When she first came to the Demon King's Continent, Anier often thought that it would be nice if she didn't have to come to a place like this.
But that's not possible.
In the country across the endless strait, there is a legend that hymns can attract the sight of the goddess, so even a church that is only the size of a thatched hut or does not even have nuns or priests must have a singer. They will sing hymns during festivals or celebrations to pray for the goddess's blessings for those who come to church.
There is no exception to this rule in a church built on a different continent, a different country, or even a different race.
But why does it have to be us, Annele thought after recently accepting the truth.
Because according to the regulations, anyone can become a singer as long as the singing voice is beautiful enough. But it is undeniable that those children of princes, nobles or wealthy businessmen who have received good teacher education since childhood are more likely to become singers.
In this country with tens of millions of believers, once you become a singer, your status will rise several levels. Those young masters and ladies who are used to being pampered will become even more arrogant after becoming singers.
Those people often bullied and bossed Anner around with the words "whatever your status is, you should have your responsibilities".
Because when it comes to status, compared with them, Anner seems to be looking down upon her even if she is a commoner.
She was just one of the countless orphans adopted by the church, and even the surname on the register was only stamped by the parish that adopted her. In their eyes, Annie was probably just a pariah.
"When there is a long way to go like this, those people should be allowed to respect their responsibilities!"
Anier had thought so until just now, but now she finally understood that she was wrong.
What came to my ears was a song that was as clear and innocent as the clear sky.
Anne'er had long forgotten the harmony. She just clasped her hands and stared blankly at the singer who was singing solo. If she had white wings, she would probably be the goddess who is said by humans to eliminate disasters and diseases for the world. It looks like that.
Even though there is no accompaniment or harmony, the songs sung by Sister Freya may not even be matched by the famous singers.
Not only Anier, but also the people who had been talking about her just now were all looking at this extremely elegant and beautiful girl in silence, clasping their hands tightly to pray for safety and to eliminate the disease.
My sister is ten times or a hundred times better than those people. I am not saying this because I hate those people. It is because my sister is also a "singer".
Sister Freya, like herself, was an orphan adopted by the church, but it was such a girl who did not even have a complete name. At the age of 11, she was adopted by the church with an ordinary hymn that even a child could hum. The diocese of Oxau, the "city of summer", chose the singers of the first church.
There are only a handful of singers from commoner backgrounds in the entire Saint Firsia Kingdom, and Sister Freya is one of them.
Now five years have passed, if she had not volunteered to serve in the Demon King Continent Diocese, she would still be the singer of the First Church of Oxau Diocese.
If I still want to let those arrogant guys take over the "responsibility" that Sister Freya can shoulder, it is simply an insult to her sister.
Now, I am very lucky to have the courage to come to this distant continent with my sister.
As long as I can be with my sister...
Warm tears flowed down her face and into Anier's mouth, interrupting her train of thought.
Did I cry?
No, those are not tears.
Because what followed was a breathless pain, Anier's knees gave out and she fell to the ground, bright red blood pattering on the ground.
Next to her feet, a fist-sized stone that had not yet settled was still beating.
It was directed at her from the beginning, and Anner, who was used to being bullied, understood immediately.
"Annier!" Freya hurriedly covered the bleeding wound on Annie's head with her hands. She shrank her shoulders and asked in a trembling voice, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Annele answered Freya like this, but under Freya's gentle voice, the tears she was holding back still fell down.
"Just shut up like this, human!"
The shrill cry carried the pride of a victor.
The man who came up was a man holding a wooden stick. Judging from his clothes, he must be a gangster among the local beggars.
"The freckles on your little brat's face are so disgusting! They're even more disgusting than this song. If it weren't for you, I'd beat the singer!"
The beggar smiled crookedly and raised his foot to kick Anne's head as if to vent his anger. Freya quickly stretched out her hands to hold Anne's body tightly.
Although this kick hit Freya's body, it obviously did not satisfy the beggar's interest.
His expression was twisted, he grabbed Freya's hair and pulled her in front of him, and then blew his smelly breath into her face.
"What are you doing!"
"You actually do this to a little girl!"
The people who were watching the two singing reacted and accused the beggar of his atrocities.
"Shut up!" The beggar waved a wooden stick to drive away the people who gathered around him. "These guys are human beings!"
This sentence was more shocking than the beggar imagined. The people who had just wanted to stop him were instantly speechless, their eyes full of anxiety and uneasiness.
"Have you forgotten?" The beggar's face was red and his eyes were wide open, but at this moment he lowered his voice, "These are the humans who almost killed our king! They almost killed the king who saved you from the war. They almost killed The king who allowed you to live a life where you could go out for a walk after eating almost killed the greatest king! Have you all forgotten!"
"yes."
Someone in the crowd whispered in agreement.
"yes!"
"These guys are hateful humans!"
"Just kill them!"
Then the echoes became louder and louder, and countless cruel eyes fell on Freya, who was lifted up by the beggar's hair. Everyone began to turn a blind eye to the beggar's atrocities.
"snort."
Seeing the increasingly chaotic scene, the beggar curled up his lips and let out an obscene laugh.
But when he was feeling proud, his whole body flew out uncontrollably. After finally getting up, he touched his forehead with his hand, and his thick fingers were all stained with blood. He ignored it and was still lying on the dirt, rolling around and crying: "It hurts, it hurts!"
What fell next to him was the stone he had just thrown.
"Stay away from my sister."
An angry Anier still kept throwing stones, even though her face was still bleeding, she still stood as if nothing had happened.
The beggar, who was also injured but in pain, showed a timid look for a moment, but after all, Anner was just a child. The beggar, who was so angry that he was itching his teeth, soon twisted his mouth again, and his expression became even more distorted.
"You disgusting brat!"
He picked up the wooden stick that had fallen aside and rushed towards An'er. The wooden stick hit An'er's head without mercy like an animal.
