The Half-Puny Priest Hopes To Retire

258 – Epilogue. The Saint Smiles Wordlessly. (4)

The bedroom in the dark night was extremely quiet.

The sound of candle wax dripping tears vaguely lingered in my ears, and the moonlight through the thin curtain blended with the darkness like milk seeing into coffee.

The breathtakingly sweet yet resolutely elegant scent seemed to be stirring up something unknown within me.

Step. No, half a step. I took a careful step.

Ttogak.

The sound of the soles of my shoes hitting the marble floor was bringing back a little of my sense of reality that had dulled, but the tension that made me laugh at everything was still holding me back and not letting go.

“Excuse me, saint…”

I swallowed dry saliva and cleared my throat softly.

The resolution should have been completed long ago. There was still an unsightly hesitation stuck at the back of the words that had been put together with difficulty.

Nevertheless, even though I slowed down my steps, I could not bear to stop.

It was because an extremely selfish and poor motive, neither noble like a sense of duty nor desperate like guilt, was pushing my back again and again.

I want to see the saint’s smile once again.

I want to hear the saint’s laughter once again.

I hope that the saint can regain everything she lost because of me and live happily for the rest of her life.

I was willing to do anything to achieve that wish.

“How long are you going to be lingering at the door? If you’re going to do it, do it quickly. Are you planning to miss out on this genius opportunity that the hero is suffering from aftereffects of morning sickness?”

“I’m going to leave now with almost all my courage. Please stop urging me… “

“Tsk…”

Beyond the door with my back to me, the nun’s sharp voice urging me to see in like the wind.

Seeing him cackling his tongue her her so openly, it seemed like he was quite frustrated with my behavior her.

I completely understand that feeling, but I wish you could understand my miserable feeling of having to work in another woman’s bedroom while my wife, who is not single, is sleeping.

“Whoa…”

Gulp. Gulp.

After letting out a heavy breath for a moment, I finished emptying the bottle of liquor that the nun had brought me a moment ago.

I couldn’t stay sober, so I drank it at the nun’s suggestion, but it wasn’t a bad choice as a last resort measure.

Thanks to that, I was able to erase all the distracting thoughts that remained in her head.

“Haa…”

Again. Ttogak.

Stagger. With steps heavily intoxicated, I slowly approached the bed hidden behind a mysterious veil.

I took off her cumbersome outer clothing and unbuttoned the buttons that were tightly cinching her neck, one by one.

Squeak.

As she gently placed her body on the soft mat, the bed felt the heavy weight of an adult man and made a loud noise in her neck.

Sharalak.

I swallowed my rising breath and lifted the veil surrounding the bed.

Then, the beautiful scene hidden behind a transparent piece of cloth came into full view.

“·····.”

Even beyond the blurred vision caused by drunkenness, the figure was indescribably clear.

It’s an off-white color that feels foreign, as if it’s not from this world, and doesn’t have any of the unpleasantness characteristic of artificial sculptures.

Brilliant silver hair that looks like it was woven by the moonlight.

A body that combines the attractive lines characteristic of a mature woman and the softness characteristic of a girl who has not yet been spoiled.

A sensual yet sweet scent that resolutely brings out her instincts that had sunk to the bottom of her consciousness.

Even though this woman attacked her time and time again, she was proud of her past self for maintaining her senses in the end.

“Huh…”

The clothes she was wearing also contributed greatly to that sentiment.

What is this lingerie outfit that, far from hiding her her inner skin her her her, naturally draws attention to the obscene curves of her body her her her?

Nine times out of ten. No, the probability was 10 out of 10 that it was clearly the nun’s handiwork.

No matter how much I say that increasing my s*xual excitement may be the key to awakening the saint.

Dressing her one and only younger brother in such obscene clothes.

If you look at that side too, it wasn’t normal.

No, more than that. It would be impossible to find such flashy clothes in a clean monastery overnight.

Could it be that it was a personal item that I had from the beginning?

If so, it seemed a bit scary.

“Umm…”

At that moment, the saint suddenly turned over, talking in her sleep.

“Ugh!”

I hurriedly covered my vision with both arms.

Because the clothes were not performing their role at all, the visual stimulation was completely different even if the angle of the body was slightly off.

A light pink color that briefly passed by in my vision, which was once pure white, flashed like lightning and took over my mind.

They came to attack me, but they made a fuss like a child at only this much exposure.

Even when I thought about it, my face became hot at the sight of this extremely unsightly appearance.

I hope that I will be struggling in the waves of emotions for a while.

“Oh·····Pa·····.”

A voice that wets my ears like a drizzle. The sad gesture, as if it was wandering in search of warmth, instantly calmed the strong turmoil in my heart.

“Saint…”

Kwaak.

The strength of the delicate hand that tightly held the hand that was handed to me could not have been more pitiful.

Even after she fell into a sleep from which she could not wake up, the saintess remained the same.

Every time he got the chance, he would look for me in his sleep.

The longer I didn’t come, the more I groaned from unidentifiable nightmares and struggles in pain.

What I did at that time was always set.

Holding her her hand her her her, stroking her her hair her her her, and softly reading her her favorite storybook her her her.

An extremely simple and ordinary daily routine that I have been doing since around the time I was appointed as the saint’s exclusive servant.

However, even with such an ordinary routine, the saint’s face, which was filled with anxiety, quickly regained its calm.

The cruel punishment of the warrior waiting after work was always so hard that it made my bones ache, but even so, I could not give up on this one thing even if it meant death.

He accidentally became a hero who saved the world, and somehow ended up becoming the Pope’s representative representing all the clergy in the system.

Even now, I am still the saint’s exclusive guardian priest.

No, because he is the only older brother of this child in this world.

“Well na…”

Every time I called her her name her and stroked her her hair her her her, I just stared at the saintess’s face her her, which visibly softened.

Then, a scene from a children’s book that I had read over and over again suddenly appeared in my mind.

The very scene where a prince on a white horse wakes up a princess who had fallen into eternal sleep due to a curse with a kiss.

The flower of the story and the final act.

I still vividly remember one day when the saint begged me to imitate that scene.

At that time, I never dreamed that her saintly presence would grow so much within me.

Even if I know a lot about the world, I still don’t know.

“The position is completely opposite from then…”

Muttering to herself, she gently traced the saint’s light pink lips with her index finger.

Immediately after, I slowly brought my lips filled with firm determination to the face of the defenseless girl who was sleeping without knowing anything about the world.

Side. Her shy voice trembled like ripples from her lips that rested on her pure white forehead for a moment.

But before the lingering feelings from that went away, I parted the lips once again.

“Wake up. Well.”

“Umm…”

Side. Side. Side.

Forehead. Cheek. The kisses that fell sequentially toward the nape of my neck were filled with so much emotion that even I was embarrassed.

My breathing suddenly became difficult and my body was filled with intense heat.

It was a truly strange feeling.

While I felt anxious as if something I had built up until now had collapsed in an instant, my emotions were heightened as if I had been looking forward to this moment for a very long time.

“Wake up. Well.”

“Hmm…”

I persistently dug into the saintess’s collarbone, burying my breathing that became rough like that of an animal.

The saintess flinched reflexively at the sudden stimulus, but such feeble resistance only served to further fuel the dark impulse lurking within me.

“Wake up. Well.”

“Hee····· Sigh·····!”

A secret whisper while biting your ear.

The two tightly closed eyes still showed no sign of opening, but the slightly distorted eyebrows and slightly reddened cheeks were strengthening my resolve, which had almost wavered for a moment.

“If I don’t wake up right now, something big will happen…”

“Uh, um…”

The saintess pursed her lips as if she were frightened by the threat made in a firm voice.

At that very moment, for some reason, I had an intuition.

Today is the longest night of my entire life.

It will be a long night that I will never forget until the moment I die.