137 – Catfight (2)

A cup of coffee.

Um. Good night. Very good. In addition, Arpina responded positively to establishing an independent organization.

The church has also been cleaned up, and all the rotten parts have been cut out…

You don’t have to leave the church!

I smiled broadly.

The coffee was sweet. It was so sweet that my tongue was cut off. It tastes like three sugar cubes.

As expected, life should be sweet!

“Paper doesn’t taste like burning.”

Beatrice, who was burning the paper, gave a languid yawn as if she was fed up.

“Oh, it’s delicious…”

Naga munched after taking a mouthful of biscuits.

It’s different from when I was a spirit body. Both bounced around the desk with doll-sized entities.

The reason why I manifest without difficulty is thanks to the noticeable increase in the quality and quantity of my holy power.

I just let it go because it wasn’t particularly burdensome. A doll-sized entity anyway. It didn’t even take that much power.

It’s not even a wartime situation, well… This much is just about breathing in and out.

-Ugh… Zahard! Go find the holy relic right now! First things first…!

“It’s a long way from here, so how can I get there right away? We have to clean up the inside first.”

-That nasty thing… First of all, you have to punish the snake!

I dug my ears because it was noisy. ‘Cause there’s a lot of jealousy

I spent the morning in a leisurely tea time. It’s peace for a long time

You should enjoy it while you can…

It’s rattled.

The door is open. Rosemary, who came in without knocking, stopped in shock.

A gaze that looked like it would jump at any second reached the desk. Beatrice and Naga, who were lying around, exchanged glances.

“Isn’t it okay not to get caught?”

“Is that so…? Because I don’t know…”

“All right. What are you hiding?”

I welcomed her with a smile.

“Welcome. Rosemary. Seeing that she returned safely…”

“I-I can’t believe the one up there…”

Rosemary, stuttering, clung to her desk. Forgetting that she was angry, she cautiously reached out for Beatrice.

“Is it a golem modeled after Beatrice, the goddess of wealth and fire?! Oh my god! How did you get this?!”

“Aww.”

“Poetry, do you even talk?! What is this gently overflowing holy power…? Everyone, are you a fan of Beatrice-sama too?”

Beatrice’s nose went up.

“Is that so? Junior?”

“No, what. Not even a fan.”

“What?!”

“Just a respectable great man…?”

“…Hmm.”

Should I like her or not? Rosemary, holding Beatrice in her arms, turned her around.

He even tried to steal his priestly uniform.

A spark rose from Beatrice’s small hand.

Boom!

Rosemary got stuck on her floor. Beatrice lightly landed on her desk.

“Are you trying to harass a senior with the topic of a distant junior?!”

“Eh…?”

Rosemary rubbed her flushed cheek and blinked her eyes.

”Uh, how… Ah, no, the s*x method I just used in the first place…”

“Tada. Were you surprised, Rosemary?”

I introduced her to Beatrice.

“Are you really a ‘Saint of Fire’?”

“……?”

Rosemary pinched her own cheek. As if confirming that it wasn’t her dream, she stretched it out a few times and then blinked her eyes.

“Ji, are you really a fire saint?”

“Sure.”

“She was said to have purified thousands of undead by herself… That fire saint?”

“Isn’t it?”

“A noble saint who said that even though she was seriously injured, she threw herself into the demon of her eye to save a village…?”

“I don’t know about the sublime, but what. Is she roughly right anyway?”

“Uh, how?”

“It’s just that this and that is intertwined…”

Rosemary fell flat. Her hurried words were very different from her usual tick-tack.

“Wealth, Meet Beatrice, the Fire Saint!”

Beatrice glanced back at me.

“Can you see?”

“What is it?”

“Because it is right for you to do that too. Change your attitude right now.”

I patted her Beatrice with her finger. The goddess of fire, who had rolled around, clung to my hand.

“What are you doing!”

“I thought the bridge of my nose was too high, so I’m going to shorten it.”

“I think I touched the wrong person!”

“Should I touch you like this?”

Beatrice rolled over her desk again. The fallen Saint of Fire sobbed.

“Ugh…Why did I put my heart on someone like this…”

“What to this kind of person?”

“Noisy! Eight! I’ll burn the leaves and come, so you know!”

“Go, let’s go together! Seniors! I’ll take you!”

“Hey, I’ll give you special permission!”

Carefully holding Beatrice, Rosemary ran out of her room. I let out a sigh in the quiet atmosphere.

I thought I was going to get scolded by Rosemary, but did I fall for it? Good night. Very good

My calm peace is still unbroken…

It’s rattled.

Stop coming to me.

“Boss! Are there any injuries?!”

“I heard about the temple. Missing a battlefield like that… My ax regretted it.”

“I heard that Dwayne’s head was cut off… You seem to be finer than I thought?”

The Heretic Questioners are slowly gathering. I looked up at Radatoque, who had just entered.

“Did your work at Philamon end well?”

“Everything is finished. Warden Veronica’s prowess was somewhat understated. Throughout the battle, I felt like I was watching the Judge.”

“It’s a bit like a bully, but he is a person who does it when he does it.”

It’s a bit of a waste to leave him alone in a penal execution center. Can’t you sneak up on it right now?

Since he is kind to Dimona, it would be nice if he gave him the position of archbishop.

Radatorque took a quick look at me. I looked at the naga that had hardened on the desk.

“…This.”

“You can’t touch it. You are my precious person.”

Naga quietly hugged my hand. He smirked and smashed his face.

“A precious person…Ehehehe…”

The Heretic Questioners exchanged glances.

“A precious person…?”

“You seem to be playing with dolls…”

“It’s strangely human-like…”

“Shouldn’t we respect your tastes?”

“Well, if you have that ability, you must have at least one particular taste.”

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Naga couldn’t stand the pouring gaze and stood up in a hurry. Clinging to the priestly robe, he disappeared into Mistiltein.

You ran away.

I leaned back in my chair.

“Anyway, everyone did a great job.”

“The one who worked the hardest was the brother!”

“I never thought Dwayne would do something so openly.”

“I heard that the fight was so great that the entire wall collapsed!”

“I think it would be best to hear from your brother.”

The Heretic Questioners’ eyes twinkled.

…No. I’m almost at the end, so I don’t know.

“So… Well…”

While I was thinking about what to say, someone burst into the room. Maya was slightly injured in the temple.

Her body doesn’t even use her holy power, so she relied on her natural healing power and threw her bandage on her and rushed into my arms. Her healer, who followed her urgently, stopped her.

“Mr. Maya?! It’s dangerous to move because the wound hasn’t healed yet…!”

“Maya. Why aren’t you coming?”

“I visited yesterday too?”

“How to be together all day.”

Like a lazy cat, Maya rubbed her face. As she raised her face, the Heretic Inquisitors cheered.

“Maya! I’ve heard the story!”

“He risked his life to assist Her Highness Arpina!”

“Everyone on the battlefield said they saw it!”

“Oh my God! I never thought he would leave such an achievement with such a delicate body!”

The rumors about Maya spread throughout the church. A fearsome black magician.

She was, however, somewhat well-received. Is it because there are many people who owe their lives to her familiar, her rotten one – Rotten?

After rinsing, Maya saw me in the air. As if they were quite familiar, she held out a V with her hand.

“Oh.”

“Maya said an aura!”

“Ah! Black magicians are the best!”

“May the church bless you!”

That’s not something religious people would say.

The Heretic Questioners, who had been talking for a while, became quiet only after Dimona entered the room. As if her hands weren’t enough, Dimona dragged all the heretic inquisitors out.

“Don’t think about taking a break.”

“Ha, but I just returned from a mission…”

“Why are you leaving your brother alone?!”

Dimona glanced back at me. For some reason, her eyes were cold.

“Is Zahard like you? Oh, and the Inquisitor.”

The Inquisitor.

I think it’s the first time I’ve been called that.

Something feels cheap.

“Yes?”

“A guest came. Please visit me later.”

“What guests…”

“You have to find out for yourself, right?”

Boom!

The door is closed. I tilted my coffee reluctantly.

Why are you like that?

Even if all the Heretic Questioners had left, the room did not become quiet right away. Even though they were mortal criminals, they were treated as honored guests.

Not long after, those who came out with pardon came rushing in. Vulcan drank the bitter coffee I gave him and frowned.

“Write. Give me the sugar.”

“Did you leave it?”

I shoved the coffee into my mouth. I put the teacup down as if I hadn’t even used it.

“Brother. What happened to the independent organization you said you were preparing for?”

“The agenda has been entered. Almost 100% passing.”

“What is the organization doing?”

“You can think of it as an independent armed group. They will be recognized as apostles sooner or later, so it can be seen as an organization similar to the Order of the Holy Knights.”

Tsubaki’s eyes twinkled. She hugged the stuffed rabbit tightly.

“Can I be a paladin?”

“Do you want to?”

“I want to try it. I’m curious. Should I study the Bible at least?”

“Did you even taste the study?”

“It’s fun. Knowledge quest. Besides, Eve teaches me a lot.”

Eve sighed.

“I was so attached to it that I had no choice but to teach it.”

“It was a lot of fun.”

“…I guess it’s because it’s my calling. I’m used to raising my voice.”

Eve’s gaze was fixed on me. The slightly cold eyes softened.

“Sir.”

That’s the name I heard the other day.

I didn’t hear that wrong.

“…What the hell is a teacher?”

“The teacher is the teacher. The one who changed even my faith. I was wrong. There was happiness that can be obtained by being alive without dying.”

“Yes?”

“The headteacher is now my religion. I will spread the greatness of the headmaster…His benevolence to everyone. A little clumsy, subtly forceful, playful, but…”

“You’re not cursing, are you?”

“It is no exaggeration to say that my destiny exists for this moment. I will put the clumsy and lacking teacher at the top of the world. With my presence, you will become more perfect. For the rest of my life… I will only serve you for the rest of my life.”

What can I say?

It turned into a fanatic. Good is good, but…

“I am not afraid of any thorny path if it is to put the leader above anyone else.”

Is it good?

I shook my head and nodded. All of the mortal criminals had promised to come in when the independent organization was established.

I heard that Amar is probably doing a simple test by now. Not for research purposes, but for the purpose of healing unstable magic.

As a result of checking several times, it didn’t seem like anything dangerous was happening. Once she knew she could be with me, she accepted the whole process.

Maybe it will be released sooner or later. He must have been wearing restraints, but they were only restraints that could be removed under my command anyway. It’s like she’s free now.

It is safe to say that everything has been roughly resolved. All that remains is who fills the vacant seat of the archbishop and the vacant priests who have committed crimes.

Smart.

Someone knocked on the door. I nodded at the first knock I heard.

“Come in.”

The door is open. Warden Monica entered with a wide smile.

“Zahard!”

My foot, as I was about to enter, flinched. I glanced around at the mortal sinners, and quietly withdrew my outstretched arm.

“Bar, nice to meet you…?”

“……”

Awkward silence. I glanced at Monica’s body. Fortunately, there seemed to be no scar left, and the whole body was fine.

“Do you have any pain anywhere?”

“Yes! No! Thanks to Zahard…Ehehehe…”

A laughing Monica clung to her desk. I pushed her upper body all the way.

Her eyes twinkled.

“Zahad! I heard the story! I’m going to set up an independent organization!”

“What, is that so?”

“Then where are you going to make it?”

“Hmm?”

Monica tilted her head.

“Have you decided yet? All independent institutions need a headquarters, right? And that location is what you decide when you establish the institution! If you haven’t decided yet… How about next to the punishment cell?”

“Think about that…”

“Well… if it’s about Zahard…”

Monica murmured.

“Everyone will covet it. People living nearby… Will be able to see Zahard the most.”