76 – Spleen Means

In fact, there was only one trick left that could be called a last resort.

The risk to be taken was considerable, and it was a naive act that could be considered a threat, no, actually a blackmail.

A very extreme method that had to be sealed on a moral level.

sleep

It was unknown at this point why the saintess, who didn’t even care about her own injuries, would freak out at the sight of even a single drop of blood leaking out of my body.

That effect had already been clearly acknowledged with these two eyes when the priest La Novel, who had become a stuffed human, was restored to its original state.

Do you know the stuffed genius?

Yes. I’ve seen it in real life.

So, if I stick a knife into my hand just once, like I did that day, right here and now.

It seemed clear that the saintess’ stubborn stubbornness, reminiscent of a raging bull, would soften as if it never did.

sereung.

”Uh, uh?”

It was from the very moment I slowly took out the blade hidden in the rosary that white fear began to sway in the saintess’ voice, which had been filled with anger.

”Oh, no. Do not. no. I hate blood.”

Did he insinuate what I was about to do?

Suddenly, the saintess groaned and tugged at the hem of my clothes.

Those devastated eyes, as if a terrible moment I wanted to forget had flickered in my mind.

Fear is the emotion that comes from the bracken-like hand that trembles like a twig in the face of a violent storm. No, it was close to horror.

It was as if he were looking at the face of the moment when the wrongdoing child bumped into an adult with a cane in his hand.

”If you get hurt, it hurts… It hurts a lot… Wellna doesn’t hurt… But it hurts a lot if it’s not Wella… I hate that… I hate it more than Welna being sick…”

The saintess, who hugged my waist tightly and buried her face there, stomped her feet in place as if to convey her earnest heart to me.

This moment was the critical moment.

If I could show a strong attitude here and discipline the saintess, not only would I be able to make her embarrassing demands go unnoticed, but I would also be able to foresee the possibility of a comfortable future.

I didn’t know that if I just closed my eyes and pierced a hole in my hand, it would be possible to correct the saintess’ bad habit of sticking her lips in me at all times.

There is no emotion that gives a stronger restraint to a child’s behavior than fear.

Fortunately, the experience of getting a hole in my hand was me who stood at a slight advantage over others.

With a light mindset similar to that of a newcomer who has just entered college and piercing his ears, he had enough courage to create air holes in his hands.

but.

Is this really the right thing to do? This question constantly haunted me.

No matter how much it is to correct the saintess’ bad habits, is it really right to use such violent means to intimidate the saintess who is just beginning to form an ego?

From an educational point of view and a moral point of view, I couldn’t easily shake off the anxiety that this seemed a little off.

Moreover, I was the one who sternly urged the saintess, who, without hesitation, to stick a fork into her hand when her request was not met, saying that she shouldn’t do that.

It was the conclusion that was reached after long consideration that threatening the current saintess with self-harm was a foolish act no different from pouring in the little remaining drinking water to extinguish the fire in front of her eyes.

Even if it’s a job you might quit in a week, it’s still a place you’re familiar with.

You can’t just drop a giant bomb as a retirement present, can you?

So, in the end, I had no choice but to take out the hideous option I was trying to put into practice and store it back together with the blade I had been holding for a while.

”It’s okay, it’s okay. saintess. I just checked the blade for rust for a while.”

”Ji, really…?”

”Then of course…”

”Then can I pamper you?”

”That, that’s…”

The saintess looked up at me blankly and asked me a question in a much more cautious tone than usual.

Now that I have let go of the trump card of my own will, I no longer have any reliable means left to calm the saintess’ strong desire.

What remains in their grasp is an uncertain method with an uncertain probability of success, and neither one nor the other that may cause even greater tribulation.

It was such a risky ploy that I even thought it might be better not to do it.

”I see. saintess. I’ll do it. I can do it for you…”

”really? Can I really do whatever Wellna wants to do?”

”Yeah····. But there is a condition…”

”condition····?”

I tilted my head and gently stroked the head of the saintess, who was expressing doubts about me, and reached down toward the notebook in the inside pocket of my coat.

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A story about a fairy in a lamp who grants three wishes to the owner who finds her.

It’s not exactly the same, but there were a few tales of a similar kind in this system.

Therefore, discussing among colleagues what wishes to make when they occasionally find such a treasure was one of the serious entertainments that allowed them to spend their surplus time without money.

Watching the roar of the burning bonfire, each holding a drink and food in his hand, the time when each of them coulddidly shared their cherished wishes was indescribably enjoyable.

‘I wish world peace! Everyone in the world can eat their fill! No need to fight! Creating such a beautiful future is my long-cherished wish as a hero!’

‘I’m going to be a fairy tale book. I will tell you to put all the fairy tale books of the world in front of my eyes. All of the old books that were lost due to unavoidable circumstances are left behind.’

‘Everybody manages to make a wish on such a dubious object. Still, it is certainly interesting to conceive of such an assumption in one’s mind. Let’s see, if it were me, I would ask to raise the average intelligence of the human race to a level comparable to mine. Well, of course it would be impossible.’

‘I want my sister to get married as soon as possible…’

‘Hey! Did you hear!? Bar, it just rained, the big team! The big team said it! It was said in such a low voice that even I could only hear part of it! The big team said it!’

‘apis····. What kind of nonsense is that? There was no way that the big team could speak in front of a woman other than the hero, not anyone else… The big team, who was so shy that he lay down sick for three days just because his body touched a flower thrown by a village girl with a grateful heart, spoke calmly while we were openly awake? This is it, it must have been an unfounded rumor that elves have good hearing.’

‘No, it’s real! That’s right! hey! Warrior! You heard it too!’

‘I haven’t heard anything!’

‘Look. Haven’t you heard of the warrior?’

‘Oh, I’ll turn! really! hey! Priest, did you hear!? You were sitting right next to the big team!’

‘Ummm… Anything, whatever… Lotto 1st place… no····. No… I want to meet a rich and pretty big breasted spouse and let me play and eat for the rest of my life… Yeah, this isn’t too bad… Ah, since I said anything is possible, I’d rather have a harem…’

‘Hey-!!!’

The pleasant conversation I had with my colleagues at that time still plays naturally in my head when I close my eyes.

As such, it can be said that original wish is a so-called demonic word specialized in stimulating and expanding human imagination in various ways.

Moreover, if the number of such cases is limited, the majority of human beings, even though they are well aware that it is a false assumption, cannot quickly get rid of the imagination that quickly swells up in their heads like wet cotton.

And the flood of such thoughts sometimes blunts even human judgment.

flutter.

Eagerly hoping that his hypothesis would fit in a good way, he opened the paper he had been scribbling on for a while to the saintess.

”Lady. Can you read what is written on this piece of paper?”

”Yes····?”

She seemed to know roughly how the words written on the paper were pronounced, but the saintess suddenly tilted her head, as if she couldn’t even guess what they contained.

“One-time wish ticket. (However, the period is until midnight today)」

The gamble of a lifetime, on which my life depended, was about to begin.

◈◈◈

”I don’t have much time…”

Beltane, who gently leaned his forehead against the tightly closed door of the audience room, suddenly uttered a determined expression into the air.

time was earned

During the 7-day period during which the conferment ceremony was in progress, the warrior party even confirmed that the priest’s identity was still in the possession of the Holy See.

There was no fear that he, who had a strong sense of responsibility, would run away after ignoring the rites that depended on the survival of mankind.

It was a period that could never be said to be sufficient, but it was barely enough time to test all the means prepared in advance.

Negotiation. Magic. rumor. weak.

The cards he had were countless.

It didn’t matter if they were criticized for being mean or low.

I was confident that I would throw away all the dignity and prestige of this body if I could achieve my intended purpose.

If he would just move the way he wanted, he would throw off all his clothes and flirt like a prostitute on the street.

However, these things were only sub-optimal measures for Beltane.

The surest way to entangle the priest’s personal affairs with the saintess. For her, there was another tactic that was considered a trump card.

”Somehow, Priest Rage’s side has to put a hand on Welna…!”

After making her decision, it was about a few hours later that she heard from fellow nuns that the priest had a woman to marry.