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The Half-Puny Priest Hopes To Retire chapter 91

91 – Unblessed Wedding (7)

I was stupid.

I shouldn’t have guessed at the feelings she had for me.

I shouldn’t hastily judged the depth of that thought.

She had to be clearly aware of how she was perceiving and distinguishing her surroundings, as her mind was not yet fully ripe.

This was the result of neglecting that natural duty.

”sister!”

The saintess’s behavior as she hurriedly ran towards the nun standing at the entrance of the empty church was so clear that it was hard to believe that she was a person who had been fighting for life and death just a moment ago.

From the way she clung to the width of the nun’s skirt and looked up at her, the face of an innocent child who came in from playing in the front yard of the house could be seen overlapping.

”Wheh, wellna… What the hell is this…!”

”Look at that!”

The saintess, who cheerfully cut off the nun’s thin voice, pointed in our direction with her finger.

A half-ruined church.

The guests each holding a tool in their hand, with a goose-inducing bright smile drawn uniformly on their lips.

A warrior who is unable to do this or that with his hand on the scabbard because of the child who is blocking him.

Me, sitting helplessly on the floor with my top torn apart.

It was around the time that the nun’s face, seeing the gruesome sight at first glance and the saintess’ cloudless, innocent expression, was getting darker as she lost her firearms.

”Well I did it!”

Starting from the voice of the saintess who burst out afterward, the upright demeanor of the nun, who seemed to be somehow trying to maintain her composure, collapsed helplessly.

”Creepy!”

”Poetry, Father!”

It was right after that that the weight of the chains tightly entangling my body became lighter.

I stopped the warrior who was about to run to me, who was struggling to fix his crooked breathing with his hands on the ground, with a wink.

Although the body was freed to some extent, as long as the abnormal state of the guests was still the same, I had to refrain from making hasty contact with the hero.

”Look at this too! gave it to me! mine!”

”Well… I…”

A ring worn on his ring finger. As if the thing that is also threaded on my left hand is the supreme treasure, the saintess who stands upright and speaks of its value.

How loud was that high-pitched voice?

”····”

Leaving behind the hero who glared at the saintess’s spirited figure as if to kill her, she quietly moved towards them.

”Poem, Father! Gwa, it’s okay…!”

I, who struggled to get up, approach the saintess in a precarious state, as if I might fall down at any moment.

The warrior-nim, who put his hand back on the blade he had picked up once, hurriedly tried to block me.

”May God smile upon you!”

”Quit!”

In front of the human wall of guests with children at the front, even the bravest warriors could not move lightly.

”If you don’t want to get hurt! You’ll have to get out of there right now!”

However, I wonder if I sensed something bad from my sluggish movements as I trudged toward the saintess.

Suddenly, the warrior-nim raised his voice and solemnly drew the sword with the sword in its sheath.

”Final warning! If you don’t get out of the way! No matter how much of a warrior I am! Anymore! We cannot guarantee your safety!”

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Just by looking at the pitiful appearance of the hand holding the hilt shaking, it was clear that the hero was bluffing.

Against a civilian, I had never raised my sword before, and moreover, the opponent was just a toddler.

The warrior’s needy feeling was understandable enough.

”it’s okay····. Hero…”

Even if they left it alone for half a day, I could say that the hero would never swing a sword at them.

Still, in order to prevent any unforeseen incidents, I implicitly instructed the hero not to move right now by extending one hand to the warrior.

”Poem, Father!?”

If I had the energy left to do so, I would have liked to convey my intentions in such an action as well.

It was not possible because of the physical state of trying to reach the limit just by walking, talking and breathing.

In the process of retracting my open hand, the ring on my hand naturally came into view.

It was only then that the memory of the moment when I impulse-purchased this jar came into my mind.

The top of the bell tower, which I inadvertently climbed with a depressed heart. Advice given to me by an unknown man whom I met by chance there.

If you are troubled by the women who constantly push you, why don’t you hit a wall saying that they have another woman to marry?

Of course, it wasn’t that I was genuinely stunned by that absurd suggestion.

I just needed a momentary rest.

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Just like someone said that buying a lottery ticket is buying your imagination when you win the lottery, the dream-like future when that absurd plan stemming from this ring works miraculously.

I just wanted to be intoxicated for a while in that ecstatic home where the saintess wasn’t obsessed with me and the warrior was clearing out her feelings for me.

Because of this, I had no intention of actually putting the plan into action, and I never imagined that that mere daydream would strike me in the back of the head like this.

”Well na! This! this is not it! Getting involved with ordinary people who have nothing to do with it! Stop it right now!”

It was then.

The nun, who roughly grabbed the saintess by the shoulders, spurred the saintess with a high spirited spirit.

However, despite the nun’s earnest voice, the saintess occasionally tilted her head.

It seemed that he had no idea why the nun was reacting like this.

”why····?”

”Why! Trying to extort someone else’s freedom just to pursue your own goals! It can never be right…”

The nun, who fearfully tried to answer the saintess’ innocent question, suddenly stopped talking, like someone who realized something important belatedly.

”Trying to extort someone else’s freedom…”

Those anxious eyes suddenly turned to me.

Right after that, the dark silence that flowed between me and the nun naturally showed the starting point of our relationship.

‘If you want to retire from the Guardian Priestly position, I will report the priest’s position to the warrior. So don’t even dream of retirement.’

Where did that confident look that had repeatedly rejected my intention to retire go? The sight of the nun trembling her lips and body like someone suffering from hypothermia was truly pitiful.

”Why not?”

”That, that’s…”

Even though the saintess could not bear the silence, the nun did not say anything for a while.

I could roughly guess what kind of thoughts the nun’s appearance had originated from, but I decided to put it aside for now because there was a much more important matter than this.

”Holy Maid…”

At the sound of my panicked voice leaking out with a heavy sigh, the saintess’ gaze, which had been fixed on the nun, was twisted toward me in an instant.

”yes?”

Leaving behind the nun who suddenly became mute after eating honey, the saintess approached me in a month and met my eyes.

It might not be something I could say in this situation, but the saintess was still beautiful.

Mysterious gray hair, as if looking at a snowy field with no footprints.

Rubellite-colored eyes that shine with honor without any emotional ripples.

Up to pure white skin that far surpassed the light source of white jade.

It was clear that the beauty that would shatter if touched was definitely about her.

Maybe that’s what it was.

The fact that I’ve been so careful that I’m a little too careful about touching her body.

As the saintess’ exclusive guardian priest who has to protect her from all kinds of dangers, it’s just an excuse not to tolerate any scars on her body. It was just a lame excuse.

I just didn’t want to see her in pain right in front of my eyes.

The reason why I threatened her with the lesser method of self-injury out of many ways was because I was more comfortable with my body suffering than to see the saintess groan in pain.

It was as if my frail negligence had caused this tragedy.

Therefore, I had to take responsibility for it.

My hand quietly turned to the sky

It was the saintess who was watching the trajectory of my hand with curious eyes, but her gracious eyes could not contain the scene to the end.

match!

”uh?”

The head of the saintess twisted sharply along with a sharp echo that echoed out of nowhere in the quiet church.

”Poetry, Father…?”

”Priest Rage’s…?”

At the shocking sight that unfolded in front of my eyes, at first the warrior, and immediately after that, the nun chewed out the shocking words in turn.

”Uh, uh…?”

Carefully caressing her swollen cheek, the saintess trembled for a moment like a person who had suddenly faced an unacceptable reality.

Before long, those bewildered eyes slowly turned towards me again.

you don’t want to believe you want to deny it

The hopelessness she must be feeling right now is about to be guessed.

The experience of being betrayed for the first time by someone I thought was on my side unconditionally is like a kind of rite of passage for anyone with the right guardian.

”Heh, heh!”

Not because of the pain she felt in her cheeks, but perhaps because she had guessed something out of the ordinary from the air around her, which had suddenly become thicker.

It means to soothe yourself. It was an earnest gesture to put this anxiety that was gripping my heart to rest as soon as possible.

However, even that earnest plea did not work for me now.

I resolutely pushed away the hand of the saintess who was trying to grab hold of my collar.

The saintess tried to grab even a handful of hope.

It was right after that that resentful groans began to leak from her cherry-like lips.

”Do not cry. Cry for something good.”

Even that shabby last resistance had to crawl back to where it came from in front of my resolute rebuke.

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