The Half-Puny Priest Hopes To Retire

32 – encounter (2)

Laryngeal.

Shattered grains of wall pounded the floor like hailstones, and dust fluttering busily inside the curtain of sunlight was adding a gloomy ominousness to the already quaint alley.

”Cheer, heck!”

A man hung like a picture frame on a wall stained with cracks and threatening to collapse at any moment let out a low moan.

If I have to explain to anyone the circumstances of this confusing situation, there is one thing that must be said first before discussing the whole story.

I am not guilty. It’s not my fault. It’s not me that’s bad, this society is bad.

It is true that I inadvertently threw that man who tried to punch me, and it is also true that he flew away without being able to scream once, and it is also true that he was pinned to the wall, and it is also true that the wall that could not overcome the tremendous kinetic energy collapsed helplessly.

“Isn’t it a bit unfair to place all the responsibility on me alone?” My head throbbed as if I had drunk a glass of bad wine while the defense mechanism in my head was crying out for defense.

”ha····.”

Washing his face dry with both hands, he tried tirelessly to calm his fluctuating thoughts.

It seems that he adjusted his strength and did it.

The very moment the man tried to hit me in the face, swinging his mighty arm the size of my torso.

My sinful reflexes, a coward by nature, sent some command signal to my body before my brain had time to intervene.

Two familiar plosive phrases followed.

pug. Kwajik.

When I carefully opened my eyes that had been closed so tight, the sight in front of me was the shabby figure of a man slashed against a wall like a wad of toilet paper soaked in water.

Right after that, the thought that bloomed in my chest was really simple and clear.

”It worked…”

This was all due to being caught up in the physical torture called discipline, which was practiced by former comrades all the time.

Strong teeth capable of chewing and crushing rocks. Skin tough enough to repel steel.

Because in order to fight the tribe of monsters that came out with such hideous parts as standard options, it was the theory of the old colleagues, no, the old leader, that first of all, the original body had to be trained to a level comparable to them.

It was an action plan without a plan to openly grind the middle finger against a great man’s saying that those who fight monsters should be careful not to turn themselves into monsters in the process.

They were too young and hot-tempered to realize there was something strange about that way, and I wasn’t strong enough to resist the raging currents they evoked.

Thanks to that, I have the physical ability to keep my body tidy against a lot of low-level monsters.

I am a human being who lacks the skills and guts to handle such power. Occasionally, if they got into a fight with ordinary people who couldn’t handle magical powers, such catastrophic occurrences were frequent.

In everyday life, there was nothing to be nervous about in the body and mind, so there was no particular problem, but it was an emergency if you openly pretended to be with someone like this.

Because we have been living in the dangerous zone called ‘dungeon’ where we have to keep our five senses on alert, not knowing when and where what kind of monsters will attack us.

It was because the body had no choice but to react to ‘hostility’, which can be said to be the most intense emotion that an intellect can produce.

Fortunately, in this case, it doesn’t seem to be life-threatening, and it doesn’t seem to be broken anywhere. It didn’t seem necessary to use prayer to heal him.

”Ahh····.”

Now that I look at it, the top of my priestly robe is all torn.

Apparently, when I was thrown down in the same posture as I was swinging my fists, it seemed that the lost man’s fists fluttered in the air and grabbed my collar.

i want This is why I hate fighting.

Being hit is unpleasant, beating is noble, even if you win or lose, only remnants remain in this hurtful act, Ho-jeong couldn’t help but listen.

I suddenly remembered a truthful remark that an elderly pastor at the orphanage I lived in as a child had asked me from time to time.

There is no case where a person is allowed to hit a person except when that person is bullying the weak, covetous of other people’s women, or even a brute who sells things back.

As expected, there is nothing wrong with what the elders said. A heartfelt admiration leaked from the depths of his heart.

Also, thank you very much for your help…! Priest…!”

”You’re welcome. I just did what I had to do.”

With my hand, I blocked the movement of a passer-by who was trying to express his gratitude to me, even leading my injured body.

I understand your feelings, but now that I’ve lost all of the cloth that covered my upper body, there are too many things engraved on my body that I can’t show others, so it wasn’t so nice to have someone’s eyes stick to me.

Aside from the patterns on his right arm, he didn’t want to show off the menstrual marks, buried like land mines, from just below his chin to around his collarbone, even if he died.

Wouldn’t it be possible for a writer known as a priest to walk around the village street with traces of flirting with women hanging around his neck that can only be seen?

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Just like that, while covering my neck with one hand, I was in the middle of contemplating how to overcome this embarrassing situation where I lost my top out of nowhere.

”Hey, over there! Excuse me, priest!”

The stranger I saved did not hesitate to grab the hand on the other side of me where I was playing, and suddenly began to raise his voice with sparkling eyes like glass marbles.

”As a person who received help, I’m aware that it’s an ungrateful sound! By any chance, if you’re not rude, could you please listen to just one request of mine!”

It was hard to believe that a person who had been beaten up just a moment ago was so strong.

Although it was soiled with dirt and dust, the clothes he was wearing were quite luxurious, and from the accessories that looked expensive at first glance hanging from his fingers and ears, we could vaguely guess his lavish lifestyle.

Could it be that the son of a wealthy merchant’s family wandered around town without an escort and was victimized by robbers who were aiming for money and valuables?

As I was roughly reconstructing the situation, both of his hands that were holding my hand suddenly inflated their strength.

”Actually, I’m promoting a groundbreaking project in this area! Talents suitable for the business were always in short supply, so they were always in trouble! To the point where I, as the president, have to work hard to recruit talented people by myself!”

”Ah yes····.”

oh i got this wrong

I was superior in my ability to intuit the peculiar ominousness that came just before a smooth journey took a turn in the wrong direction. It’s a problem because I can’t avoid it.

”And I realized it at a glance! The priest is the unprocessed gemstone I’ve been looking for so long! It is said that he is a talent of the century that comes out once in a hundred years!”

”Hey, I get it… Can you please let go of this hand and talk…”

Is it a scout?

Well, I kind of expected it to be like that.

For the merchants who have vowed to overcome this harsh world with money and wisdom, not swords and magic, a strong backbone to protect them is indispensable.

It’s not uncommon for a retired adventurer to get a second job as an escort for a famous shopping district.

Probably, they did this because they saw me as a cheap labor force for easily blowing away a burly bully.

If so, was the fight with that bully just an unexpected accident that occurred during the recruitment process?

It was around the time when we were gradually framing the order of the current situation.

He called me by name in a loud voice.

”Priest!”

”Hey, I’m sorry. I am a body that must be dedicated to God…”

”Perhaps! Do you have any intention of becoming a male prostitute?”

Right after that, I managed to control the fist that I had inadvertently put strength into.

It is currently unknown where this author is and what kind of business he is running.

First of all, I thought I knew roughly why I was being beaten.

◈◈◈

It was messy and disturbing.

Thanks to the young man who called himself ‘Rengell’ and handed me an extra set of clothes, claiming to be the price for saving his life, I was able to avoid the worst situation of returning to the monastery naked.

As he handed over the clothes to me, those bright words he hinted at were stuck in my head like darts and I couldn’t get them out.

A naive appearance that specializes in dispelling women’s vigilance. Tight muscles that are neither too much nor too little. to the clerical status that precocious women die of.

A typical human figure that makes an innocent woman grumpy. Truly, an existence born only to fulfill the duty of being a male prostitute.

If it hadn’t been for the innocent smile on his face that showed no trace of malice, I would have taken those words as an insult towards me or as a sign of a duel.

In fact, he even folded and unfolded the blade of the rosario he was wearing around his neck a couple of times.

Crying fist.

It was to the point where I was able to strongly sympathize with those unfamiliar words often spoken by those whose brains were dominated by pride, for that moment.

”Whoa…”

If he was willing to do so, he had given me the memo with the location of his store, asking me to visit him soon, and I had already thrown it away.

In my heart, I wanted to tear the fake priest’s uniform I received from him. I decided to put up with it. I had to endure it.

According to him, this fake priest’s uniform is a so-called ‘event’ worn by staff when serving guests.

It is such a hot item that it can be easily torn even by a woman, and the contents can be seen through when wet.

I felt like I was going to cry out of shame, but I couldn’t shed the water. Because your clothes won’t get wet.

”Pick up a book, go into your room and cry quietly…”

It was a thick breath that made me wonder if what just came out of my mouth was not breath, but black smoke.

Today, nothing is going to happen.

It was at that very moment when I stumbled open the door of the old bookstore I used to use, chewing on those soggy thoughts.

thud.

It was a minor collision.

Maybe it was because I was a little depressed. I didn’t recognize someone who was about to leave the bookstore, so I bumped into him.

”Oh, I’m sorry…”

”Oh no! I’m really sorry…”

My vision naturally slid in the direction the voice came from, and right after that, my pitiful eyes, stained with muddy thoughts, were lit up.

Red hair, as if watching the gracious crimson emanating from the embers of the ripened maple leaves spread throughout the forest before long.

And, like the eyes of a beast watching its prey from the crevices of the red reeds, those golden eyes that were blazing fiercely were one of the most intense abstractions imprinted in my head.

It was impossible not to recognize her who was at the root of that abstraction.

”Oh, Apis?”

”uh?”

”ah! synthesis!”

bang!

I hurriedly shut my mouth and shut the door to the bookstore as well.

I recognized her, but she may not have recognized me.

Like a miraculous theory that I once saw in a Western movie, that if you pick up food that has fallen on the floor and eat it within 5 seconds, it’s okay.

only 1 second.

At most, our eyes met for a second or so.

It’s rather certain that I ran into her, that she recognized me, on the basis of such uncertain circumstances alone.

”Hey.”

”····”

”open it.”

and the door says It’s amazing.