The Half-Puny Priest Hopes To Retire

7 – Vacation

vacation.

Who wouldn’t be fascinated by the thrilling words that resonate?

A light in the dark, at least for me at this moment. It would be fair to call it an oasis in the desert.

Even if it is a mirage that will disappear in just half a day.

permit to go out.

That would be the name of the holy relic that now flutters in my grasp with a brilliant radiance behind it.

I wonder if Jeanne d’Arc felt like this with the banner of Jehovah in her hand.

A vivid sense of exhilaration, never experienced before, welled up from the Danjeon.

When the mortal resignation application was rejected and the past buried under the mound of memory was dug up in detail, I thought it was the end of the world.

What is this piece of paper about? Is it that my heart, which had been agitated like a ferry in a storm, became calm at once, and even the faith that I thought had dried up in the evening of old is filled up with tears.

I guess it must have been difficult for me these days.

‘You seem to have been quite tired lately. With my authority, I’ll give you special permission to go out alone this time. How about going down to the village after a long time and recovering from the fatigue?’

The calm voice of the nun, my enemy and benefactor, echoed in my mind.

eat and leave Although it was a reluctant proposal that had such a disturbing intention.

Because the threaded bait was so coveted to me.

When he came to his senses, he had already received an exit permit from her.

free!

It seems that he suddenly burst into a loud shout.

Even so, wasn’t it a little reckless behavior in front of the nun? A faint regret ran through his mind.

At one time, there was a time when I couldn’t understand the words of famous people who said that if I didn’t leave the house even for a day, I wouldn’t feel alive at all.

Why don’t you know the pleasure of wasting time while enjoying the phytoncide in my warm and comfortable room?

I even arrogantly laughed at their stupidity.

But now, it seemed to me that I could at least partly understand their feelings, and at least speak for them.

A place where you can’t eat whatever you want, have no proper entertainment, and don’t even have the Internet to evaporate time is not a home.

It’s just an enclosed space.

Therefore, it is safe to say that devising an escape from the fence filled with only such inconveniences is an instinct derived from the basic human desire for a comfortable life.

After being appointed as the saintess’ exclusive guardian, due to the absurd principle that the exclusive guardian priest must not leave the saintess’ radius of several tens of meters.

It was a truth that I came to realize naturally after being almost half-imprisoned in a chapel where I had to abide by the ascetic laws.

It’s been half a year since I’ve been forcibly sticking to a life like a middle school student who has turned to Buddhism.

Now, it has come to a point where even the appearance of the outside of this chapel has become obscure.

So, in a dark labyrinth with no way out, I won’t have to explain how I feel right now, having won the wings of freedom called going out alone.

Even if someone I don’t know immediately hits me in the back of the head.

It was to the point where I felt a sense of hardship that I would be able to smile brightly now.

Fuck!

Could it be that trivial idle thoughts have caused anger?

It was right after that. The sound of a heavy hit came from the top of my head.

shit. Laryngeal.

Along with the ominous noise of solid objects splitting, grains of dirt like grit squeezed through my hair, obscuring my vision.

”····Flowerpot?”

The identity of the strange object that landed on my head was a small potted plant.

It is a fantasy world where all sorts of bizarre things exist.

It is unlikely that such an artificial sculpture was created naturally and fell from the sky, and we are guessing that the decoration on the window frame railing might have been blown away by the wind.

”Oh my God! Are you injured anywhere? Rage’s priest!”

Thanks to someone’s awkward tone of acting, which can only be heard at middle school students’ school performances, it was easy to infer the details of the incident.

”Priest Robel…”

Lovell Wright.

Born blessed to be the scion of a famous nobleman. slender appearance.

Even at a young age, his talent as a priest easily surpasses that of veteran priests.

He is the most powerful evidence of the hypothesis that God discriminates against his creatures.

If it hadn’t been for me who had appeared out of nowhere, it would have been clear that he would have been selected as the saintess’s exclusive possession.

By the way, I secretly call him Priest Lan Novel.

It’s not that there’s any special story, it’s just that the tone is perfect.

”One of my new maids seems to have accidentally dropped a potted plant by the window during cleaning training. To think that the priest was standing right under it! Oh, what a wonderful coincidence!”

It was a waving voice that seemed to be barely holding back the laughter that was about to burst out.

My head was pounding already when I thought of the absurd question and answer that would soon come upon me.

Since it was not possible for me to show it on the outside, I responded with a shy smile on my lips as I had always done.

”Iknow, right. Oh my gosh. Such a coincidence.”

Was my formal reply dissatisfied?

Priest La Novel, who slightly furrowed his brow, but soon returned to his original clean expression, spoke to me.

”Ouch! You’re not angry, are you?”

do you pick?

For a moment, it seemed as if I had heard such hallucinations.

It has been a long time since I was appointed as the exclusive servant of the saintess, and facing the envy and jealousy of other priests who follow the saintess has become a part of my daily life. It can be said that it is a different level.

It’s normal for me to find fault with every single thing I do.

As a priest whose duty was to live a life that was not ashamed of God, this nobleman was the only one who made up his mind and instigated evil deeds like now.

No matter how much it is, throwing flower pots at people’s heads.

It seems that this action stemmed from the helpless complacency peculiar to young priests who believed that if they did not die instantly, they would be able to deal with it somehow with the power of healing.

It’s crazy because it was me. you are an attempted murderer men and horses.

”Hut! sorry! There’s no way a noble person who was personally appointed to be the saintess’s exclusive servant would rebuke someone more than a potted plant fell on her head! I made this mistake! That too! dare! To the saintess’ exclusive guardian priest!”

I’m back again that.

His behavior of exaggeratedly talking to himself like a musical actor with bloodshot eyes evoked an unusually creepy look.

Although I can fully understand the miserable feeling of being NTRed by a parachute who has no foundation for the honorable position he deserves.

Does he really know that a parachute can have its own unavoidable circumstances?

In my heart, I wanted to hand over my exclusive position to him and enjoy the life of a quiet petit bourgeois without shouldering heavy responsibilities.

Because I know very well that the Vatican, which values principles, cannot tolerate such lax conduct.

The optimistic assumption that suddenly emerged was decided to put aside.

”I’m fine. Please raise your head. Reverend Mabel. Please tell the maid who made a mistake that there is no need to take this to heart…”

A sudden headache arose.

It wasn’t because of the pollen pressing down on the top of his head, but because he was in a very funny situation, concerned about the welfare of a maid whose existence was unknown.

”Ah, be merciful! As expected, the title of the saintess’s exclusive guardian priest is not decoration! I can’t help but admire the priest’s broad generosity!”

”hahahaha····.”

I thought the sarcasm would be long, so I roughly decided to listen in one ear and let it out in the other.

In my experience, if you leave it alone for about an hour in this case, it will get tired and leave.

”Oh! Come to think of it, I heard you applied for an outing this time!”

”Yeah? Ah, yes, it is, but… How did the priest do that…?’

”While the priest was away, the nun personally asked me if I could take over the role of escort for the saintess, who was temporarily absent! hahahaha! That nun! not to anyone else! Exactly to me!”

”Ah, yes…”

Indeed, that’s what happened.

He may have some flaws in his personality, but his skills as a cleric are certain.

There are plenty of talented people to replace me, but if you choose the most suitable person among them, everyone will call his name.

Rather, I have said everything that this role relationship now feels more stable than before.

”Hold on to your worries! The vacant seat of the priest is me! Because this novel light will do its best! So, eat comfortably and enjoy going out to your heart’s content! As relaxed as possible~ as long as possible~!”

”ah····. Yeah····.”

It was like seeing the eyes of the phone pal who caught the number of cases he had seen one day.

I understand your heart, but it was not a good sight to see, even with empty words, to see a nobleman called a priest clearly revealing his sinister intentions so blatantly.

The time the nun allowed me to go out was at most half a day.

During that fleeting grace period, was it just a pleasure to be able to enjoy the position of an exclusive guardian priest for a short while?

Or is there some kind of secret plan to rob me of the exclusive position in that moment?

Unless I can use mind reading, there’s no way to know what’s going on behind the scenes.

If it’s the latter, I’ll wholeheartedly support you. I would like you to make that wish come true.

”thank you. Thanks to you, my heavy heart has been relieved. Then I’ll trust you. Priest Nobel.”

”Nope! Rather, it is me who should say thanks! Rage’s priest! ha ha ha!”

Although I was a bit concerned about Priestess La Novel’s behavior, who saw me off with a clear and bright expression, as if she had conquered the world.

Of course, it was nothing compared to the thrill of going out for the first time in half a year.

I brushed off the mound of dirt from my hair with heavy thoughts and quickly left the place.

Please, what must happen?

The carefree thought circuit lacking a sense of crisis pushed my back.

It was about 5 hours later that I heard the news of the death of Priest La Novel.