87 – Unblessed Wedding (3)

Around the time when the priest was having a hard time assembling the human puzzle, Beltane, who went to buy some bread, was stunned by the saintess’ surprise charm and was facing a similar ordeal.

”Oh oh! Nice to meet you! Sister! I heard you went out with the priest! You’re not together!”

Like a hiker who encounters a bear in the woods, Beltane’s breathing stops for a moment.

It was because he could easily guess the identity of that suspicious person whose helmet rattled every time he spoke because he was wearing a large helmet that did not fit his head.

Warrior. Triana Abigail.

In principle, a person who should not exist in this system until noon tomorrow, when the conferment ceremony begins, proudly walks along the main street in the village.

First meeting with her. It was a situation that reminded me of that terrible trauma.

It must have been a disguise, but the booming voice was still echoing louder than usual using the iron helmet as a loudspeaker.

Far from hiding her true identity, her lax strategy was rather catching the eyes of busy passers-by.

‘Because I’ve been so confident that I can’t even step out of the monastery!’

Although it was Beltane who internally chewed words of resentment toward the servants who also took on the role of monitoring her.

I knew very well that in this system, only one person could truly suppress her, who could be called a wingless dragon based on the weight of her power alone, so I quickly put my mind to it.

”Hey, what are you doing here, Knight-nim…?”

”Hmm? ah! It was! Now I was a knight! A knight not a warrior! thank you! Sister! I almost forgot about it! ha ha ha!”

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Warrior. Although the noise of the passers-by towards the girls was further spurred on by that famous title, which was harder to overhear.

Fortunately, thanks to her eccentric behavior, which is nothing short of a typical example of a suspicious person, there seemed to be no fear of her identity being exposed.

Few people can guess that the suspicious scoundrel who is shouting loudly along the village roadside is a hero called humanity’s repayment.

but.

”It was cramped, so I was taking a walk for a while! But rest assured! You’re wearing a perception-impairing necklace! Just in case, I even wore a helmet! The defense is perfect!”

It was a completely different matter that there was no worry of his identity being exposed, and that the person carrying the fate of this world behaved so rashly.

Beltane felt that he would know why he would occasionally look at the distant mountains and let out a devastated breath when the priest talked about the time when he was at the warriors’ party.

”By the way! Where is the priest and what are you doing now! I heard from the workers that the two of them went out together! Judging by the smell, it seems like they were together just a little while ago! Is that correct!”

”That, that’s…!”

Beltane was astonished once again at the sight of a warrior who accurately grasped the order of things by smell alone in the middle of a crowded street, not even a trained hunting dog.

I had heard that the senses of adventurers who trained their bodies with magical powers were different from those of ordinary people, but the senses of warriors were clearly outside the standard.

‘If the hero would even notice that Priest Rageis is with Welna right now…’

An eerie assumption passed through my head. Beltane’s thoughts were instantly tinged with fear.

The hero’s obsession with the priest was no less than that of the saintess.

Even now, when he was suspected of hiding the priest’s whereabouts, Beltane still couldn’t forget the moment when the hero, whose innocent laughter had been erased, suddenly tried to wield his sword.

Of course, we had reached an amicable agreement to leave each other anonymous about what happened that day.

It was nothing special for Beltane, who had never faced such a murderous figure head-on, to suddenly tremble from the fear imprinted in his mind.

A flimsy lie was in danger of arousing great Satan.

Because the opponent was a person who could specify where the priest was at any time if he wanted to, and had the discretion to run to that place in one month.

At the slightest hint of doubt, it was obvious that this helmeted assailant would attack the priest and saintess’ tryst.

”Priest Reiges had to move separately for a while because of some circumstances. You’ll be back soon, so why don’t you go back to the monastery with me? Knight.”

”Oh oh! Indeed!”

The unintentional breakup with the priest served as a great boon.

Truly, heavenly luck that can only be said to have been helped by God.

It was immediately after Beltane secretly let out a sigh of relief when he realized that the mighty threat that would have loomed over them had been averted by chance, even if the timing was just a little bit off.

”No!”

”Yeah?”

Due to the resounding voice that resounded suddenly, Beltane’s bright eyes became blurred in an instant.

”Because I will bring the priest! Sister, please return to the monastery one step ahead of us! Helping a colleague in trouble as a hero! no! It’s a virtue of course as a knight!”

”Well, you don’t have to! The task that Priest Rageis is currently in charge of is extremely simple and does not require a knight-nim to open his hands! rather! If the driver joins, there is a lot of concern that it will interfere with smooth work!”

”Well! okay! sorry! I hate it though! Then excuse me!”

”Now, hold on! Wait! Knight!”

Urgently clinging to the hero’s waist, Beltane desperately tried to restrain her, but the hero’s determination showed no signs of breaking.

”Knight! wait a minute! Even if it’s only for a moment, it’s fine! Please listen to me first!”

”Sniff sniff! Hmm! okay! The priest is not too far from here!”

They must be speaking the same language. For some reason, their conversation was running parallel.

‘Wrong! After all, this person! If it’s something that Priest Rageis is involved with, reason won’t do its job!’

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Just like a loyal dog who is far away from its owner does not need a valid reason or justification to go towards the owner.

Beltane, who insinuated that the thought circuit that made the hero’s body move at this moment was an extremely simple and clear instinct to find the invisible priest in front of his eyes, knelt down to his knees and held her waist tighter than before. man, that was the time.

”Do you think so! The place where the suspicious assailant appeared!”

”Yes! It’s this way! Guard! Some shady man in a helmet was making fun of the poor nun around here!”

A nun hanging on to her knees by a tall-throated man wearing a helmet.

At first glance, the misleading spectacle eventually drew the attention and indignation of the people around them, and when they came to their senses, they were already surrounded by giants in magnificent armor.

”Now, wait a minute! Everyone! Misunderstanding! This, this person!”

Beltane, who belatedly comprehended the situation, tried to say something to the passersby to clear up their misunderstanding, but the words did not come to a complete conclusion.

”Suck!”

”Kyaa, kyaaak—!”

”What!”

Quaang!

It was because, as if a shot had been fired from a cannon, the hero’s mighty leap that flew away from the spot, leaving only a thick layer of dust and tinnitus, swallowed up the surrounding noise in an instant.

”Hero’s gallop—!”

”Yo, warrior! I still have it! waist! at the waist! I’m still clinging to the hero’s waist! Kyaaagh—!”

The reason why Beltane’s plea, infinitely close to a deathbed, reached the hero’s ears was from the moment the hero reached his destination and realized belatedly that the rags hanging from his waist were not rags.

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”sorry! Sister! I felt a strange discomfort from the middle to the waist! Stop thinking that a tree branch is hanging!”

”Huh! Huh!”

I thought I was going to die.

Beltane, who was lying flat on the floor and breathing heavily, was a thought that naturally swelled in his head.

Due to the aftermath of being unintentionally caught up in the hero’s flash-like speed, Beltane was now suffering from exhaustion as if all of his body’s strength had dried up and motion sickness as if someone had shaken his brain.

It was clear that his limbs would not be intact even if the hero stopped walking just a little, even a little too late.

With the mind completely possessed by such creepy suspicions, far from getting up, the only thing that could do was to straighten the disturbed breathing.

”Father’s smell is cut off right here! church! okay! The priest is here right now!”

”Ooh, ooh!”

The hero’s roaring voice was almost inaudible due to the nausea caused by the intense motion sickness.

but.

Horrible!

”Well!?”

”Hut!”

She had the confidence to clearly experience this disturbing sensation, as if a cold white feather were tickling her skin, even in the moment when her consciousness was cut off.

‘Welna used her holy power again! No, why the hell?’

It was such a strong holy power that even Beltane, who fully grasped the true nature of that power, would momentarily freeze.

However, the first person to take action on the spot was a person who had no way to know the subject or identity of the heterogeneous power that is prevalent in this place.

was a warrior

”Father—!”

The hero who suddenly rang his neck and hurriedly threw himself towards the small church in front of him.

It was right after that that a bloody wave of destruction struck the area.

Quaang!

Before long, Beltane couldn’t help but be astonished at the shocking sight that unfolded before his eyes.

It wasn’t because the strangers who filled the little church were laughing eerily like people drunk on drugs.

It wasn’t because the saintess, who cherished the face of the priest who was sitting weakly on the floor, was licking her lips seductively like a lover who had just made a fortune.

”Well… me…?”

It was because the saintess, whose hair was dyed in brilliant sky-blue, was reprimanding with her eyes the reckless intruders who entered the church without permission, with a face she had never seen before.

It wasn’t the indifferent eyes that were hard to find emotional fluctuations.

The face, with thick and sticky emotions like stains on clothes, was ferocious and enchanting.

”I’m here?”

The saintess, who gently stroked the priest’s sweaty face with her thin fingers, suddenly opened her lips.

”····”

sereung.

It was right after that that the hero, who had been silently staring at the front, pulled out the sword from his waist.