The Half-Puny Priest Hopes To Retire

1 – reason for resignation

The chapel of the saint.

It is a sanctuary among sanctuaries where only those who live under the grace of the saintess yearn and envy, and only those who are qualified to assist the saintess are allowed to enter.

Even at this moment, all those fascinated by the brilliance of the saintess are constantly honing and polishing their faith in order to enjoy the supreme honor of praising that precious being from the nearest seat.

All of this to accomplish the great task of overthrowing the demon lord. To praise the benevolent saintess who gave her life for nothing.

The love of believers for the saintess will not fade, will not stop, will not stop, and will not stop.

but.

As of now, my steps toward that glorious sanctuary were by no means light.

No, it was rather heavy. I didn’t like it.

If possible, I wanted to get out of here and wipe my feet and sleep in my cozy room.

To the extent that I would gladly hand over this position with a smile on my face if someone appeared to fill my role.

Turbuck. Turbuck.

The gloomy hallway, devoid of human presence, emphasized only the sound of my own footsteps, casting an ominous air of unknown origin.

The procession of glass windows arranged symbolically gave a bleak, even unpleasant sense of heterogeneity.

The root cause of these thoughts must be the familiar figures that can be clearly seen from across the far hallway.

Immediately after regurgitating such a carefree complaint with a sigh, he quickly changed his stumpy gait to a hurried one.

”The Holy Lady’s breakfast time is just around the corner, but where is this bastard, Lays, wandering around again!”

”Because he’s a lazy guy by nature, he must be sleeping somewhere else…”

”Why on earth did the saintess choose such a lowly man as her guardian priest…? I really want…”

A sound I hate to hear more than an alarm in the early morning. It was a voice calling out to me, whom I wanted to avoid as much as possible.

”Joe, good morning~! Seniors~!”

I tried to say hello with a bright smile to evoke the desolate atmosphere, but it didn’t look very good.

The faces of the men in the white priestly robes, which were only a different color from the black priestly robes I was wearing, were stained with hostility and disgust that did not match their pious attire.

”I told you to go fast! You idiot!”

”ha·····. That bastard…”

”Chit!”

”under···. ha ha ha···. I’m sorry…”

I want to show these people’s expressions to the person who made the bullshit about not being able to spit on a smiling face.

”From the very beginning! Even if you lack the awareness that you are in a position to support the saintess, you are far from lacking! Do you know what a great honor that is for us Guardian Priests!? If you’ve taken on a job that’s out of your way, show at least some responsibility or sincerity! Okay!?”

”hahahaha···.”

At a time like this, it’s obvious that you’ll be criticized no matter what you say, so it’s best to just laugh it off.

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Just like that, let’s receive heart-warming cheers from seniors who are like the sky who are upset in the world because of a couple of clumsy juniors.

”Nice to meet you. Rage’s priest. The saintess is waiting for you. Come on in.”

”Oh yes! All right!”

”Quit…”

Thanks to the nun who came in just in time, we were able to escape the crisis.

It was for this reason that I stamped the clock to work on time every time.

Those nobles are diligent people who don’t mind getting up an hour or two earlier than the scheduled time to find a new recruit they disapprove of, and waiting for a long day and night at the corner of the street where I pass.

Well, to be honest, it wasn’t that I didn’t understand that feeling at all.

The exclusive guardian priest of the saintess, a position tantamount to the highest honor for those who serve the saintess.

For reasons unknown to them about such a heavy responsibility, a half-penny priest like me.

It is inevitable that the so-called parachute sucks honey after receiving and eating it.

A long time ago, I was dragged into active duty for the single crime of being born healthy, and I had a history of having irrational envy and jealousy towards people who were uncomfortable with my body, so I had the generosity to understand the feelings of my seniors.

However, since ancient times, there are some things in this world where the truth can only be known by opening the lid.

Even if you look at the Yu-Gi-Oh card turned upside down on the street right now, you can check whether it is a rare card or not.

If you’re a clever kid who understands the world a little faster, you’ll realize sooner that precious things like rare cards can’t be lying on the floor in the first place.

The story seems to have gone a little different way. In short, that’s what I want to say.

It’s a story about not knowing someone else’s circumstances and not making hasty judgments about someone’s life only with your own narrow insight. It can be seen as a stereotypical complaint.

”Priest. Hurry up.”

”oh. Yeah.”

At the calm voice of the nun calling me by name, my mind, which had been filled with miscellaneous thoughts, suddenly returned.

As I glanced forward, my field of vision was filled with an imposing door with needlessly large and ornate decorations clinging to it.

‘This is all pure gold…’

Every time I see it, there is no money like this.

Do the old ladies of the Vatican have a fetishism of throwing money into the gutter?

I thought the look on the faces of the citizens when they found out that their donations were being used for something like this would be worth seeing.

”Okay, then take this.”

”Yeah.”

What the nun handed me was a small dinner plate. The things on top of it are the saintess’s breakfast for today.

Delicious freshly baked bread with steam rising.

A green salad made with carefully selected fresh vegetables.

A stew with a luscious harmony of the sweetness of milk and the faint scent of herbs.

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Judging by the smell, it seems that meat is also included today.

Chew.

”You shouldn’t eat it.”

I must have been quite unreliable as I was drooling appropriately. The nun’s strong face pushed me.

me really Even if I haven’t seen meat in the past few months.

Even so, wouldn’t it be unfair to tamper with the saintess’ meal as a guardian priest? So is the nun.

quick-witted

”For me, who haven’t been able to see a proper meal lately, this seems like a very harsh mission… Couldn’t the nun bring it for me just for today?”

”no. You know very well that the priest won’t even talk to you unless you hand it over, right?”

”ah····. Yes····. Write… Well, that’s true, but…”

Sister wouldn’t know what a great ordeal it would be to ask someone who had eaten only potatoes for three meals a day for the past month to pour this delicacy into someone else’s mouth.

I have no doubt that Adam in the Garden of Eden bit off an apple because he ate the same food for hundreds of years.

”Then let’s go. Rage’s priest. I’m begging you again, but you shouldn’t eat it.”

”····Yeah.”

Receiving the worried gaze from the nun with her back, as if sending off a child on her first errand, she opened the heavy door.

◈◈◈

it’s pure white

It is still a mysterious room for which no suitable adjective comes to mind.

Westerners who enjoy entertainment movies will say that it looks like a white room from the movie Batman.

For those of us who used to watch cartoons when we were young, it’s a disparate space that’s so white and wide that it’s unpleasant to say that it’s a replica of the room of time and spirit in Dragon Ball.

The throne room of the saintess.

It is said that there are aristocrats who donate astronomical donations every year in order to step into this tasteless space where there is no smell of human life.

well?

If you see this tail in person, I think you will probably roll on the floor asking for a refund.

Chijik. Jijik.

Ominous war clouds filled the already eerie white space with the occasional horrifying sound of machinery.

With his footsteps, he slowly moved towards the epicenter of the sound, and soon found a person whom everyone loved but whom I shunned more than anyone else.

”Lady. Morning delivery is here!”

In order not to reveal the blasphemy inside me, the clean and clear greeting I gave her with confidence hit her on the back of the head.

As always, no answer came back.

To be honest, I didn’t even expect much.

It was safe to say that she hardly ever responded to my greetings.

No, the memory itself of seeing him say the right thing in the first place counted on my hand.

If packaged well, it looked like a doll, and to be honest, it was like looking at a corpse.

It is too quiet to be called a living life.

When we were together, she didn’t keep her voice close enough to listen to her breathing and heart sounds.

”Kuhm! saintess! It’s time for breakfast~.”

”····”

”Saintess’ morning…”

”····”

”ha····.”

silence. silence again.

I’ve been doing this for quite a while, so I’m sure I’ll get used to it by this point, but every time it’s like this, I inadvertently look at her grave expression.

Mystical white hair, as if looking at a snowy field without a single footprint, and rubellite-colored eyes that shine with honor without any emotional ripples.

The pure white skin that far surpassed the light source of the white jade might have been a jewelry box, not a door, that I had opened.

She embraced the extreme of beauty that was not of this world, to the extent that she was caught up in stupid illusions at every turn.

saintess. Wellna Angelas Ashes.

Right now, this petite woman staring at the crackling TV screen right in front of my nose is called that name in the outside world.

And.

”ha····. Well Na. I’m here····.”

”─!!!”

Udangtang!

This girl, hearing my voice calling my name, hurriedly rushes at me and grabs me by the sleeve of my pants.

I am calling ‘Wellna’ only in this space.

”ah! Aww…! aaa!!”

”Yes… Would it be nice if you answered like that a long time ago? I’ll read the storybook slowly later. Shall we eat first? Understand?”

”Ahh!!”

To be honest, I don’t even understand what you’re saying.

Assuming that she understood roughly, I affectionately stroked her silky hair today.

◈◈◈

”Come on, ah!”

”synthesis!”

”ruler! last bite! Ah!”

”synthesis!”

After dozens of minutes of indirectly experiencing the feeling of a mother bird feeding a baby bird, I finally completed all of my duties.

It would have been nice if I could have left a little bit, but seeing her take and eat everything she gave me, I was a bit suspicious of the nun’s words that she wouldn’t even eat a bite without me.

”Ah!”

”yes? Oh, you want me to read a fairy tale?”

After finishing her meal, she demanded a reward from me as if she had accomplished something great.

Some people have to eat dozens of bowls of swear words to eat a delicious meal, but someone who chews only the rice they feed them will lose their reward. It is a truly unfair world.

”Okay····. Could you wait a minute…? hehehehe!”

”Wow!”

Even though I know very well that there can be no one else besides her and me in this space, I take a look around.

If other believers would see me now, treating the saintess whom everyone respects and envy, and treating her with short words, treating me like a preschooler.

It was because of him that it was almost certain that he would be immediately sentenced to death for blasphemy.

No, maybe we should consider being able to face death as a blessing.

Because you may have to live a life in which you earnestly beg for death in an endless hell of torture and healing.

If it’s the Vatican guys I know, that’s enough.

”ah····! Ahh····!”

”Ah Okay····. I’ll read it to you right now…”

She was sitting on my lap, pounding on my thighs with her fists and interrupting me while reading a storybook.

The faint sound of her heart coming from her small back clinging to my chest. My consciousness was disturbed by the weak but clear birth of life.

The warmth that came from the skin touching her constantly reminded me that she was not a doll, but a living being.

The pure white hair that tickled the bridge of her nose was fragrant with a sweet scent that seemed to be made from hardened milk.

Tick tock.

I listened intently to the occasional ticking of the clock on my wrist and subjugated all my nerves to the cute words in front of me.

If I didn’t do that, it seemed like I wouldn’t be able to get out of this magical space forever.

It was close to a reflex action stemming from an instinctive sense of crisis.

”The princess who woke up with the prince’s kiss lived happily ever after~ It was a celebration~ It was a celebration~”

”····”

how long has it been

Finally, the children’s book recitation called breakfast time came to an end.

The story this time must have been quite impressive, and even after the recitation was over, her face, which was staring at the storybook, showed a rare color of emotion.

A ruddy crimson dyed her protruding lips and innocent cheeks.

It was a cute sight that made me smile unintentionally, but I couldn’t afford to pay attention to it because if I didn’t hurry, I’d be late for the priests’ mealtime.

This restaurant, which is run by noblemen who are strict with the rules and even blocked front and rear, is a guardian priest and nabal and does not serve rice if the prescribed time is not properly observed.

If I miss this opportunity, I will have to eat potatoes again this morning.

That much is a specification even if he dies.

”then! A little later, at lunchtime again—”

That moment when I carefully put down the saintess on my lap and hurriedly sprinted to my seat with my two legs filled with a longing for a breakfast that lightly surpassed even my religious beliefs.

”uh?”

A disturbing storm raged from the inside of my thoughts from the presence of a beautiful force that firmly gripped my crotch.

····no way.

”this····.”

An elegant sound like a jade bead. A holy voice filled with the will of a god enveloped my consciousness without an echo.

”This… do…”

My gaze, which slowly moved in the direction her slender finger pointed, caught the storybook I had just read to her.

On the opened page was a picture of a prince kissing the princess, which beautifully decorated the end of the story.

····Right.

Again… It’s a start again…

He managed to swallow the sigh that almost leaked out of his mouth, and stretched out his brow, which was distorted with tension, and smiled.

Then, as if to calm and soothe a fussy child, I communicated my firm intention to her while keeping eye level with each other step by step.

”Oh, no····.”

However.

”I will… Hey…”

”I can’t do it right now…”

”I’ll do it…”

”Lady. Can’t you…”

”I’ll do it. will do will do will do will do will do will do will do will do will do will do will do will do will do will do will do will do will do will do will do will do will do will do I will.”

Every time I offered a refusal, the fading light in her rubellite eyes and the terrifying tone repeated like a broken radio seemed to solemnly pronounce the doom of my life.

Oh, I want to retire.