Sweet Reincarnation (WN) - Chapter 5 (2)
Chapter 5: Royal Capital (2)
‘I’m sure I could understand that much,’ Pace thought, but he didn’t want to ask any more questions.
He didn’t want to get too involved in something that had nothing to do with their visit to the royal capital.
He was more interested in finishing the business they came for early and trying the apple-like fruit to see what kind of sweets he could use it for.
Wasting time here by questioning his father poorly would only delay that enjoyment, and it would be an unwillingness for Pace to do so.
It was disproportionate for a seven-year-old to be smart enough to make such a decision though.
The inside of the church was quiet except that there were no noisy peddlers in the quicksilver, and the hustle and bustle outside could be heard leaking in.
Once they were inside the door with a sense of history, there was an atmosphere that overwhelmed those who saw it.
The stone cathedral was filled with a cold, cool air that made it feel strangely sacred. It was spacious enough to hold dozens of people, and the ceiling was so high it could have been three stories high.
There were rows of chairs. They might have been chairs for four or five people as they were arranged in three rows of five.
The chairs were all arranged with their backs to the entrance. In the direction the chairs were facing, there was a tier and a platform designated for giving speeches.
However, there was a large painting on the wall behind the platform, which was the most conspicuous, and was clearly visible even from a distance.
The painting was probably that of a spirit. There were four spirits in the painting, in the shape of human beings, holding something in their hands. They could be fire or something that looked like water.
The reason why they were known as spirits was because they were depicted as flying in the sky. Ordinary humans in this world couldn’t fly. On top of that, there was no such thing as a person with wings.
As Pace was thinking about religion as a lucrative business, a man approached him.
“Welcome to the Western Branch of the Beauvaldia Holy Church of the Kingdom of King Prague. Well, well, well, isn’t it Lord Mortareon? Have you been here since your daughter’s consecration?”
A priest-like person came up to the father and son. How could he say that without biting his tongue, the boy thought.
In fact, he held the position of a priest in this church.
He was probably around forty or so. There were dark circles under his eyes, and his fatigue was evident.
His belly was slightly thicker, and his clothes were decorated with the colors of white and black, which Pace wanted to call him the moniker of ‘Panda’.
“It’s been a while,” Casserole said.
“No, no, it’s a pleasure to have you come all the way from your distant territory. We have heard of your activities. We also have heard that you recently defended the people of the domain against a cold attack. As for the Church, we can only revere the pious Lord’s faith and discernment and God’s grace.”
“With the grace of God and the spirits of the Lord, it’s all thanks to my son.”
With the word that it was thanks to his son, the priest finally realized that there was a child at the knight’s side.
Otherwise, he couldn’t notice it because the child was hidden by Casserole’s somewhat large body.
That was how small the child beside him was.
Surprisingly, there were few parents who brought their children to church. In particular, it was extremely rare for parents to bring their small children to the church.
Because it was an embarrassment to them.
Prayer time and listening to the sermon in church was a very tedious time for children. Even if the child was a devout, religious child, listening to a long sermon without understanding the meaning of the sermon was almost like physical punishment.
Children were not very good at sitting still. One theory was that this was because the experience between adults from the experience of the children had a huge gap.
If a child fell asleep, it would be inappropriate. If the children were noisy, the child would be considered as not well disciplined.
As far as discipline was concerned, people in high positions of power would probably blush if they were asked if they couldn’t discipline their children.
Especially, if they were in a position of aristocracy, even if it was a child, humiliation was directly linked to your immediate disadvantage.
That was why it was so rare for a child to come to church.
”What business do you have with our church today?”
“As a matter of fact, I was thinking of having my son go through the Rite of Consecration.
There was some surprise in the priest’s tone.
From his point of view, the boy at the side of Baron Mortareon’s cavalryman seemed too young.
Hence, the priest thought of a simple consecration in his mind. If it was a simple consecration, ending with a congratulatory speech only, even a child would not be in as much danger as the main consecration. But if that was the case, there would be no need to go to the capital.
“I’m thinking of giving him the title.”
“What? With all due respect, are you serious?”
“I’ve heard that you’re quite fond of your son, but I’m not sure that…”
Consecration was also known as a coming-of-age ceremony.
It was a ritual that could cause trauma to the body and mind, especially to those who were not mentally mature enough to perform it.
Therefore, the majority of people gave up the benefits of the ritual and settled for a simple ceremony from the start.
What Casserole said wasn’t anything but good.
The priest observed Pace in a dubious manner.
Before he realized it, the knight baron had taken the leather bag out of his pocket.
“This is a small amount, but it’s a heartfelt gift.”
“Iya, I’m sorry about that. …I see, let’s get on with it.”
The priest quickly checked the contents of the bag with a voice that sounded not the least bit apologetic.
It seemed that he had a good enough point of view to look at the coins that were in the bag and guess what he wanted to say.
What it means was, “Just get on with it.”
He was quite a raccoon, judging by the fact that he changed his attitude without saying anything. Even if he looked like a panda, he would certainly be a raccoon.
The Baron Mortareon gave the priest 20 pieces of silver.
They are also known as Beauvaldier coins or Bove silver coins, which were circulated in the vicinity of the royal capital. They were issued by the royal family.
It was the most famous coin in this country, which contained relatively high amounts of silver and was treated as a kind of common currency.
The value of the coin fluctuated from day to day according to the market price, but one piece of silver could buy five large bags of wheat. It was easy to understand how much money an average family could just barely live on for a month.
In other words, it was a good deal of money.
The reason for the priest’s exaggerated amazement was that it was part of his job to give an acknowledgement to the amount of money he had received.
It was not good for a person in the ministry to be consumed by greed for material things, such as money.
However, since people in the church did not live by eating haze and mists, it was customary for members of the church to voluntarily hand over a certain amount of monetary rewards at ceremonies such as weddings and funerals.
An early example of this was the offerings.
Casserole was also a nobleman and was in a position to be asked to perform belly tricks.
It was not that he gave a silver coin without a thought, but there was a strong meaning implied in it.
The conversation of a priest who was offering a large sum of money in his own right and even more so, who dared to show his exaggerated surprise
‘Don’t be stingy with your precious son’s ceremony.’
“I can’t neglect it now that I’ve received so much.”
That was how it turned out here.
It was an adult’s conversation with a smile hiding the whiteness of their teeth.
“Well then, we have some preparations to make, so come on over.”
A black clergyman then led them to the back of the church. The two of them silently followed behind him and were led down to the basement and into an unfamiliar room.
Pace’s disgusted voice leaked out.
The boyish cuteness reached people’s ears with a contrary truthfulness.
In the other room where he was taken, there was an unusual object.
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