The Half-Puny Priest Hopes To Retire

11 – lie

To sum up the quality of the audio-visual materials I saw for the first time in my life, in one word, it was like this.

It was miserable.

The part where the story of a man named Mabel Wright is shown without filtering, without skipping, and even the scenes that I am not particularly curious about and do not want to see, was somewhat unpleasant because I felt uncomfortable as if I was spying on someone else’s diary.

Had it not been for the dubious man who calls himself ‘God’ who is also the scriptwriter and director of this sloppy film, we might have wandered aimlessly for the remote control to switch the channel to a helpful animal documentary about a lion slaughtering a zebra. was

Right after the video ended, in the ending credits that came up slowly, the reluctant word ‘God’ was plastered in almost every department, from director, planning, filming, and editing.

The back-recorded cheers and applause of the audience, faintly audible from beyond the blackened screen, were just annoying.

[What do you think.]

How are you?

I can say that pleasing the elders is one of my specialties, as I have done it to the point where I have to go through it in my previous life and in this life.

Since the opponent was about the level of a CRT TV that had been brought down by God, it was difficult to even come up with a suitable match.

”Well, you did well…”

He gave an awkward smile and, first of all, threw a single word of praise.

Smiles and compliments are universal.

No matter where, when, and with whom, more than half of it is a great means of communication.

[right?]

The words thrown out in moderation as a desperate measure seemed to have achieved better results than expected.

When exchanging conversations, the fact that the other person was passing the tail off like that meant that the other side was willing to continue the conversation with me.

It was also a proof that I was liking him to some extent.

but.

Even though it was our first meeting, that attitude, which was quite favorable, rather ignited my vigilance.

There is no pure kindness in this world without expecting anything in return.

gain or loss of understanding, or, self-satisfaction.

There must be a reason why a person helps someone or does a favor.

Furthermore, if the opponent was a monstrous being whose identity and purpose were unclear, the suspicion he was holding on to was even less stringent.

”If you don’t mind rudeness, would it be all right if I ask what you are doing…?”

[I told you. God.]

”That····. Speaking of God… An expression that symbolizes something… Or, what kind of group name do you mean…?”

[no. god. Just God.]

”Well then, I’d like you to tell me a little bit about what the god is in charge of…”

[I take care of this and that. this and that.]

”ah····. Yeah····.”

like that.

It took a long time for us to exchange unanswered conversations, thinking that it would be more comfortable to talk while looking at the wall.

[Is the question resolved?]

Said TV, a self-proclaimed ‘God’. Is your question resolved?

Come to think of it, it was right after I was curious about the circumstances surrounding the incident between Priest Lan Novel and the saintess that the TV suddenly turned on an observational entertainment featuring Priest Lan Novel as the main character.

Thanks to this, the curiosity about the series of events was completely resolved.

Because of that, bigger questions came out like bamboo shoots, so instead of feeling refreshed, I was filled with a foggy feeling.

”Yeah····. Thanks to····.”

I couldn’t quite finish the words I had uttered.

A fleeting moment that does not allow even a blink of an eye.

Quieter than the moment it appeared, the TV disappeared without leaving even the slightest remnant.

It was because the perception was toyed with by that mysterious vaporization.

”What the hell was that…”

I wanted to pinch my cheek at least once to re-ignite my hazy consciousness, but I soon gave up.

”Umm…”

As if she had just woken up from sleep, the saintess’ complaint began to turn over in my arms.

Soft skin touching. The sense of reality brought by the warm body temperature had confirmed the fact that I hadn’t been dreaming all this time.

◈◈◈

The saintess woke up and was silent for a while.

Holding my upper body with my whole body, I only closed and opened my eyes from time to time.

Except for the fact that, like a baby koala in its mother’s arms, it never thought of leaving me, it looked no different than usual.

However, from time to time, if I try to separate the saintess from my body, or if I show the slightest intention to get up and move to another place.

The part where I couldn’t even move my body while silently threatening me to stay still while warming up my sad crying was quite painful.

”Holy Maid… It’s because I don’t feel like blood is flowing through my body right now… Can’t you just let go for just one moment? I’ll do one real gymnastics and hug you again…”

”uuu…”

It didn’t work.

Instead of an answer, the only thing that came back was a gloomy grumble as I buried my face in my jacket.

However, the will that came from the series of actions was desperate and clear enough to fully understand his intentions with this alone.

The way children express their feelings is always rough and primitive.

The saintess’ appearance until now was the epitome of such an immature child.

If you don’t do what you ask for, you’ll get angry, use swarms until you give out what you want, and harm those who offend you without hesitation.

However, at this moment, what is the saintess like?

It was strange.

If it was the usual saintess, it wouldn’t have been strange if she had just opened her eyes and rushed at me as if throwing her upper body away, recklessly thrusting her lips first.

Like, an NPC in an open world game that hits an obstacle.

Even if his advance was blocked by something, a person who did not change his face and rushed recklessly toward what he wanted.

Because that was the woman I had seen, heard, and experienced so far.

For me, who was accustomed to the saintess’ behavior, which seemed to spread madness through all of her actions.

Her now-regressive appearance was bound to feel somewhat unfamiliar and unfamiliar.

”I’m not coming… do it… write it… Everything, never again… Ah, no…

A sad voice passed by my ear, as if I had not been able to shake off the tears from my words.

It was such a pathetic reverberation that I thought it would be more accurate to say that the words came along with the crying that I had vomited rather than words.

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Judging from the rare words you hear.

Perhaps the saintess muttered that she would become a new exclusive from now on, as the priest La Novel had been arguing about.

It seemed that the interpretation had been expanded to mean that I would never come back to see the saintess.

It was an inference with some leap, but the destination that the inference reached was unexpectedly close to the correct answer of the story.

I want to retire.

Those were the words I had always uttered since I became the saintess’s exclusive possession, and at the same time.

Because it was also my secret wish that I swore to come true someday.

”Where am I going to leave the saintess? Well, look. You came to see the saintess like this today. The priest is a person who likes to play pranks, but he must have played pranks a little too hard because he wanted to get close to the saintess. I’m also very close with that priest, but because he usually plays such mischievous pranks on me too many times, it’s to the point of fighting with me all the time.”

Feeling the slightest bit of remorse, he said as many words as possible that the saintess would want to hear.

Of course, he didn’t forget to intersperse the defense of the light novelist priest in the middle.

I don’t like it, but it was definitely something I didn’t want to do.

It was as if I had come here to save that human.

Every time I had an opportunity, I had to get rid of the bad impressions of the human being that the saintess was holding onto.

”Ji, really…?”

”Yeah. of course.”

”Uh, where… are you not going…?”

”I promise you. I will never leave the side of the saintess without her permission. Because I am the exclusive guardian priest of the saintess.”

”····”

As she smiled and stroked her hair affectionately, it seemed that the saintess’ gloomy heart had somewhat eased.

The strength of the arm that wrapped around my body remained the same.

It was because those red eyes looking up at me were gleaming with a brilliantly colored light that was quite different from before.

And I wasn’t going to miss this golden opportunity.

”Well, that’s what I mean. saintess. Actually, I have urgent business with that friend, but if you’re not rude, could you please put that friend’s frozen things back to their original state?”

And right now.

”yes? My brother will ask you this. well.”

Perfect timing even if you think about it yourself. A divine move that went in at a perfect angle.

Immediately after that, the saintess’ reply was as follows.

”····lie.”