'That's funny. I've never apologized in my life.'
A place to apologize insultingly in front of others is created.
Charlotte seems to have gathered the High Priests as an audience for politics... Unfortunately, the High Priests could no longer side with Charlotte.
They just looked down with uncomfortable expressions.
"The High Priests should have been sent back long ago, Charlotte."
With the High Priests, Charlotte could not escape this place. She would have pretended to be nice in front of them.
Charlotte hesitated for a long time and finally bowed to Odette with a flushed face.
"I'm sorry, Odette."
But Odette didn't answer Charlotte even though she bent down, but instead picked up the cutlery.
Then she continued eating without saying anything. Only a rattling sound filled the banquet hall.
Cut the cooked asparagus into small pieces and eat a bite. She also ate grilled shrimp with butter.
"Would you like to bring me another glass of wine?"
She even had an assistant Priest help her.
She doesn't care if the High Priests are embarrassed by the sight or not. Odette enjoyed the dinner slowly.
What is Charlotte's treatment now... It was like a punishment for a maid when she did something wrong to her master.
After all, she was also a Saint, and she was treated as if she were just a maid. Just like the superior educates the subordinate.
Odette stood up from the table only after eating dessert. Charlotte didn't give her a second look.
"His Holiness the Pope. I also need a place to stay in the cathedral for a while. I would be grateful if you could provide me with just one room."
It wasn't until Odette stepped out of the banquet hall that she glanced at Charlotte.
"You can straighten up after I leave the banquet hall, Charlotte. I'm glad you met a generous superior."
As if she had completely forgotten that those present were High Priests, Odette spoke in a very arrogant and arrogant manner.
***
At the mouth of the great river next to the cathedral, there is a drawbridge that connects the land facing it.
The bridge had towers at both ends, making it look like a castle built on a river.
Combined with the cathedral located right next to it, it was a dreamlike appearance that evoked a fantastic atmosphere.
Its appearance reminded you of an enchanting castle in a fairy tale, so it was called the 'Marchen Bridge'.
Looking at the two transcendents on the beautiful bridge in an ugly way, Viktor couldn't help but feel dumbfounded.
"What are these bastards?"
One was electrocuted, and the other was suffering from horrible mind manipulation.
The image of Shion with electric sparks flashing on his skin as if he had been struck by John's electricity was like a sun god striking down with lightning. He was even puffing smoke out of his mouth.
If it weren't for the burning of Shion's internal organs, it would have been a truly cool visual that fulfilled the men's dreams.
On the other hand, John staring into the void looked like the main character of the play. A desperate face that can only be seen in the four great tragedies.
"I was wrong. I did everything wrong, Odette."
John muttered only the words that he had repeated tirelessly at Meursault's funeral Mass.
It was obvious what kind of mental prison the Prince was in, so Victor shook his head with his hands and sighed.
"Oh... Really."
How nice it would be if they both fainted.
It was pathetic that they were both standing there with half-savory eyes and pouring out their inferences on each other.
This caused trouble to the people around the cathedral. Of course, the biggest embarrassment was inflicted on Victor.
In Red Globotnik, where Victor was located, he could only cross the Marchen Bridge to reach the cathedral.
'I don't know why they are fighting. It's none of my business.'
As the two of them continued to attack unconsciously, the scale of their inability was getting bigger and bigger than it could be left unchecked.
'If they make a mistake, this area will be completely destroyed.'
It was fortunate that they were trying their best to avoid damage to the surroundings, especially the cathedral.
'I didn't dress up so flimsy to deal with those.'
Because they are such high-ranking gods. Odette can't give her affection. Fight here for a hundred days, Odette loves you.
Victor made an assessment of them, not knowing that he was also a superior god.
"...Odette, I..."
"Shut up. You stupid Highness."
John repeated the same words into the air like a broken electric pole. Victor slammed the back of John's neck with all his might.
As John fell to the ground, it became a little quieter. Victor created a huge flame on the palm of his hand.
He used the flame to smoke a huge amount of smoke and shoved it into the mouths and noses of John and Shion.
“Od...dette.”
Shion, who looked like a cursed sun god, also fell on the bridge with his last words. Along Shion's fainting body, a part of the electricity crackled and sparked.
"Thank you, Colonel!"
Victor didn't even look at the citizens who were watching him. He didn't clean it up to help them anyway.
"Tsk, these bastards aren't dirty, are they? If my clothes get dirty, I'm in trouble."
Viktor, who had them on both shoulders, worried that his suit might get impurities.
It would be difficult to ride a horse like this... He decided to walk to the cathedral with this bag.
"If I throw them in the corner of the cathedral, I can meet Odette."
At that moment, he heard the sound of firecrackers going up.
Victor turned his head in the direction of the sound.
It was likely that there was an unexploded bomb left in the area from the fireworks on the Marchen Bridge, which was supposed to be used for fireworks this evening.
It seemed that the spark of electricity that had just escaped from Shion's body had accidentally exploded.
Whoops!
Huge fireworks explode into the sky.
Victor, who was walking with the two sacks around his shoulders, stopped. His legs began to tremble.
At one point, that sound was the trigger for his hunting rifle trauma.
The barking of hounds. The sound of a red-lipped woman sitting on a horse firing a gun at Victor's shoulder.
The sound of small children who were brought in because they were pretty and handsome fell on the grass. All the sobs of dying children calling for their mothers.
However, the trauma of his boyhood, which had been played in Victor's mind along with the sound, was no longer left of him.
He didn't have that kind of trauma anymore. The sound of fireworks no longer reminded him of a hunting ground.
Trauma is not something that can be easily eliminated, but it can be covered with a bigger trauma.
He means, what the sound of the gunshot reminds him of is Odette holding the muzzle.
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