15 – What not to do at a funeral home

What is the worst thing to do at a funeral home?

In short, I think it is a resurrection.

They are ready to let go, and appear resurrected in front of those who are prepared to let go.

In fact, I even think it’s okay to confirm and kill a person who sighs that he has one more life left.

It is said that even that Jesus was resurrected with a few days in fear that the disciples would be uncomfortable.

I don’t think there is any need to explain how disturbing the resurrection without prior notice is.

”Robel! my lobel! Get your mind right! It’s me! Your lovely fiancee Granola!”

”young master! Master Robel! That’s me! I’m Mabel’s exclusive servant Carlia!”

”master! Master Mabel! Your kitten, Natasha, is here!”

The dizzying sight unfolding through the small crack in the door made the muscles in his face, which he had worked so hard to relax, go numb again.

For a moment, I wondered if I had visited the indoor garden by mistake.

The colorful bouquets of flowers in full bloom all over the room were wasted only as ornaments to support a man lying in a pious posture in the middle of the room.

The women in dresses chattering non-stop like baby birds feeding their mother birds on the artificial flower garden seemed to be having an untimely competition to see who could call the man’s name the most.

”What kind of division is this again…? why····.”

”These are Priest Mabel’s lovers… It seems that they have heard from the servants who planted the news that Priest Mabel is in critical condition…”

‘The ‘lovers’?’

The desire to rescue La Novel, which was still in a state of starvation, was completely destroyed right after hearing the words of the nun.

At a rough estimate, dozens of beautiful women are clinging to one man and whispering pitiful words of love.

The sight of the extreme absurdity was enough to make the primordial murderous intent within me boil.

”That’s strange… As far as I know, isn’t there a holy doctrine in our church that strictly forbids premarital fornication…”

”I believe that within our church, Priest Reiges is the only one who is abiding by that superficial doctrine.”

”····Really?”

Whether it was dejection or betrayal, an indefinable thought swept through my heart.

I thought it was useless to pour my emotions into the past, so I just let out a sigh.

”ha····.”

”sorry····. I tried my best as far as I could, but among the ladies there were also the grand duke’s children…”

”Nope····. There is no need for the nun to apologize…”

As if I seemed a bit sorry for me, who had been immersed in anxiety for a while with one hand covering my head, the nun apologized to me in a remorseful voice.

The repair method given to me by the saintess, who thankfully accepted my naive threat even costing her life, could be seen as a somewhat ignorant act to carry out in front of so many witnesses.

Maybe it’s because of the lack of original vocabulary and being overwhelmed with emotions.

It was quite a difficult task to completely decipher the saintess’ words, who had become even more slurred than usual.

As long as the time we’ve spent together is time, figuring out the root of the word was a task that was within the scope of what was possible for me.

I raised my left hand and looked at the unfamiliar pattern on the back of my hand.

This splendid pattern, which I couldn’t find even before entering the audience room, is part of the power that the saintess entrusted to me for a while.

So-called fragments of authority.

The answer I derived from the saintess’ explanation was that if I hit Priest La Novel with all my strength with my hand engraved with this pattern, I would be able to return his soul, which had run away for a while, back to its original position.

····maybe.

Honestly, I somehow managed to submit a plausible answer.

If someone asked me if I could have unwavering confidence in that answer or if I could take responsibility for my words, I would say no.

Because it was an answer that I inferred from the words and actions of that saintess, not anyone else.

‘ice····. Ding… With this… Harder····. If you do… better····.’

The saintess who had this incomprehensible pattern engraved on the back of my hand was the expert of the words she murmured over and over again.

I was in a situation where I was very desperate to score the answer sheet to see if the answer I had given was the correct one.

In reality, there is neither a red pen nor Mr. Kumon to read my choices. In the end, the choice was entirely mine.

”Whoa…”

It was a strange feeling.

The desire to save La Novel was gradually waning, but the desire to punch him was quite ironic.

Even if he surrenders himself to this impulse and succeeds in reviving him by daring to beat him in front of everyone.

And that, in its own right, was enough to cause problems.

A young priest who is praised as the highest level in the system fell into serious condition for unknown reasons.

In order to heal him, he mobilized all the highest-ranking priests and the highest-grade holy water in the chapel, but nothing improved the priest’s situation in the end.

In the midst of such disappointment, rumors spread to the public that a guardian priest who had been thought to be incompetent and had only a brilliant title had easily saved the poor general who was wandering on the brink of death.

It would be safe to say that my retirement is forever passing water.

dilemma.

It was a bleak situation in which there was no visible path forward or retreat.

My back was wet from the cold sweat that was dripping down my cheeks.

The pain in my stomach, like being stabbed with a needle, was telling me through my body that the burden on my mind was breaking through the limit.

Even in an unconscious state, sincere admiration for Priestess Lan Novel, who spontaneously created a plan to torment me, burst out from the front.

Is this the saunen you’ve been hearing about?

”What are you going to do? Rage’s priest.”

The nun glanced at the back of my left hand and inquired about my intentions.

The pure white pattern on the back of my hand was brightly lit as if luminous paint had been applied.

The intensity of the light and the sublime holy power inherent in it gradually faded over time.

And that meant the fact that this borrowed miracle had a time limit.

Refills are probably impossible.

If you think carefully about the moment right after the saintess engraved this.

only this once You have to hurry.

It’s because you’ve asked me to say these feelings over and over again.

It was a moment when it became clear that the saintess was not trying to put La Novel to sleep for a while, but was really determined to put an end to it, but at that moment, she just pretended not to know.

”Robel! T_T! Old Mabel! please! Please wake up!”

While I was deep in thought, another phrase leaked out through the crack in the door.

The crying came from a scruffy maid girl who looked young and immature enough to be able to tell at a cursory glance that she was a newbie.

”God! If there is a God, there is no way he would do this! There is no other person in the world who is as good as the old Mabel! He was so kind and wonderful that he took care of me until the end, saying that the unfortunate accident that I accidentally dropped and hit another priest’s head was his responsibility!”

was that you

I barely swallowed the shout that I almost threw out of my mouth.

It was quite surprising that the nameless maid who landed the flowerpot on my head was a real person, and it was also quite interesting that the accident that seemed deliberate was actually an accident.

Those points did not reap a bad impression of Priestess La Novel.

Out of about 100 evil deeds, only one turned out to be a misunderstanding.

Even when I read comics or novels, I was the type of reader who never forgave those who tried to stealthily sneak into our allies after glossing over their previous evil deeds.

All nature is already formed by the time human personality is embodied, and its nature is not so easily changed. Especially if it’s in a good direction.

Priest La Novel is a bad person who instigates bullying and perpetrates bullying towards people outside his eyes, and even if such a person dies, I will not feel any remorse. Not to mention I didn’t kill him either.

Honestly, if it weren’t for the situational conditions, I would have just pretended not to know.

Ah, should I just leave that behind?

It was around the time that such a tempting option popped into my mind in the midst of agony.

Suddenly the nun spoke to me.

”By the way, if you save Priest Mabel’s life here, along with 10 permits to go out, I will make a strong suggestion to the waiter that from now on, you can separately distribute the meals that will be served to Priest Lagis every mealtime. Moreover, a side dish of meat must be served once every two days…”

Right after that, I entered the funeral parlor of Priest La Novel, kicking the slightly open door, and commanded my will with the loudest voice since I was born.

”I can resurrect him—!!!”

In a newspaper that was published a few days later, [the saint’s exclusive guardian priest. Rescuing Priest Mabel from the cultist’s curse! In response to this, he added the humility that he only did what he had to do———but the phrase was widely published.

At the time, blinded by self-interest, I had no thoughts left to judge the seriousness of such a situation.