The Half-Puny Priest Hopes To Retire

28 – Play House

There is a saying that one of the greatest mistakes a person can commit is not even knowing what they have done wrong.

It is unknown who the first person to spread it is, but since someone said it, it must be on people’s lips.

It is one of the tasks for mankind to live a better life than it is now to find and catch the evil culprit who gave birth to the word. At least I think so.

oppa Don’t you know what your brother did wrong?

sorry. I’m a little weak in subjective.

”Lady. What did I do wrong?”

Since there was no one I could share my anger with, I immediately asked the saintess, who was the only companion I had left, to confess.

For some unknown reason to me, the nun confined me to the throne room for several hours.

Maybe it was discovered that I secretly suggested to the waiter to add some dessert after dinner.

Or, do you still have it in your heart that you unintentionally spoiled the contents of the novel you were reading?

They say there is nothing more counterproductive than thinking about why women are angry with men.

I didn’t find anything to do, and I thought it wasn’t a good idea to just leave my brain idle and idle, so I decided to think for a moment.

This is the conclusion I came to after much deliberation.

I don’t know.

I wonder if I would have asked the saintess for advice and sat down.

The only way I, as a mere man, could stand against the despicable trick of deleting the cause of my anger from the logic of this world and leaving only the result of my anger, was the pathetic way of asking someone for advice.

”Hmm?”

The saintess, who was sitting on my leg and looking up at me, tilted her head.

I noticed that I didn’t even know what I was talking about.

yes. I’ll be molested

To be honest, I didn’t think at all that the saintess would know.

This means that if there is no expectation, there will be no betrayal.

Today, I felt like I was one step closer to the truth.

”eat this.”

The saintess brought an empty bowl with nothing on it to my mouth and urged me to eat nothing.

I don’t want to talk about how much trial and error I went through until I realized that this questionable behavior was a kind of ‘playing house’.

I just want you to know that in the past few days, I’ve come to know what a plate tastes like and what your mouth looks like when you eat it.

”Kuhm! and! So delicious! As expected, our well-being and cooking are the best!”

As if the performance of my soul was quite satisfactory, the saintess jumped as she sat on my leg.

It was still hard to find the slightest movement of emotion in that expression, but judging from the fact that the corners of his mouth had risen about 5mm, it was possible to vaguely guess that he was in a state of excitement.

Playing house at this age is quite, no, it is a dangerous act that consumes quite a lot of self-esteem, but if you don’t do it, the madness of the saintess holding an empty plate in your mouth until you do it makes me decide to just give in calmly. done.

Fortunately, the house play led by the saintess did not require complicated settings and there were not too many characters.

brother. Brother. and sister

I’m the older brother, and the saintess is the younger sister. And the role of the older sister is entrusted to the appropriate object that can be roughly caught in the hands of the saint at the time.

I’m not sure because I’m not very well versed in house play. usually mom. Dad. children. I’ve heard that dogs are a common configuration.

A faint doubt passed through my head, but now I’ve come to think of it as just that.

To be honest, I haven’t even gotten married yet, so having a child under my care, even hypothetically, wasn’t something I’d be happy with.

I was born and raised in an orphanage, so I decided to respect the diversity of my family, thinking that nothing could be more ridiculous than me arguing about the composition of an ordinary family.

Still, I did ask a question once.

‘Lady. Did you have a sister?’

Although nothing that could be called an answer to that question has ever returned.

Upon hearing my question, the saintess only occasionally blinked her eyes and tilted her head, just as she had always done.

Unfortunately, even the saintess herself was unaware of the identity of her sister, who appeared regularly in the saintess’ house play.

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Just then, when I was lost in reminiscence for such a long time.

”Jjook.”

”Uh-huh.”

It was a short car.

As if throwing her upper body away, I stopped the attack by feeding the iron claw into the saintess’s zone before it was too late, who was about to lunge at me again and press her lips.

It was not consciously done.

When a ball flies in front of your eyes, it is an action that originates from human reflexes, such as grabbing and looking at it.

Although he is aware that he has committed blasphemy to the point of causing fainting in the eyes of other believers, which is quite arrogant even when he thinks about it himself.

If I hadn’t done this, there would have been another uncomfortable rendezvous between my lips and the saintess’s, so there was no other way.

”Lady. Didn’t I tell you last time and the last time that I couldn’t do it on my lips?”

”····”

I can’t be careless because of this. Be vigilant.

The monsters in the dungeon also gave me more time to think than this.

”I will.”

”no.”

”I will.”

”No.”

It’s starting again.

After stopping the saintess several times, who was trying to close the distance to me by swinging her arms around, I held her up with her hands in her armpits and lifted her up like a cat.

daerong daerong.

The appearance of the saintess hanging around like a swing in a playground was very funny, but if she laughed here, it would be a joke.

Chewing on the empty laugh that almost leaked out, he gathered the strength between his brows and solemnly uttered the words.

”Welna. You made a promise to your brother. How many times a day is Jjook?”

”····”

”How many times a day?”

”····third time.”

How many times have I been fooled by that mournful voice that evokes human primal sympathy?

However, don’t be fooled anymore.

”Welna. Look at this.”

After carefully putting the saintess, who was staying in the air, on the floor, she hung the neck of the priest’s robe with her index finger and hung it down.

”What is this all about?”

I expressed that I was angry to a certain extent, but so that she would not be frightened, I put a little, very light force on the neck and muttered the words.

Then, the red eyes of the saintess hurriedly twisted toward my collarbone like headlights in the middle of the night.

It was worth it.

Right now, around my neck, insidious marks optimized for attracting someone’s attention were densely plastered.

Because of this, I have become a body that can never take off the indoor clothes that come up to my neck even indoors.

”I don’t know.”

i don’t know what i don’t know

The identity of these innumerable marks that the saintess herself buried around my neck is Hickey. It was a manly object that is commonly referred to as a kiss mark.

After restricting the number of kisses, it was good to try to correct the saintess’ bad habit by slowly reducing the number of kisses, but in response, the saintess tried to make up for the shortfall by lengthening the duration of each kiss as much as possible. .

This was the tragedy caused by such a tragic narrative.

”Before, I saw this because it was really the last time. How many times did Wellna break her promise to her brother today?’

”····”

Countless rare question marks appeared on the face of the saintess, who was famous for neglecting her duties.

A crooked brow. A gaze looking into the distance. slightly open mouth.

It was a look that could easily be guessed that he was thinking deeply about something that seldom came to an answer at a glance.

I guess so. you wouldn’t know I have no idea.

Even I haven’t counted since I passed 30.

Even if you look at it right after the nun spit out the rare lie that I was sleeping in the throne room.

Even if the saintess couldn’t do it, she slapped me on the lips about 10 times.

”Look at this too.”

This time he rolled up his arms.

from the palm to the wrist.

The identity of these dubious tattoos, densely engraved like stamps on the body of elementary school students when they finished a marathon, were the patterns the saintess had engraved on me when I asked her to tell me how to save Priest La Novel one day.

No, the human body is not a drawing.

I don’t know if the saintess herself did it with a light sense, similar to children scribbling on their father’s face, but I was a person who didn’t have the toughness or flair to pass all of this lightly.

At least, if you leave the kiss marks alone, or if you apply cold compresses, they will disappear sooner or later. These mysterious patterns showed no signs of disappearing even when they were rubbed hard with soap.

It was fortunate that I realized that this pattern was engraved every time the saintess kissed me.

As long as I can’t stop the saintess’ kiss, the fact that my body will soon become like a refrigerator with delivery coupons stuck to it hasn’t changed.

It didn’t really make me feel at ease or anything.

”What do you think of when you see this? well.”

”····pretty.”

I have a different opinion.

how long has it been like that

Took.

The wooden fork, the tableware for the saintess’s meal, suddenly tumbled to the floor and made a faint noise.

Only one item fell.

If it was normal, it would have been insignificant, if the surroundings hadn’t been quiet, it would have been difficult to even notice.

but. Because the value of a bondi object is always relative.

”sister····.”

”Holy Maid…?”

That insignificant object scattered on the floor was, just a little while ago, an actress who was assigned a role, called ‘sister’ in a series of plays.

At that moment, the saintess’ gaze first slid toward the firmly closed door.