183 – EP.9 The Holy Son of Another World-4

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After killing time while feeling the touch of the soft bed, it was time for lunch.

Maria, who was selected as an attendant, will accompany me from tomorrow, and the priest who brought the barber will accompany me until today.

– smart

“Holy Son, I will go in.”

It seemed that the priest had come to announce lunch.

It was a situation where the fatigue of the night hadn’t healed, so I was lying face down on the bed, but before I could react, the priest opened the door and came in.

Lying down on the bed like that, I clearly showed him the image of a student who hates going to school.

“Oh, sorry.”

Scratching my messy hair, I stood up, and the priest averted his gaze with a puzzled look on his face.

Well, I would wake up a little to see the ‘Saint’, who should be sitting neatly at a desk reading a book, lying on the bed and killing time.

“No. What’s going on?”

I got out of bed, straightened my clothes and said.

“It’s mealtime, so I’m here to pick you up.”

“Yes. I was just about to get hungry, but that’s good.”

I was still hungry. I moved my foot towards the door.

The bride and I walked along the aisle.

While walking along the hallway, I felt the eyes watching me stealthily several times.

There was no vigilance or vigilance in the eyes of surveillance.

It seems to be similar to watching celebrities.

“Looks like I’m getting some attention.”

I wish I hadn’t known…

As if the training with Master hadn’t disappeared, the sense of grasping the situation around me continued to convey information to me.

“Yes? Ah…”

At my words, the priest looked around with a puzzled face.

However, the situation where people’s eyes have already turned to other places, he will not be able to notice.

“No. Let’s go. Are you going to the restaurant?”

When I asked, pointing in the direction I was going, the priest moved again with a bewildered expression.

“Yes, it is in front of me.”

I wanted to ask about the lunch menu, but I held back because I didn’t want to create an image that would reveal what to eat.

Where I was, gluttony was also a sin, so there’s nothing wrong with being careful.

The closer you get to the restaurant, the more it smells, so you can expect it.

***

Upon entering the restaurant, countless gazes were directed at me, to the extent that I thought the gazes I had felt earlier were nothing special.

The restaurant was very spacious, as described as a restaurant where everyone in Solarium gathers and eats.

It seems to be a little far from being a school cafeteria, and it is a bit similar to that of the Harry Potter movies I saw before.

A long desk is placed in a wide hall, and people sit on it and bring food to eat.

A separate table was set in the sunny area of the dining room, and it looked like a place where high-ranking people would sit, like a military officer’s cafeteria.

So-called special seats.

“The saint’s seat is over there.”

The priest pointed to the special seat.

Several bishops in fancy clothes were sitting and looking this way.

“If it doesn’t matter, I’d like to eat here.”

I want to avoid special seats.

If I sit there, I feel like the bishops will just look at me and ask me this and that. So soon my base will be uncovered.

That’s why you have to sit in the ‘regular seat’ here.

The people who will sit here may glance at me, but they won’t talk to me or talk to me.

“Ah… no problem. Instead, I’ll bring you the food.”

The priest scratched his cheek in response and went to get some food.

“Well….”

Reverent silence flows in the restaurant, which should have been a little noisy with the sound of eating food.

I sat down in an empty seat.

It pours.

gaze.

I don’t know if I can pass this properly.

Oh, is this bread?

I didn’t want to make eye contact, so I closed my eyes and waited for lunch, meaning not to talk to you.

After a while, the delicious-smelling food arrived.

“thank you.”

With a clatter, a plate was placed in front of me, and I opened my eyes and said.

“no.”

The priest sat across from me.

Two small buns, thick cream, and some unknown meat are placed.

The pieces of meat are quite large, and I wondered if I was the only one who got something like this.

It’s not gender favoritism.

“Then, I’ll eat well.”

As I spoke while holding a knife and fork, the priest in front of me looked at me strangely.

“Ah? Ah… Saint?”

I want to say something, but I barely hold back.

“Yes? What’s wrong?”

I want to ask if I did something wrong.

“Ho, by any chance… Pre-dinner prayer…? I’m sorry if you’ve already done it.”

He was rather taken aback by my question. I rolled my eyes and asked me in a small voice very carefully and with a very sorry heart.

Oh, I forgot to pray.

It would be f*cked up.

***

“Oh, I have to. Prayer before meals.”

Without showing embarrassment, he smiles slyly and puts his hands together.

Prayer… Is it right to do this?

Rolling my head, I think of people around me who went to church.

I closed my eyes and slightly bowed my head.

By the way, how many minutes should I pray before meals?

Let’s say whatever comes to mind.

“Father in heaven, thank you for giving me my daily bread.”

I find phrases of prayer that I have heard sometime in my memory storage and print them out.

“Please remember the sweat of all who worked hard to make this food, and bless them.”

“Please help me to become a person who can eat food with sincerity and bring more glory to you.”

That should be enough.

I slowly opened my eyes and raised my fork.

The bride in front of me kept her eyes closed, but when I heard the sound of eating, she opened her eyes.

Well, there wasn’t that much difference in prayer time, so I must have done well.

“I will enjoy this food.”

When I dipped the meat with a fork and put it in my mouth, the sweet gravy filled my mouth.

I mumbled them quietly, looking at my friend Bob in front of me.

He was looking at the food with a blank expression.

“Why is that?”

When I asked about the behavior of neither praying nor eating, he looked at me with wide eyes.

“Oh, no. It’s just that the saint’s prayer resonated in my heart.”

…what did I do?

Just in case, I looked around, and the people around me were also putting down the tableware they were holding and wiping away tears.

ah…

My head hurts again.