𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒𝟕: 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥
Two days later, as we were keeping watch in front of the church, a young man in a black priest’s robe arrived.
While Noah-sama and the people from the church headquarters wore light-colored clothes like white or cream, but black is the color of the branch members and lower-ranking church members.
Peeking inside through the window, I saw the man receiving a white gemstone from the elderly priest.
It was what we had donated.
“That man was also a priest, right?”
I asked Cid, who was peeking into the church next to me, and he hesitated, saying, “Hmm.””
“I don’t sense any holy attribute magic from him. And his way of walking is different.”
“His way of walking?”
“Priests, to put it simply, are not combat-oriented, so they don’t have much physical strength and have a physique similar to ordinary people. But that man has a trained way of walking, or. . .”
“You mean he’s a government official or a soldier?”
“Probably.”
After the man left, we followed him.
Indeed, as Cid said, his cautious walking posture, well-proportioned muscles, and steady head position didn’t seem like those of an ordinary person.
After tailing him for a while, the man had lunch at a cafeteria and then rode a large horse that he had left at an inn on the outskirts of town, and left the city.
“That’s a military horse, right? A priest can’t ride such a big horse.”
“Yes. And that saddle shape is Roselia’s.”
The horse the man rode was about one size larger than the horse we brought, Lito.
The saddle was made entirely of leather, with a deep curve where the seat touches. Since Roselia has a terrain of mountains and hills, this shape is often used as it provides better support for the body when the terrain is steep.
But the saddle we often see in Fumble is a smooth and flat type that fits snugly on the horse’s back.
“Does this mean the church is connected to the military?”
“I think so. If you’re a priest, you won’t be suspected when traveling between countries.”
Saying that, Cid took my hand and led me back to our lodging.
“Aren’t we going to pursue him?”
“No. There’s no benefit in chasing him. By giving up that gem, they won’t be able to accurately determine our whereabouts. Let’s leave this city while we can.”
I nodded, and Cid glanced at me sideways and smiled reassuringly.
“Now, as our final goal is to go to Nice. . .let’s go to Mrs. Lisana’s place first. She was angry and told me to bring Vi-sama.”
Recently, Cid had evacuated Carinare-sama, who is Dimitri-sama’s love interest, to my aunty’s place. Apparently, he was told to bring me along.
“If I were Noah, I would think Vi-sama left the gem here and is in Fumble, and escaped to Duke Marcus’s territory by sea. So even if we make a detour to Mrs. Lisana’s place, I don’t think the pursuers will come immediately.”
“Oh, that’s a relief! I wanted to see aunty.”
Aunty lives with her husband, Marquis Harman.
Their two sons are attending a boarding school, so they only return to the mansion during vacations.
The eldest son is seventeen, and the second son is fifteen. Aunty said they both resemble Marquis Harman and have intellectual prowess.
“I’m sure she’s eagerly waiting.”
Cid’s smiled seemed bitter as if he had been urged many times.
As soon as we arrived at the lodging, we packed our few belongings and left the city immediately.
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