The Half-Puny Priest Hopes To Retire

20 – No. I do not like it. Do not.

”You’re in the middle of a meal like this! This is a real example…”

don’t sit down if you know

Since when did the word ‘excuse me’ change from ‘I’m sorry for the damage’ to ‘I’ll do some damage from now on’?

Due to the sudden murmur of skepticism, the cloudless, sunny thoughts gradually became darker.

The identity of the uninvited guest seated on the other side of my table was a young lady with a stereotypical appearance that could only be found on the cover of a web novel for women.

A spiral hair style that made me wonder how it was set without a straightener, and a cumbersome dress that would obviously drag on the floor if the servants didn’t hold the hem.

In that state, if you covered your mouth with a fan and laughed, you could think of it as a masterpiece.

”Nice to meet you. Ro… Lady Rosevelt.”

”oh! I thought you remembered my name! It’s an honor!”

Because your servants standing behind you told me to lip-sync. It’s weird not knowing.

It was simply astonishing that a person could come together and evoke such an urgent appeal.

When I pronounced her name exactly as I was told, without any misinformation, from the servants shouting silent cheers like hooligans when a player from my country scored, the tragedy that would have happened if I hadn’t guessed her name wasn’t too difficult. I could guess.

It’s the same wherever you go, where the innocent lower ones are harmed by the corrupting behavior of the upper heads.

Only the status and form are different, and I, as a mere subordinate living a life of taking care of someone who is extremely fit, could keenly feel the joys and sorrows they must be feeling.

Let’s do our best.

”It was a pity that I didn’t have a chance to chat with you after that day, but I’m really happy to be able to meet you like this! Is the priest like that too!”

”Yeah. Sure. No, rather, I’m more curious about how many men will refuse to talk to a beautiful woman like Lady Rosevelt.”

”Oh, the priest is also true.”

Lady Rosvelt’s reckless appearance as she grabbed my hand with both hands and closed the distance while unnaturally emphasizing her chest area with her upper arm muscles was like watching a fierce bull.

The gruff comments, which were thought to be able to reduce her likeability level while properly complying with the required etiquette standards, only had the opposite effect.

Even at a glance at a banquet one day, when I looked over my shoulder and learned what high-ranking nobles were doing and showed it to my colleagues, it was a comment with enough destructive power to elicit untimely laughter from everyone except the warrior.

Apparently, to a real aristocrat, this collection of masculine words sounds nothing more than a greeting.

”I’ve heard a lot about Priest Rage’s from Mabel! They say that he is a model of a priest who is always upright and innocent, knows how to truly sympathize with the pain of others, and always does his best in the duties assigned to him!”

”hahahaha····. I don’t know what to do with the undeserved praise…”

As if someone had put a perfume-soaked paste on the bridge of my nose, the stronger the closer she pressed her body to me, the more intense the smell that seemed to be transmitted directly to my brain made my head throb in a different way than usual.

After I revived Priest La Novel, several of his fiancées showed great interest in me.

If I had to pick one person who was the most direct and tenacious among them, I could say for sure that there was not a single person who could match the Lady of Rosebelt.

Perhaps, just as Priestess La Novel did earlier, it was an intention to pay attention to my position and ability and spit on it before anyone else touched it.

It is absolutely unfair for a person who claims to be someone’s fiancé to flirt with another man so openly, while the Confucian soul inside of me screams out, it is quite difficult to put up with the customer service smile that I barely created. It was hard work.

”Robel said that. For the rest of his life from now on, the saintess who personally rebuked himself for being foolish for trying to gain a place beyond his heart, and the priest of Rage, who personally bestowed a second chance on himself for committing sins that could never be washed away even by death. I will dedicate myself to you.”

”Ah, yes…”

”You don’t know how surprised everyone including me was when I shaved off my hair that I had cherished so much to show my determination. Among them, there was a child who cried bitterly, saying that my Mabel wasn’t like this…”

”Ah, that’s…”

The series of resolutions given to me by Lady Rosvelt were the words that Priestess La Novel had been telling me since that day, so unfortunately, now I can only think of them as being boring.

For example, it is a disgusting feeling as if you are listening to a version of educational audio material that you have listened to for ear pain all over again from the beginning without skipping to a version recorded by another voice actor.

No matter how much they resemble each other, they are just engaged, and if they even resemble this disgusting part, what a terrible chimera their second generation will be born.

The birth of the seed of the demon king, which will come in the distant future, has already swelled with fear in my heart.

I want to get out of here right now, even though it was like a chimney.

Because there was no utensils, finishing the meal and running away was an option I couldn’t choose right now, and once I started unraveling the story, it was the family of a high-status woman who never gave the other person a day to cut off the words. to.

Now I had no choice but to leave my heart empty and pray to God that this tribulation would pass.

”Oh! Rage’s priest! Do you like chess?”

”Yes? Chess? I do not know. I’m familiar with the rules, but the experience itself that I’ve had with someone to the extent that I like it or hate it is one of the best…”

”Then why don’t you compete with me sometime?”

”hahahaha. If you do, that’s my honor.”

help me.

Hey. light novel. What are you doing. He said he would bring a fork. Come back. come fast.

Lady Rosvelt, who had moved from the seat across from me to the seat right next to me, occasionally put her breasts on my shoulder openly.

Whenever that happens, unlike the situation on the face, where he calmly maintains a poker face, in his heart, resentment and pleas for Priest La Novel, who released this beast to society, burst out without rest.

The reason why only feelings similar to anxiety and annoyance welled up, let alone intoxication, despite the honey trap’s successive attacks, which would have been obvious if it had been me in my youth.

First of all, the person himself seems to be thinking without me noticing.

The insidious heat flickering in her eyes as she glanced at my expression every time I pressed my body closely was a bit too blatant to elicit positive emotions from me.

To be honest, if I compare it with the giddy days I’ve spent with the saintess, the flirtatiousness that Lady Rosevelt is throwing at me is only on the same level as the level of stimulation that the ladies I met at a hair salon in the countryside groped for, saying that a bachelor has a really good body. because it did

”But do you know that? Rage’s priest? The fact that in an unknown country outside of this system, there is also a chess game with a unique rule that allows you to steal an opponent’s piece.”

”····Oh oh. Is that really it? That’s amazing.”

”hehehe, it may seem mean at first glance that the stolen words become the other person’s words, but don’t you think it’s very thrilling in a way? What I thought belonged to someone else and could not be overlooked could actually be mine…?”

”hahahaha····. It’s an interesting point of view that I wouldn’t even dare to think of with my limited knowledge…”

I hurriedly stopped her dark hand movements, which were about to slip into my hand, by tightly clenching my fists.

No. I do not like it. Do not. don’t touch me

I repeated the magic words of defeating bad people several times in my mind, but they didn’t seem very good.

Even so, without letting go of the last string of hope, I tried to send a sad look signal to her servants, asking them to stop her.

Where did they go, who showed me the team play of the soul a little while ago? At the destination of my futile gaze, only the cowardly traitors remained, covering their eyes and conniving at her reckless behavior.

”Lady Rosevelt. Actually, I have urgent business right now…”

”Huh, Priest Rage’s really bad at lying. There’s still a lot of time left before the saintess’ mealtime.”

”No, actually, I left my fork in the kitchen and came back…”

”Oh, you don’t have to be shy, hehehe, you have a cute side?”

As I hurriedly stood up, Lady Rosvelt suddenly embraced me as if to cover my body from above.

I managed to suppress my own reflexes that tried to violently shake her off in an instant.

It was around the time that I was about to forcibly activate the creaking thought circuit in order to find a way to evolve this current unanswered situation as smoothly as possible.

”The fork you are looking for is here.”

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Kwajik!

As if a flash of light from a lightning strike set aside the sound.

The voice, so chilling that it could not be thought to be the words of the living being, arrived safely by our side only after the silver flash that protruded out of sight and crossed between me and Lady Rosevelt.

Suddenly, it was a sight that made me feel deja vu.

It seems that something similar to this happened just a while ago.

”Have you finished your meal? Rage’s priest?”