ORATORY - A LITTLE PRAYER

 She got out of the tub with her hair, not soft enough, but she was sure it was clean, and looked around.

"Where do I pour this water?"

There was no one to answer his question but himself, but he was naked and wet. Although he regretted not bringing a towel, he embraced the clothes he had taken off and left the bathroom and went into the room next to the study and rummaged through the cupboards. He put on the pants and shirt he found and left the room barefoot. When he went into the study, he saw that one of the gas lamps was already lit and he couldn't make sense of it.

"What? I didn't do anything like that."

He couldn't feel the presence of anyone else in the room and ignoring what was happening, he looked at his notes on his desk. Rosweld White had often mentioned in his notes that no one even wanted to talk to him because of his bad reputation, while a significant part of his notes contained nothing but his debts. The notes he had taken himself and the notes he had taken from the two books he had read were of no use to him at the moment. Frustrated that he had stacks of notes in front of him and none of them were any good, he leaned his elbow on the table, rested his head in his palm and sighed, "Ouch."

"These are useless. Isn't there at least a diary around? I need some action for a change. This static life will be the end of me. I'll go bankrupt. I already have almost no financial power. I'm living on the verge of starvation. I don't know if I can sell the mansion, but it will probably be sold for a very low amount because of my reputation."

Araki Yuma stood up and pulled the other books in the room off the shelves one by one and threw them on the floor.

"There must be a reason why he's still hiding all these novels, right? Maybe something will come out of it."

He put all the books down, but the shelf was completely empty. He inhaled and exhaled deeply through his nose, clenching his fists and clenching his teeth in anger.

"Are my hands really tied? Is there nothing else in the whole mansion?"

As he was lost in poverty, a light bulb went on in his mind.

"Am I not a fallen nobleman? Surely I have a few things that I don't sell out of honor. At least a brooch or something with a memory."

He grabbed the kerosene lamp that was burning on his desk, opened the door to the study and saw the muscular woman in black standing in front of him. Startled and trying to pull his body back, he fell on his ass and the kerosene lamp rolled to one side.

The woman looked down at Rosweld in disgust.

"You don't need to be afraid. He said he'd check. You took a bath, but you didn't drain the water. And aren't you wearing your father's old clothes? Don't you have any clean clothes left and you're wearing a dead man's clothes?"

Rosweld stood up and placed his hand over his heart.

"I'm Rosweld White! I'm the sole heir to this family and I don't need you to tell me how to use my family's things. Why did you come here?"

The woman was stunned by the Rosweld who had spoken out against her. In her head she said, "Is this the Rosweld brat I know?"

Rosweld picked up the gas lamp that had fallen on the floor and stood in front of her, looked her in the eye and asked, "May I pass?"

"Sure."

The woman took a step to the side, let Rosweld pass, and when she realized she was alone in the room, she went back the way she had come.

As Rosweld went through the rooms one by one, he realized that there was something in the room where he found only clothes

"According to her, the room with my father's clothes has nothing missing, while the others don't even have beds. I wonder if I sold all the stuff in the other rooms. Anyway, let me look in these rooms. If I don't find anything, I'll have to go back to the room where I bought the clothes. Maybe I'll find something useful."

Finding nothing in the other rooms, he returned to the room where he had taken the clothes and saw through the window that the clouds in the sky were beginning to turn a crimson color. He immediately went in front of the window, lifted the sliding window up and hung his head out.

"Is it morning already?" and then he remembered something. "Really, I got a blessing!"

His body glowed with beads of radiance.

"What's going on?"

An inscription appeared in front of his eyes.

"Congratulations! You have realized enlightenment. Now your chosen Goddess has accepted you. And she has blessed you. Your blessing: Golden Tongue. From now on, what comes out of your mouth will sound like a revelation from God. The more devoted the other person is to any god, the more effective your power will be."

When he finished reading it, the text disappeared before his eyes.

"I think it's time for me to take a look around," Yura said, looking at his palms with a look of surprise and excitement. And wrapping the robe he found among his father's clothes around his body, he went out without waiting.

It was only now, seeing the muscular woman standing in front of him once more, that he realized that her hair did not even reach her shoulders. "As much as it made me nervous, I only now realized the length of her hair," he admitted to himself.

"Where are you going?" the woman asked.

"Nothing. I'm just going to sightsee. I'm not going to visit the city, but I'm going to find out what's around me by visiting in person."

The woman tilted her head to the left.

"There is a tavern on the side of the path down past the sparsely wooded black forest just behind your mansion. Apart from that, there is nothing else until you reach the town. You have been there many times already. Why are you doing this, or have you found something to sell?"

"I have nothing left to sell," Rosweld said. "Just a few of my father's things. I'm just going to go and see, that's all."

The woman dropped her shoulders with a sigh.

"I'm coming with you."

"Suit yourself."

 Araki Yura, with the muscular woman right behind him, passed through the black trees at the back of the mansion and, as he skipped down the slope through the grass, he saw the tavern standing on the side of the road where the carriages passed.

The exterior of the tavern was clean and solid. A few horses were resting in the trough for the horses when someone came out from inside. One of them was in his fifties, with a white mustache and short white hair that fell down in the middle, while the other two wore helmets on their heads.

Yura managed to get to the man without a helmet and looking a little shorter than the other two armored soldiers before he rode off. He put his hands on his knees and took a deep breath while the old soldier waited calmly for the young man to catch his breath before talking to him on the horse.

Yura caught his breath and straightened his back.

"Sir, are you a soldier?"

"Yes," the old man said in his wheezing, booming voice.

"So, were you patrolling?"

The old man grunted.

"Why do you ask that?"

Rosweld lowered the robe covering his head and looked into the old soldier's blue eyes and said, "I'm just curious. "I live on that hill you see. I was trying to find out how safe it is outside the city."

The old man asked, "Are you a member of the White family?"

"Yes, sir. I'm the only one."

"Then you'd better rejoice, son. Your house outside Bergan, the kingdom's border city, will be razed to the ground in a week."

Rosweld's face fell.

"War is coming, then."

The old man frowned in displeasure at the expression on the young man's face and tugged at his horse's saddle. "Giddy up!" the old man said one last word as the horse trotted off down the road.

"This is your chance. Stop being a coward."

As the soldiers rode away, Rosweld could only watch the dust the horses left in their wake. After pausing for a few seconds, he sighed deeply, said, "What did I expect?" and entered the tavern, covering his head with his robe. As soon as he entered, he saw a wolf-headed man with a stack of books on his desk.

He immediately sat down at his desk without asking permission.

"Hello. What kind of books do you have?"

The wolf-headed man said, "Fuck off."

The smile on Rosweld's face suddenly faded. "He doesn't seem to have a very good relationship with God," he thought in his head. "Don't you want to sell books?"

The man said again, "Fuck off."

Rosweld's shoulders slumped and his gaze swept the wooden floorboards.

"I guess a little blood won't hurt."

He jumped up and was about to punch him in the face, but the wolf-headed man caught him in mid-air.

"You hit like a girl."

He swung a punch with his free hand, but the muscular woman grabbed his fist at the wrist with her right hand. And she raised her left fist.

"I'll show you how to shoot like a woman."

The wolf-headed man, whose head was thrown back by the punch to his face, fell backwards with his chair.

Rosweld crossed his arms across his chest and crossed his legs on the table.

"You're my personal bodyguard. Well, then I can't lose any street fights."

Although the woman was filled with anger at the smug smile on Rosweld's face, she could only clench her fists and teeth

"Well, then I guess no one would mind if I stole his books."

"If the books are too valuable, you can get in trouble," the muscular woman said.

Rosweld pounced on the unconscious wolf-headed man on the ground and started going through his pockets.

"Are you robbing him now?" the woman said, watching the young man with a disgusted expression on her face.

"No," the youth replied. And he took the bag of gold out of the wolf-headed man's pocket and put it on the table. "Now, I just stole these gold coins and with the gold coins I stole I will buy a book I want."

"Do you think this will save you?"

"That's what I think."

Although a significant number of the books were works of fiction, he was finally able to find the one he believed would be most useful for his work.

Refugee Law and Citizenship

"This is it! Thank God that I found the book I wanted here. I will use this book to save the lives of many innocent citizens. I hope God will forgive us for our sins."

He left the tavern without waiting a moment. And the woman who followed behind him was speechless when she realized that the people inside were sobbing.

"What the fuck are these people living?"

Rosweld turned his face towards her.

"They are easily manipulated by their bigoted beliefs."

 As Rosweld continued to walk towards his home, his forehead hit a hard armor and he looked up to see a young man with long hair glaring at him with green eyes full of anger.

"Are you Rosweld White?"