A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

She was racking her brains trying to come up with an excuse.

"Is that so? Please come in." Sister Lizbern pushed open the chapel door and invited Tiggia in.

We can't expect people who've traveled all this way to stand outside.

“Isn’t Father Thun here now?” Tiggia asked.

“No, Father is probably still sleeping.” Sister Lizbern shook her head. Father lived in this church, so there was almost no chance of not being able to find him.

To be honest, it's only a little past 6 a.m., which is a bit too early.

“I thought clergymen all got up very early,” Tiggia said, a little embarrassed.

She didn't know what she was thinking, since she had come here so early to find this Father Thun.

Perhaps she cared too much about the people Aeolus had met.

“Yes, many churches are like that, because of the need for prayer and worship.” Sister Lizbern nodded; Tiggia’s idea was not wrong.

Even in this church that doesn't hold worship services, the clergy get up very early. For example, Sister Lizbern arrived at church at 6 a.m.

However, Father Thun's situation was a bit special; he didn't get up early.

But this is not because Father Thun was lazy.

“The priest goes to bed very late, but correspondingly, he also gets up very late.” Sister Lizbern didn’t know why Father Thun’s schedule was so strange.

She didn't think the priest was the kind of person who didn't take care of his health; he should know that staying up late and sleeping in wasn't good.

"Perhaps I should wake the priest," Sister Lizbern said, slapping her right hand with her left.

Occasionally waking up a priest who's fast asleep can be quite amusing.

And the priest will absolutely not be angry.

"No, no need." Tiggia quickly waved her hand. She didn't have anything important to do, and she felt a little bad about waking up the sleeping priest for her sake.

"Yeah."

"I'll just stay on the chair and wait," Tigia said, adjusting her glasses before finding a place to sit down.

She took a manuscript out of her bag and started writing as if no one else was around.

Sister Lizbern didn't say anything when she saw this, and simply continued cleaning the church.

Time passed second by second, and Tiggia lowered her head completely, almost touching the manuscript in her hands.

She was so engrossed in editing the manuscript that she seemed to have forgotten the purpose of her visit.

Although this church was not as sacred as other churches, Tiggia was inspired by the place.

Now is the time when inspiration flows freely.

I don't know how much time has passed—

"Phew..." Tigia stopped writing, put the manuscript back in her bag, and let out a heavy sigh.

“It seems you’ve finished writing.” Father Thun stood in front of Tiggia and smiled at her.

"Eek!!!" Tigia exclaimed, just like Sister Lizbern was when she was startled that morning.

“You, you are…” Tigia patted his chest and looked up at Father Thun with a strange expression.

"It's the priest you're looking for." The priest pointed to his clothes.

"Oh, you were already awake." She looked like she had just realized something.

"Well, I'm finally awake." The priest didn't seem embarrassed at all; instead, he chuckled naturally.

"So what brings you here?" Father Thun asked, curious about why the young girl had come so early in the morning.

"N-nothing special." Tigia blushed, looking a little awkward.

"..." However, Tiggia then paused again.

“Actually, it’s about Eorth,” Tiggia said.

“Miss Eors?” Father Thun immediately remembered the blonde girl.

After all, no matter how you look at it, that girl is very impressive.

"Yes, she said she had been here before, so..."

"Is it because you're worried about her?"

"Ah, no, I didn't mean for sure that this place is some strange place." The more Tiggia explained, the more likely it was to be misunderstood.

"It's alright, I can probably understand you." The priest smiled and shook his head.

"So, is there anything you'd like to know?"

"Well... it's nothing, I guess." Actually, Tiggia didn't know what to ask either.

There were so many things she wanted to know, yet she didn't know where to begin. Tiggia also felt very strange about herself.

So, they abruptly came to this church to find the priest, and now they claim they don't know why they came.

"I... um, I came to thank you." After a long pause, Tiggia managed to utter these words.

“After Aeolus came to you, he wasn’t so sad anymore.”

Even though Eorth didn't show the slightest bit of sadness on his face, Tigia knew how heartbroken Eorth was.

She knew a lot about Eors's things; after all, she had been with Eors for over a decade.

"Really? That's wonderful." The priest breathed a sigh of relief.

Eorz was indeed always expressionless, so at that time, the priest could not be very sure of his feelings.

Now that someone close to her has told him she's not so sad anymore, the priest can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

“Although Eors doesn’t show much expression, her emotions are more delicate than anyone else’s…” Tigia quickly said.

"Yes." The priest nodded with a smile.

“She works harder than anyone else, and she wants her efforts to be recognized more than anyone else,” Tigia said, her tongue almost tied in knots.

Tiggia had no idea why she had suddenly said so many nonsensical things.

“You want that young lady to be recognized more than anyone else,” Father Thun said softly.

"Um..." Tiggia blushed and immediately shut her mouth.

"What are you talking about? Eors and I are just good friends."

"Yes." The priest nodded, though he didn't really mean anything by it.

It seems that Miss Tigia is overthinking things.

“However, Miss Tygia, you seem to be an elf.” The priest glanced at Tygia’s long ears.

“Ah, yes.” Tiggia subconsciously touched her long ears.

"What's matter?"

"No, it's just that it's quite rare to see elves in front of the emperor." The priest shook his head. He wasn't racist, so his previous statement was merely out of curiosity.

After all, seeing elves in the capital is indeed a rare occurrence.

"You're probably not from the capital."

“Yes, I’m here on tour with Eors,” Tiggia admitted her identity.

“I am Eorz’s arranger and lyricist.” She is quite proud of this role.

Even if she wasn't the best arranger or the best lyricist, she was definitely Eordanovic's favorite.

She will strive to become someone worthy of Eorz's singing.

Even Eors is working hard, so she has no choice but to work even harder.

"That's right!"

“I hope you can hear Eorz’s songs next time!” Tiggia excitedly grabbed Father Thun’s hand.

Eorse will be performing for the Emperor this time, so she would like the priest to attend if possible.

She wanted the priest to know how hard-working a young girl Aeolus was.

“Aeolus would also want you to hear her singing,” Tiggia said.

Father Thun scratched his face with his finger and couldn't help but smile wryly.

Even if you asked him to listen to Eorz's songs, he still wouldn't go.

As a famous songstress, tickets for each of her performances are very expensive.

For nobles, that amount of money is nothing, but for a priest who has to support so many children, it is quite expensive.

Moreover, even if we assume that Father Thun had the money to attend concerts, he would use it to renovate the church.

He wasn't particularly interested in those refined things.

“This is a bit difficult,” the priest said, intending to explain the situation to Tiggia.

Not everyone can afford to attend a concert.

“Actually, I’m not wealthy enough to go to a concert,” Father Thun shook his head and pushed away Tiggia’s hand.

"Please wait a moment!"

“If it’s a ticket, I have one here…” Tigia pulled a ticket out of her bag.

There is only one.

Tiggia shoved the ticket into the priest's hand, and the priest couldn't very well refuse.

"..." The priest hesitated for a moment, but finally accepted the ticket.

“Aeolus and I are both looking forward to your arrival!” Tiggia was overjoyed to see the priest accept the ticket.

Father Thun looked through the tickets, his eyes filled with helplessness.

This is really difficult, with so many people having such high expectations of you.

“Then, see you in a week, Father Thun.” Tigia was convinced that Father Thun would be there.

When Tiggia reached the church door, she waved vigorously to say goodbye to the priest.

"Goodbye," the priest replied with a smile to Tigia.

Sister Lizbern walked over to Father Thun and glanced at the tickets.

“It’s Eols singing.” Sister Lisbeth, being a noblewoman, naturally knew this songstress.

“But I didn’t expect the girl from last time to be Eols,” Sister Lizbern said.

Although she had heard of Eorz, she had never actually attended one of his performances.

Therefore, he didn't know much about Eorse's appearance; at most, he only knew that Eorse was a blonde girl.

However, there are so many blonde girls in this world, we can't just mistake one for Eorse.

“I didn’t expect that either.” Father Thun placed the ticket in Sister Lizbern’s hand.

“I’ll give you a vacation then, how about you go and listen to a performance?” Father Thun said with a smile.

"This was clearly a gift from someone else, Father, is it really okay for you to give it back to me?" Sister Lizbern sighed helplessly.

“It’s alright, the girl knows you too, you can go in my place,” the priest said.

“It’s obvious that he didn’t want to go.” Sister Lizbern pouted.

"Because I'm not very interested in these things."

"By the way, what exactly is that girl here for?" The nun shrugged and put the ticket away.

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Tiggia ran through the street, looking quite happy.

For some reason, Tiggia felt exceptionally good after leaving that church.

To put it simply, it's like all the stones in your heart have been removed.

It's still early, probably around 9 o'clock.

Tiggia walked to a small stall and paced back and forth in front of it.