65 – The hero and the saint. Part 1 complete. (Illustration added)

Disguising one’s body to make it look larger than usual is probably one of the most common survival strategies for the lower middle class of the food chain.

However, from the point of view of humans at the top of the food chain, it would be a desperate struggle for survival for the parties concerned.

It’s a pity that it’s quite insignificant and sometimes cute.

Blowfish filled with water and swollen.

Ratser Panda raised her tiny arms to the top of her head.

A baby penguin standing with its body stretched out and its head stiffly raised toward the sky.

Few humans truly feel afraid of their petty threat.

but.

”Huh!”

Now my thoughts were seized with unprecedented fear.

The red-eyed girl striding towards me with her mysterious white hair fluttering, her cheeks puffed out in such a charming way, I was so afraid.

barbam. barbam.

Yes, enough to make Jaws BGM faintly resonate in my head.

The fact that she shows such a remarkable reaction to such a degree that it is rare to express original emotions to the extent that one wonders if her expression muscles do not exist.

Because it meant that her current planting had become uncomfortable to a level that I couldn’t even fathom with my stupid imagination.

Having skipped breakfast without permission, I had fully expected that she would be quite angry.

No matter how much it was, it was something outside of the expected range to be angry like that.

As the distance between her and me gradually narrowed, the black fog over my thoughts was getting thicker and thicker.

Minor incidents such as the appearance and collapse of dungeons had long since disappeared.

Right now, just thinking about how she came to this place, for what reason, with what kind of emotions, and how she came to this place, was beyond my strength.

”Stop, Holy Lady…”

”Appointment. If there is no unavoidable circumstances. You must keep it.”

”Ouch.”

I was astonished.

Recently, the saintess’ vocabulary had increased significantly.

Even I, who had been watching the saintess’ every move from close range, seeing her sentences at that level of perfection was a sight I had never seen before.

Moreover, those words were what I had repeatedly asked the saintess about the importance of promises.

It was no big deal that his mouth, which had been trying to make lame excuses, froze in an instant.

Although there had to be circumstances that were unavoidable.

It was an impossible acrobatics for me to explain the complicated process in a way that the saintess could fully understand.

”this.”

”Oh…”

It was the last page of the saintess’s most cherished children’s book that the saintess who had come close to me before I knew it was spread out wide in my face.

A heartwarming illustration of a prince and princess kissing each other affectionately.

A beautiful finale that will satisfy all readers. A so-called happy ending.

The wacky picture that the saintess wanted to imitate one day was filling my narrow pupils with fatigue.

”I will.”

A drop of cold sweat dripping down my back alerted me to the crisis.

It seemed obvious to me what the saintess was demanding of me in return for not keeping her promise.

It was because I had been avoiding and putting off the request of the saintess to offer up my lips, using all sorts of excuses.

I was able to understand by implication.

The hardness of this stubbornness is not easy.

If your usual stubbornness is at the level of steel, this stubbornness will surely rival that of adamantine.

”Lady? Father. Is it correct to call this person a saint?”

Right then.

The hero, who was standing behind me and just watching the series of situations, suddenly asked me if it seemed that he couldn’t hold back his curiosity.

Before I could say anything to that question, a couple of familiar voices from outside my consciousness cut through the air like arrows.

”Warrior! hey! Are you all right!?”

”You’re all right! Rage’s priest!”

The identity of the cracked voice was Apis and the nun.

It was as if they were watching those who were reunited with separated families.

Looking at it now, the ground where the hero and I were standing was in a dented state, like the surface of the earth right after a huge meteorite fell.

Oh right. I was about to enter an unregistered dungeon.

They say that when a weak person goes through great hardships, there is a slight delay in emotions and memories. It really was just that.

It was difficult to pinpoint the line between consciousness and dream, because of the languor that seemed to mix with damp fatigue and whitish haze.

”I’m going to choke. ah do Ah~ do it.”

but.

I could say with certainty that this vivid tragedy unfolding before my eyes was not a dream.

I’d rather have a dream.

”Stop, saintess… Wait a minute, wait a minute… Seeing eyes… You have eyes to see…”

After glancing at the hero with a meaning to wait for a while.

For now, based on the judgment that calming the saintess’ rampage was the top priority, she restrained her movements with a low voice.

A rule I came up with after much thought to curb the saintess who was abnormally obsessed with skinship with me.

three times a day. Instead of allowing skinship on all parts of my body except for my lips, I should absolutely refrain from doing so in front of others.

I don’t think I need to explain how much trial and error I’ve gone through to get this simple rule into the saintess.

”Lady. Take a look around. There are so many people. That’s why I’m sorry later…”

I hope my earnest heart will quench her barren sensibility.

He reverently put his hands together as if praying to God, and appealed to the saintess for a reprieve.

Like small waves rolling in.

Right after that, the shapeless shimmering that flowed from the saintess overturned my tiny hopes in an instant.

”Not anymore.”

”Yeah?”

As if time had stopped for a moment.

Except for me and the saintess, everything around me suddenly lost its movement.

Apis and the nuns who were rushing toward me.

Pedestrians on the street were watching from afar, keeping a safe distance.

Even to the La Novell priest who doesn’t know why he is here.

Everyone around me stood still, as if they had pressed the pause button on the video.

A sight that suddenly makes you feel deja vu.

It was a bloody scene that naturally overlapped in my mind the memory of the time when the saintess turned the priest of La Novel into a human stuffed animal.

”Wow, well na!”

”Ah, do it.”

As a last resort, I earnestly cried out her name, but there was no sign that the saintess’ bold spirit would soften in the slightest.

The saintess gently placed her hand on my cheek and slowly pulled my head toward her.

Thin hair tickling the skin. A fragrant body scent wafting through the nostrils.

In that voluptuous trick that seemed to be trying to take away every rebellious will from me.

It was around the time when my mind and body, which had become rags from the heavy workload, was being played helplessly without being able to resist once and for all.

Warak.

My body, roughly pulled by ferocious force, landed lightly on the soft skin of an unknown person.

tight.

Let’s inadvertently look up at the pressure that makes us suffocate.

The warrior-sama, who had my face pinned to her chest, was glaring at the saintess with glistening vicious eyes as if she were looking at her parents’ enemies.

”Who are you, where do you live? Are you trying to covet the bride’s lips? I ask for a detailed explanation. Because now I’m about to lose my cool.”

There was no doubt that the hero’s emotions were quite agitated from the tone, which was smiling brightly but full of sincere hostility.

yet.

While everyone in the area stood still, the saintess, who had been staring at the warrior alone for a while, seemed to disapprove of the one who was moving undisturbed.

”It’s mine. Give it to me.”

fast.

Despite the saintess’ bold declaration of ownership, she was a warrior who never lost her natural smile.

From the echo of that ominous waveform heard in the ward.

It was easy to see that she was desperately controlling her own wild thoughts with her teeth grinning.

”The priest is not yours. In the first place, humans cannot own humans. Slavery is strictly forbidden in this system. This is a fact that even a fool can know. Are you stupid?”

”I don’t know····. Give it to me…”

”I repeat, the priest cannot hand it over.”

”I do not like you········.”

”Is that so. Coincidence. I’ve just met you for the first time, and I hate you very much.”

warriors and saints.

For the peace and well-being of this world, two people who should be closer than anyone else in the world have come to pretend to each other.

Perhaps it is because he witnessed a great event at close range that would be unprecedented in the long history of this system, which boasts thousands of years of history.

both physically and mentally.

It was right after that that I, who reached the limit on both sides, let go of the mental cord I was barely holding on to.