The Villainess Enjoys Her Seventh Life as a Free-Spirited Bride (hostage) in a Former Enemy Country

Seeing this, the bishop looked more and more confused, and then left the cathedral quickly.

Judging from the position of the sun, it must have been about three hours.

Seeing the light coming through the stained glass, Rishe stood up.

She remembered from her childhood that if she went out from this door to the balcony, there would be a mural with the original words of the sacred poem.

As she opened the door to the balcony, the cool evening breeze softly caressed Rishe’s cheeks.

This is it. The Goddess’s painting and the sacred poem in the original text.

The golden light from the sunset illuminated the balcony walls.

Rishe looked up and followed the engraved texts with her eyes.

I haven’t seen the Krushade script or Krushade language in a while. Well, this sentence is from… “The goddess poured out her blessings on the world of men”.

It seemed that the writing on the mural was part of a sacred poem. Utilizing her memory of the past, Rishe read bit by bit.

The Maiden Priestess spreads the blessings of the Goddess, invisible to the eye and inaudible to the ear, to the human world. Guiding compassion…

As she continued to read back and forth, she felt a presence approaching.

Rishe glanced back and saw a man appearing on the balcony.

The man was dressed in a bishop’s uniform embroidered with gold thread.

He seemed to have a different rank from the bishop who had been reading the sacred poetry to Rishe earlier.

“You must be Riese Ilmgard Wertsner.”

The bishop smiled.

He was probably in his mid-thirties. He was a tall but thin man with a somewhat inanimate expression.

“I’m Christoph Justus Traugott Schneider. I am an assistant to the Archbishop.”

“Nice to meet you, Schneider-sama. I’m sorry for asking you to perform this ceremony on such short notice.”

“No, it’s sad that you aren’t able to be united with the person with whom you exchanged the betrothal ceremony, but that is also the will of the Goddess.”

Schneider then looked up at the mural that Rishe had been reading.

“Written on this mural is a sacred poem about the lore of the Goddess and the Maiden Priestess. Mysterious script, isn’t it? It’s called the Krushade script. — It is said that only a handful of people can read it, because of the difficulty of both the script and the language.”

“Krushad is the language spoken by the Goddess, isn’t it? As I recall, that’s why they have a different language system from ours.”

“You are very knowledgeable. It is as you say. I’m ashamed to admit that it took me ten years to learn it.”

Then he narrowed his eyes nostalgically.

“The former Maiden Priestess was very skilled in the Krushade language. I don’t think there has ever been anyone quite like her.”

“The former… You mean…”

“Yes. She was the priestess who lost her life in a tragic accident 22 years ago.”

Schneider smiled sadly and continued.

“Did you know? It is said that Maiden Priestesses have the blood of the Goddess in their veins. That is why it is believed that only women born into the Priestesses’ families can be chosen as Maiden Priestesses. The previous generation also had a younger sister, but she was too weak to serve as the Maiden Priestess and passed away ten years ago.”

“Oh, is that so?”

“There have been a few boys born, though, so it’s not like the line of the precious goddess perished. However, it remains a fact that only daughters can serve as a Maiden Priestess.”

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