“Is the examination over?”

“Huh? That’s right.”

Well done.

Veronica followed the judges and found a group of people on one side with serious faces watching and discussing something seriously.

“Hey. Hey. What is that?”

“That’s… the perfection is high.”

“Huh… Humans are so amazing…”

“It’s big and beautiful…”

The people gathered were not the only beasts.

Humans, elves, dwarves, and all around.

In addition, there were several minorities, but they had one thing in common.

It was all men.

Veronica broke into a cold sweat as they nodded earnestly and continued their serious discussion.

It was because he knew that the spot was where Hyeonu was carving.

“Now, wait. Wait a minute.”

Pushing them aside, Veronica went inside.

“Kyaaa?!”

I was frightened.

That would be the case, because it was really Hyeonu who was making the snow statue while receiving everyone’s attention.

“You. You. You. You. You. You. You!! What, what, what, what, what…!”

“Huh? Are you here?”

The wise man wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled warmly.

“How is it? Isn’t it nice?”

“Hey, why are you doing this!!”

“like this?”

The sage tilted his head and pointed at the statue he had made.

One pole with a thick end.

And one near-perfect spherical snowball.

Finally, one snowball I’m making now.

“Ah. You seem to be misunderstanding something. This is the Neo Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon. hahaha. What are you thinking? What the hell are you thinking? I’m not even a puberty kid. I really am.”

Looking at Veronica’s blushing face, the wise man smiled.

After proudly making the snow sculptures that every player who plays Guardian of the Eight Stars must make and post a proof shot, he looked at his statue proudly.

“At this rate, the victory must be mine.”

When the competition was over, the two left the venue with the trophy and injuries.

“…Like senile and inspirational people who don’t understand art. As long as there are such people, there is no tomorrow in the art world.”

“…If you understand that, then art in this world is completely over…”

The winner was Veronica.