“What is that doing here?” A voice cried out as soon as we tried to enter the church.

It seemed like entering the church without making a commotion was impossible for me no matter what I did. A group of three women suddenly approached. I recognized the clothing they were wearing. They were the robes of the church. They resembled the robes from the capital’s church, but they were a different color. Those robes were red, while these were clear blue.

The lead woman had blond hair and a slim physique. She was attractive, but the expression on her face was one filled with open disgust. The two girls behind her seemed to echo these looks. There was something off about them though. They just didn’t seem like the other priestesses I had met, but I just couldn’t put my finger on it.

As for ‘that’, I thought they had finally called out the Tibults. I mean, as to which one, it was hard to say, because they were all questionable. However, as her finger jutted out, it was pointing at Faeyna of all girls. I was extremely shocked.

“M-me?” Faeyna cried out.

“Yes, you…” Her eyes narrowed hatefully. “Your kind aren’t allowed in here.”

“My kind?”

The general seemed just as surprised as me. This was the first time he had ever encountered such a thing. The only good thing was that we went in the back way and there weren’t very many people around who noticed these sudden issues.

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I was shocked, and my mouth fell open as we were met with hostility. Were elves hated in these parts? I expected a bit of xenophobia in parts of Aberis, but I had thought the Ost Republic was extremely welcoming. I tried to think back if anyone else had shot Faeyna any ugly looks. I did recall a certain old woman looking at her with distaste, but I hadn’t thought anything of it at the time.

“Just who do you think you are?” I demanded.

“They’re the E.D.B.D.T.D,” Octin spoke up.

“The E…D… what?”

“They’re the disciplinary committee of the official church of the Ost Republic.”

“Oh. Do they have something against Faeyna?” I asked.

“How could we not?” The woman sneered. “Look at those ugly things!”

“We haven’t had any trouble before,” Octin spoke with a slightly worried frown on his face.

“You never brought someone like her before!” She snapped. “She’s not welcome here!”

“If you want to keep her from coming, then we have a problem.” I stepped forward menacingly.

She glanced at me undisturbed, and then there was a flash of recognition. “It’s you… yes… I’ve heard of you.”

“What?” I blinked, not sure where that came from.

“You’re that one that fraternizes with that unholy spawn from the north who calls themselves a church! They’ve warned us you were coming to fill our heads with lies. Rumor says that you love women of all types! It seems like it was all talk! Looking at the women at your side, it is clear that you enjoy women of a certain persuasion.” Her eyes were landing on a certain aspect of the women behind me. “It’s all just fat anyway!”

“W-wait!” Realization suddenly struck me as I realized what was off about them. “You all have flat chests!”

“Blasphemy!” She cried out. “Pointing out a woman’s chest size in the house of the daughter. As a member of the E.D.B.D.T.D. committee… you’re under arrest!”