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"Dr. Ludwig, is God really there?
Ludwig tilted his neck that day to the question MeerAbel threw early on when he came.
"Hmm... suddenly, what's wrong? His Highness Me Abel."
In the meantime, I'll listen to you as I prepare the tea leaves I've managed to get and brew the tea. and……,
"Actually, on my way here, there was a" pot of God "thing for my ancestors to get. It was a little pricey, but I was wondering if I could use this to borrow your grandmother Meer's wisdom..."
Me Abel says that while sparkling her eyes at expectations. Ludwig is often reticent, even as she becomes slightly worried about her cholometry.
It's easy to give an answer. The Empire is within the religious community built by the Central Orthodox Church. So those who live there believe, plainly, that there is a God.
So you should have said "I'm here," and if Me Abel had told you so, even for when she could have returned to the Empress.
But Ludwig rethinks. It's easy to give the right answer, but then it won't do her any good.
"Thinking" is valuable. Therefore, Ludwig assembles a logical development, not just to give an answer, but to make Me Abel think.
"Right...... I believe there is a God."
That's a very normal view. but adds grounds there.
"Otherwise, there are many things in the world that cannot be explained"
"What do you mean, for example?
Today, Ludwig fixed the position of his glasses while recommending the chair to Me Abel, who leaned his neck.
"Right...... For example, is it humans that are easy to understand? Like His Royal Highness Me Abel and myself."
"Heh...? Are you me or Dr. Ludwig?
Me abel that blinks my eyes in wonder. Ludwig smiled like a prank, removing his glasses and placing them in front of Me Abel.
"Don't you think these glasses are well made? Has His Royal Highness Meerbell ever thought about why this would make your eyes better visible?
Bell shook her head small as she took it and peeked into the lens.
"Leaving aside this tool called glasses as a fine principle, what the great old sage thought of wisdom, thinking about the structure of the human eye, finding out how it looked, and thinking about the mechanism with the” will "to adjust the discrepancy. This was created by those of wisdom with the idea of 'Let's make something like this'. For example, just because you leave the vitreous and iron, the ingredients of these glasses, doesn't mean that the unwilling rain shreds and the unwise wind shapes?
Ludwig put his glasses back on and continued.
"So what about humans, who make and use these glasses? How on earth do you think the more delicate and finished human being than many liaison craftsmen and works of art was created? Do you think the wind or rain shredded the soil and created it?
"No, I don't think so"
That said, Me Abel shook her head small.
Ludwig was convinced at the end of his thought that there were beings who had more power and wisdom than God, that is, man, and who designed the world.
Even if we don't know how, Ludwig believes it. Man, and that this world, at least, was created with the will to "make it" by those who possess wisdom......
Otherwise there are too many things in this world that can't be explained. Not just humans, but animals, plants, insects...
He had to think so, that someone had designed and created it closely... he was deciding.
I remember what my teacher once told me.
"To blame God and the devil for all the events in this world without thinking about it would be against God's will, which he designed as" Thinking about man ”. It contradicts the faith that makes God's work great. But thinking with all the events of this world and the direction that God and the devil are irrelevant will also narrow our horizons and inhibit our freedom of thought '
Since then, Ludwig had intended to discipline himself so that he could see things with as much balance as he could.
If I could, I would have wanted Me Abel to have the habit of thinking like that too...
"So you're saying that God's pot of miracles, too, is real!?
Ludwig hastily stopped Me Abel, who was still going to pop up and buy it with a candle face.
"Please calm down. My Lord Meerbell, it is a different matter whether there is such a thing as a pot of miracles, if there was a God."
"Heh? Why is that? Dr. Ludwig."
Again, once again, Me Abel tilting her little neck.
It would be suspicious to hear from anywhere! Swallow the scratch that Ludwig, often silent. Then I open my mouth again.
"Suppose it was God who created the world. Suppose that God has assembled the logic of disciplining the world closely. But isn't a miracle something that overshadows the reason for disciplining that world?
I don't get the wisdom of my dead ancestors. That makes sense in the world. The miracle of a kettle is what overshadows its reason.
Me Abel tilted her neck small and then
"Yes, it is!
etc..., you know, I replied subtly, a little cheerful.
With a bitter smile, Ludwig continues.
"Will God do the imitation that overshadows the reason he made himself politely? If I were you, I wouldn't try to break the rules I made so easily..."
A miracle is something that rarely happens. If that were to happen, wouldn't that be the time when there was such a crisis that the whole world would break? and Ludwig thinks. If it is a properly made reason, it may be easy to break, but the more you look into the reason for disciplining this world, the more complete it is.
- But when it does, though, don't even feel like it's no surprise that a miracle happens at this time right now... The outrage of Bishop Emperor Rafina, the crisis in Sankland and Tiermoon. The miracle of borrowing that person's wisdom, etc. may happen because this is a time when many people are dying and history may break...
Ludwig shakes his head and drives the idea to the edge of his head. Then I stared at Me Abel.
"A miracle is what happens when you need it. Never cheaply available. That is why we need to be deeply careful when there are miracles that go a long way out of reason in this world. For there are as many who conveniently deceive the name of God and try to deceive this one…"
On the way to study that day, Ludwig was thinking about an earlier conversation, sidelined by Me Abel, who, as usual, would sleep comfortably.
"All things can be logic. And things like the miracle of God, they don't happen easily... The miracle of God... and the blessed land again, or..."
By the “blessing of God", St. Noel Island is free of any poisonous plants.
A mass poisoning incident in the school that should also be impossible to lay a strict guard and bring poison in from the outside......
Various speculations and reasoning exist for serious incidents that have rocked the continent.
theories that were brought in from the outside by poking at security deficiencies or that were special poisons that only showed toxicity under some conditions. Some powerful theories, however, still did not exist enough to be called predicates.
Due to the turbulent period on the continent visited afterwards, the memory of the incident was faded and it was said that it was impossible to elucidate the truth.
Perhaps later historians will write down the mysteries of the century, etc. but......,
"A assumption is a horrible thing. In the end, that's what I guess..."
Ludwig Hewitt had an idea of how to do it.
That didn't poke a gap in security, it didn't use some complicated poison...
Something more understandable, a trick that uses a little assumption.
i.e.……,
"By the" blessing of God "St. Noel, where clean water flows, does not grow toxic plants…. That premise is a mistake in the first place..."
There is no special inheritance on St. Noel Island, like God's blessing. So if St. Noel's Island was provisionally blessed, that's for no other reason than "because it's part of the Holy Duchy of Velga, a blessed country".
But then there would have been no venomous grass species in the blessed country, Velga?
That is no. Fake Velga mushrooms, as their name suggests, are poisonous mushrooms that are widely present in the Principality of Velga. In other words, even if it were a land blessed by God, what is poisonous is strictly present.
Even so, it is a logical paradox that there is no such thing as poisonous grass only on St. Noel Island.
"If you think rationally…, St. Noel doesn't grow poisonous grass, which means it's a lie"
So, if that's a lie, what was it like to fulfill it?
Of course I can do harmless superstition, especially the idea of meaningless lies.
But there is also a good chance that it has an aggressive purpose.
In the case of the "pot of God", the "purpose" is to sell it high...... but what about the case of St. Noel Island?
"To mislead the eyes of security... would be a powerful candidate..."
Even if you can't "bring" the poison, it doesn't mean anything that there were originally toxic flora and fauna on the island. Nonetheless, those who were on guard were caught off guard.
I wish I hadn't let you bring it in from the outside, I had poured all of my strength into it and not put it into my thoughts about the inside of the island.
"The blind spot is faith in its miracle..."
During the turbulent period on the continent, Ludwig was investigating the incident.
As a result, I discovered one strange fact.
It means that its rhetoric about St. Noel Island is… unexpectedly, not that old.
At some point, I can't say for sure. But the rumor that "no poison grass grows in St. Noel" didn't exist when St. Noel School opened.
There is a record of early students being cautioned not to inadvertently mouth the island's plants because they may be dangerous.
Strange superstitions that have occurred since sometime. What if it was someone who found a powerful poisonous grass inside St. Noel Island that flushed it...? What if he was the one who discovered a powerful poison where he accidentally stepped in with a "trivial trigger"...?
And suppose that superstition was an intentionally fragmented rumor to point the guard's eyes only at poisons coming in from the outside...
"A man named Santeri Bandler, head of security at the time, was on island security for thirty-five years. If that information had been circulated before he left..."
Thus, who spreads the rumor......
He had already looked into it and made inferences. At that time, the person who attended St. Noel, and, when there was the assassination, my daughter, given to me since I was old, also went to St. Noel, about such a person...
"Duke of Yellow Moon......, the weakest and oldest nobleman...... What the hell were you thinking..."
Ludwig narrows his eyes softly as if not to look into the past. But soon he sighed tired.
"Assuming you don't know what you're talking about? He has passed away. Now that you've revealed the truth to Bishop Emperor Rafina, she won't stop. It's a shame."
Belle would never hear such a bitter crush.
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"Dr. Ludwig, is God really there?
Ludwig tilted his neck that day to the question MeerAbel threw early on when he came.
"Hmm... suddenly, what's wrong? His Highness Me Abel."
In the meantime, I'll listen to you as I prepare the tea leaves I've managed to get and brew the tea. and……,
"Actually, on my way here, there was a" pot of God "thing for my ancestors to get. It was a little pricey, but I was wondering if I could use this to borrow your grandmother Meer's wisdom..."
Me Abel says that while sparkling her eyes at expectations. Ludwig is often reticent, even as she becomes slightly worried about her cholometry.
It's easy to give an answer. The Empire is within the religious community built by the Central Orthodox Church. So those who live there believe, plainly, that there is a God.
So you should have said "I'm here," and if Me Abel had told you so, even for when she could have returned to the Empress.
But Ludwig rethinks. It's easy to give the right answer, but then it won't do her any good.
"Thinking" is valuable. Therefore, Ludwig assembles a logical development, not just to give an answer, but to make Me Abel think.
"Right...... I believe there is a God."
That's a very normal view. but adds grounds there.
"Otherwise, there are many things in the world that cannot be explained"
"What do you mean, for example?
Today, Ludwig fixed the position of his glasses while recommending the chair to Me Abel, who leaned his neck.
"Right...... For example, is it humans that are easy to understand? Like His Royal Highness Me Abel and myself."
"Heh...? Are you me or Dr. Ludwig?
Me abel that blinks my eyes in wonder. Ludwig smiled like a prank, removing his glasses and placing them in front of Me Abel.
"Don't you think these glasses are well made? Has His Royal Highness Meerbell ever thought about why this would make your eyes better visible?
Bell shook her head small as she took it and peeked into the lens.
"Leaving aside this tool called glasses as a fine principle, what the great old sage thought of wisdom, thinking about the structure of the human eye, finding out how it looked, and thinking about the mechanism with the” will "to adjust the discrepancy. This was created by those of wisdom with the idea of 'Let's make something like this'. For example, just because you leave the vitreous and iron, the ingredients of these glasses, doesn't mean that the unwilling rain shreds and the unwise wind shapes?
Ludwig put his glasses back on and continued.
"So what about humans, who make and use these glasses? How on earth do you think the more delicate and finished human being than many liaison craftsmen and works of art was created? Do you think the wind or rain shredded the soil and created it?
"No, I don't think so"
That said, Me Abel shook her head small.
Ludwig was convinced at the end of his thought that there were beings who had more power and wisdom than God, that is, man, and who designed the world.
Even if we don't know how, Ludwig believes it. Man, and that this world, at least, was created with the will to "make it" by those who possess wisdom......
Otherwise there are too many things in this world that can't be explained. Not just humans, but animals, plants, insects...
He had to think so, that someone had designed and created it closely... he was deciding.
I remember what my teacher once told me.
"To blame God and the devil for all the events in this world without thinking about it would be against God's will, which he designed as" Thinking about man ”. It contradicts the faith that makes God's work great. But thinking with all the events of this world and the direction that God and the devil are irrelevant will also narrow our horizons and inhibit our freedom of thought '
Since then, Ludwig had intended to discipline himself so that he could see things with as much balance as he could.
If I could, I would have wanted Me Abel to have the habit of thinking like that too...
"So you're saying that God's pot of miracles, too, is real!?
Ludwig hastily stopped Me Abel, who was still going to pop up and buy it with a candle face.
"Please calm down. My Lord Meerbell, it is a different matter whether there is such a thing as a pot of miracles, if there was a God."
"Heh? Why is that? Dr. Ludwig."
Again, once again, Me Abel tilting her little neck.
It would be suspicious to hear from anywhere! Swallow the scratch that Ludwig, often silent. Then I open my mouth again.
"Suppose it was God who created the world. Suppose that God has assembled the logic of disciplining the world closely. But isn't a miracle something that overshadows the reason for disciplining that world?
I don't get the wisdom of my dead ancestors. That makes sense in the world. The miracle of a kettle is what overshadows its reason.
Me Abel tilted her neck small and then
"Yes, it is!
etc..., you know, I replied subtly, a little cheerful.
With a bitter smile, Ludwig continues.
"Will God do the imitation that overshadows the reason he made himself politely? If I were you, I wouldn't try to break the rules I made so easily..."
A miracle is something that rarely happens. If that were to happen, wouldn't that be the time when there was such a crisis that the whole world would break? and Ludwig thinks. If it is a properly made reason, it may be easy to break, but the more you look into the reason for disciplining this world, the more complete it is.
- But when it does, though, don't even feel like it's no surprise that a miracle happens at this time right now... The outrage of Bishop Emperor Rafina, the crisis in Sankland and Tiermoon. The miracle of borrowing that person's wisdom, etc. may happen because this is a time when many people are dying and history may break...
Ludwig shakes his head and drives the idea to the edge of his head. Then I stared at Me Abel.
"A miracle is what happens when you need it. Never cheaply available. That is why we need to be deeply careful when there are miracles that go a long way out of reason in this world. For there are as many who conveniently deceive the name of God and try to deceive this one…"
On the way to study that day, Ludwig was thinking about an earlier conversation, sidelined by Me Abel, who, as usual, would sleep comfortably.
"All things can be logic. And things like the miracle of God, they don't happen easily... The miracle of God... and the blessed land again, or..."
By the “blessing of God", St. Noel Island is free of any poisonous plants.
A mass poisoning incident in the school that should also be impossible to lay a strict guard and bring poison in from the outside......
Various speculations and reasoning exist for serious incidents that have rocked the continent.
theories that were brought in from the outside by poking at security deficiencies or that were special poisons that only showed toxicity under some conditions. Some powerful theories, however, still did not exist enough to be called predicates.
Due to the turbulent period on the continent visited afterwards, the memory of the incident was faded and it was said that it was impossible to elucidate the truth.
Perhaps later historians will write down the mysteries of the century, etc. but......,
"A assumption is a horrible thing. In the end, that's what I guess..."
Ludwig Hewitt had an idea of how to do it.
That didn't poke a gap in security, it didn't use some complicated poison...
Something more understandable, a trick that uses a little assumption.
i.e.……,
"By the" blessing of God "St. Noel, where clean water flows, does not grow toxic plants…. That premise is a mistake in the first place..."
There is no special inheritance on St. Noel Island, like God's blessing. So if St. Noel's Island was provisionally blessed, that's for no other reason than "because it's part of the Holy Duchy of Velga, a blessed country".
But then there would have been no venomous grass species in the blessed country, Velga?
That is no. Fake Velga mushrooms, as their name suggests, are poisonous mushrooms that are widely present in the Principality of Velga. In other words, even if it were a land blessed by God, what is poisonous is strictly present.
Even so, it is a logical paradox that there is no such thing as poisonous grass only on St. Noel Island.
"If you think rationally…, St. Noel doesn't grow poisonous grass, which means it's a lie"
So, if that's a lie, what was it like to fulfill it?
Of course I can do harmless superstition, especially the idea of meaningless lies.
But there is also a good chance that it has an aggressive purpose.
In the case of the "pot of God", the "purpose" is to sell it high...... but what about the case of St. Noel Island?
"To mislead the eyes of security... would be a powerful candidate..."
Even if you can't "bring" the poison, it doesn't mean anything that there were originally toxic flora and fauna on the island. Nonetheless, those who were on guard were caught off guard.
I wish I hadn't let you bring it in from the outside, I had poured all of my strength into it and not put it into my thoughts about the inside of the island.
"The blind spot is faith in its miracle..."
During the turbulent period on the continent, Ludwig was investigating the incident.
As a result, I discovered one strange fact.
It means that its rhetoric about St. Noel Island is… unexpectedly, not that old.
At some point, I can't say for sure. But the rumor that "no poison grass grows in St. Noel" didn't exist when St. Noel School opened.
There is a record of early students being cautioned not to inadvertently mouth the island's plants because they may be dangerous.
Strange superstitions that have occurred since sometime. What if it was someone who found a powerful poisonous grass inside St. Noel Island that flushed it...? What if he was the one who discovered a powerful poison where he accidentally stepped in with a "trivial trigger"...?
And suppose that superstition was an intentionally fragmented rumor to point the guard's eyes only at poisons coming in from the outside...
"A man named Santeri Bandler, head of security at the time, was on island security for thirty-five years. If that information had been circulated before he left..."
Thus, who spreads the rumor......
He had already looked into it and made inferences. At that time, the person who attended St. Noel, and, when there was the assassination, my daughter, given to me since I was old, also went to St. Noel, about such a person...
"Duke of Yellow Moon......, the weakest and oldest nobleman...... What the hell were you thinking..."
Ludwig narrows his eyes softly as if not to look into the past. But soon he sighed tired.
"Assuming you don't know what you're talking about? He has passed away. Now that you've revealed the truth to Bishop Emperor Rafina, she won't stop. It's a shame."
Belle would never hear such a bitter crush.
"Dr. Ludwig, is God really there? Ludwig tilted his neck that day to the question MeerAbel threw early on when he came."Hmm... suddenly, what's wrong? His Highness Me Abel."In the meantime, I'll listen to you as I prepare the tea leaves I've managed to get and brew the tea. and,"Actually, on my way here, there was a" pot of God "thing for my ancestors to get. It was a little pricey, but I was wondering if I could use this to borrow your grandmother Meer's wisdom..."Me Abel says that while sparkling her eyes at expectations. Ludwig is often reticent, even as she becomes slightly worried about her cholometry.It's easy to give an answer. The Empire is within the religious community built by the Central Orthodox Church. So those who live there believe, plainly, that there is a God.So you should have said "I'm here," and if Me Abel had told you so, even for when she could have returned to the Empress.But Ludwig rethinks. It's easy to give the right answer, but then it won't do her any good."Thinking" is valuable. Therefore, Ludwig assembles a logical development, not just to give an answer, but to make Me Abel think."Right...... I believe there is a God."That's a very normal view. but adds grounds there."Otherwise, there are many things in the world that cannot be explained""What do you mean, for example? Today, Ludwig fixed the position of his glasses while recommending the chair to Me Abel, who leaned his neck."Right...... For example, is it humans that are easy to understand? Like His Royal Highness Me Abel and myself.""Heh...? Are you me or Dr. Ludwig? Me abel that blinks my eyes in wonder. Ludwig smiled like a prank, removing his glasses and placing them in front of Me Abel."Don't you think these glasses are well made? Has His Royal Highness Meerbell ever thought about why this would make your eyes better visible? Bell shook her head small as she took it and peeked into the lens."Leaving aside this tool called glasses as a fine principle, what the great old sage thought of wisdom, thinking about the structure of the human eye, finding out how it looked, and thinking about the mechanism with the will "to adjust the discrepancy. This was created by those of wisdom with the idea of 'Let's make something like this'. For example, just because you leave the vitreous and iron, the ingredients of these glasses, doesn't mean that the unwilling rain shreds and the unwise wind shapes? Ludwig put his glasses back on and continued."So what about humans, who make and use these glasses? How on earth do you think the more delicate and finished human being than many liaison craftsmen and works of art was created? Do you think the wind or rain shredded the soil and created it? "No, I don't think so"That said, Me Abel shook her head small.Ludwig was convinced at the end of his thought that there were beings who had more power and wisdom than God, that is, man, and who designed the world.Even if we don't know how, Ludwig believes it. Man, and that this world, at least, was created with the will to "make it" by those who possess wisdom......Otherwise there are too many things in this world that can't be explained. Not just humans, but animals, plants, insects...He had to think so, that someone had designed and created it closely... he was deciding.I remember what my teacher once told me."To blame God and the devil for all the events in this world without thinking about it would be against God's will, which he designed as" Thinking about man . It contradicts the faith that makes God's work great. But thinking with all the events of this world and the direction that God and the devil are irrelevant will also narrow our horizons and inhibit our freedom of thought 'Since then, Ludwig had intended to discipline himself so that he could see things with as much balance as he could.If I could, I would have wanted Me Abel to have the habit of thinking like that too..."So you're saying that God's pot of miracles, too, is real!? Ludwig hastily stopped Me Abel, who was still going to pop up and buy it with a candle face."Please calm down. My Lord Meerbell, it is a different matter whether there is such a thing as a pot of miracles, if there was a God.""Heh? Why is that? Dr. Ludwig."Again, once again, Me Abel tilting her little neck.It would be suspicious to hear from anywhere! Swallow the scratch that Ludwig, often silent. Then I open my mouth again."Suppose it was God who created the world. Suppose that God has assembled the logic of disciplining the world closely. But isn't a miracle something that overshadows the reason for disciplining that world? I don't get the wisdom of my dead ancestors. That makes sense in the world. The miracle of a kettle is what overshadows its reason.Me Abel tilted her neck small and then"Yes, it is! etc..., you know, I replied subtly, a little cheerful.With a bitter smile, Ludwig continues."Will God do the imitation that overshadows the reason he made himself politely? If I were you, I wouldn't try to break the rules I made so easily..."A miracle is something that rarely happens. If that were to happen, wouldn't that be the time when there was such a crisis that the whole world would break? and Ludwig thinks. If it is a properly made reason, it may be easy to break, but the more you look into the reason for disciplining this world, the more complete it is.- But when it does, though, don't even feel like it's no surprise that a miracle happens at this time right now... The outrage of Bishop Emperor Rafina, the crisis in Sankland and Tiermoon. The miracle of borrowing that person's wisdom, etc. may happen because this is a time when many people are dying and history may break...Ludwig shakes his head and drives the idea to the edge of his head. Then I stared at Me Abel."A miracle is what happens when you need it. Never cheaply available. That is why we need to be deeply careful when there are miracles that go a long way out of reason in this world. For there are as many who conveniently deceive the name of God and try to deceive this one"On the way to study that day, Ludwig was thinking about an earlier conversation, sidelined by Me Abel, who, as usual, would sleep comfortably."All things can be logic. And things like the miracle of God, they don't happen easily... The miracle of God... and the blessed land again, or..."By the blessing of God", St. Noel Island is free of any poisonous plants.A mass poisoning incident in the school that should also be impossible to lay a strict guard and bring poison in from the outside......Various speculations and reasoning exist for serious incidents that have rocked the continent.theories that were brought in from the outside by poking at security deficiencies or that were special poisons that only showed toxicity under some conditions. Some powerful theories, however, still did not exist enough to be called predicates.Due to the turbulent period on the continent visited afterwards, the memory of the incident was faded and it was said that it was impossible to elucidate the truth.Perhaps later historians will write down the mysteries of the century, etc. but......,"A assumption is a horrible thing. In the end, that's what I guess..."Ludwig Hewitt had an idea of how to do it.That didn't poke a gap in security, it didn't use some complicated poison...Something more understandable, a trick that uses a little assumption.i.e.,"By the" blessing of God "St. Noel, where clean water flows, does not grow toxic plants. That premise is a mistake in the first place..."There is no special inheritance on St. Noel Island, like God's blessing. So if St. Noel's Island was provisionally blessed, that's for no other reason than "because it's part of the Holy Duchy of Velga, a blessed country".But then there would have been no venomous grass species in the blessed country, Velga?That is no. Fake Velga mushrooms, as their name suggests, are poisonous mushrooms that are widely present in the Principality of Velga. In other words, even if it were a land blessed by God, what is poisonous is strictly present.Even so, it is a logical paradox that there is no such thing as poisonous grass only on St. Noel Island."If you think rationally, St. Noel doesn't grow poisonous grass, which means it's a lie"So, if that's a lie, what was it like to fulfill it?Of course I can do harmless superstition, especially the idea of meaningless lies.But there is also a good chance that it has an aggressive purpose.In the case of the "pot of God", the "purpose" is to sell it high...... but what about the case of St. Noel Island?"To mislead the eyes of security... would be a powerful candidate..."Even if you can't "bring" the poison, it doesn't mean anything that there were originally toxic flora and fauna on the island. Nonetheless, those who were on guard were caught off guard.I wish I hadn't let you bring it in from the outside, I had poured all of my strength into it and not put it into my thoughts about the inside of the island."The blind spot is faith in its miracle..."During the turbulent period on the continent, Ludwig was investigating the incident.As a result, I discovered one strange fact.It means that its rhetoric about St. Noel Island is unexpectedly, not that old.At some point, I can't say for sure. But the rumor that "no poison grass grows in St. Noel" didn't exist when St. Noel School opened.There is a record of early students being cautioned not to inadvertently mouth the island's plants because they may be dangerous.Strange superstitions that have occurred since sometime. What if it was someone who found a powerful poisonous grass inside St. Noel Island that flushed it...? What if he was the one who discovered a powerful poison where he accidentally stepped in with a "trivial trigger"...?And suppose that superstition was an intentionally fragmented rumor to point the guard's eyes only at poisons coming in from the outside..."A man named Santeri Bandler, head of security at the time, was on island security for thirty-five years. If that information had been circulated before he left..."Thus, who spreads the rumor......He had already looked into it and made inferences. At that time, the person who attended St. Noel, and, when there was the assassination, my daughter, given to me since I was old, also went to St. Noel, about such a person..."Duke of Yellow Moon......, the weakest and oldest nobleman...... What the hell were you thinking..."Ludwig narrows his eyes softly as if not to look into the past. But soon he sighed tired."Assuming you don't know what you're talking about? He has passed away. Now that you've revealed the truth to Bishop Emperor Rafina, she won't stop. It's a shame."Belle would never hear such a bitter crush.
