The Half-Puny Priest Hopes To Retire

180 – Runaway (5)

A corner of a dark back alley where the sun’s rays do not reach.

The face of a man trembling desperately there was filled with deep fear.

His name is Lance.

He is the local priest in charge of Isyk, a small city adjacent to the capital of the archipelago, and is so infamous that he is called ‘Rance the b*stard’ by the city’s residents.

He was imbued with a wicked nature of bowing to the strong and whining to the weak, and committed such evil deeds that it was hard to believe that he was a priest who followed the will of God.

Thanks to his strong backing as a member of a skilled mercenary group, there was no one in this city who could reprimand him for such atrocities.

There were quite a few guests who felt the urge to punch him because of his stern expression as he acted like he was the king of the city.

But now his countenance was quite different from his usual relaxed look.

”How on earth did something happen like this? Well, at best! At best, I was just trying to get a few pennies from a street beggar to buy a prostitute tonight…!”

Even as his upper and lower teeth clicked together like flint, his mouth did not rest even for a moment.

How did he, who was successful in everything he did, fell into the unsightly appearance he has now.

The reason was very trivial.

I tried to steal money from a pickpocket targeting travelers on the road, and was slandered by an unknown priest who was presumed to be the original owner of the money.

So, in order to repay the humiliation, he simply asked the mercenary group he was working for to take care of the man.

The mercenary group that was his strong ally was destroyed overnight.

All of the accumulated property was robbed by the remnants of the mercenary group.

In addition, the divine power that had been fine until yesterday suddenly became ineffective, making it impossible to even heal both broken arms.

I touched the wrong person.

Although he didn’t want to admit it, Lance had no choice but to admit it in the end.

The culprit behind all of this is the result of touching something that one should not touch.

The man’s actions of crushing a group of mercenaries and their leader, who he thought were powerful enough to be defeated even after death or awakening, like crushing ants, imprinted a deep sense of defeat in Rance’s skin.

Is that all there is?

”And what is that elf…!”

The past suddenly flashed through Lance’s eyes.

After he had managed to shake off the murderous intent and screams that pierced his back and left the scene, a mysterious elf attacked him while he was out of breath for a long time.

‘Are you also part of the same group of people who messed with us?’

Those cold gazes were dull, as if they were looking at a cockroach that was about to be trampled to death.

All Lance could do was let out her scream of pain as she shoved her hand into her own mouth and pulled out her molar.

I was helpless. She couldn’t be more helpless than this.

To the point where I wonder if I have to ask for her permission from the person in front of me, even in her simple actions like breathing and blinking her eyes.

The difference in status as a living thing is painful. It was truly a moment when I realized it painfully.

Although I found out later, the elf said that he personally visited everyone involved in the incident, including Rance, and imposed similar sanctions.

Except for a few who fearlessly resisted and were pierced by arrows between the eyes, most of them barely survived.

However, it was obvious what direction the overwhelming sense of defeat that had taken root in their minds and bodies would lead them for the rest of their lives.

‘Looking at his face, he’s amazing at this level. Even if we kill that b*stard, even if he dies, if we kill something, we’ll have to skip meals for a few days, and we’ll be in a bad mood.’

From her series of conversations of her, I could guess that she was a colleague of the white-haired priest, and that her behavior was an example to show the scoundrels who messed with her colleagues.

Of course, the reason she did not kill herself and only caused her pain was not an act of pure mercy.

There was not even a speck of room for humiliation to intervene in the natural course of such emotions.

All Lance could feel at that moment was an intense sense of relief that her life had been preserved.

Even now, he couldn’t even guess the man’s identity, but this wasn’t a very important issue to Lance.

Right now, Lance had made a firm promise to herself that she would never have anything to do with that man for the rest of her life.

But it didn’t take long for her to break that promise.

Kwaang!

”I finally found it! This b*stard—!”

”Hee, hee-!?”

Now, after encountering a fearful being that she thought she would never see again in just one night, Lance inadvertently let out a girlish scream.

A red-handed elf with an unprecedented level of lethality wrapped around his body.

That vicious face was soaked in dark red blood.

The example isn’t over yet!

Due to her despair her her her taking root in her skin her her her, Lance’s vision her her seemed to become distant for a moment.

”Please, please! Please spare your life!”

”Hey! You there! Blow all the places around here where you can hide someone!”

”Yes…?”

The elf’s anger filled her, filled with her fierce anger her her her her, rudely awakened Lance’s consciousness her her her, which was trying to be distracted.

◈◈◈

I didn’t have a clear goal of becoming this kind of person.

I also had a vague belief that I didn’t want to be like this person.

A general term for pitiful men who depend on and entrust their lives to weak-hearted women, ignoring the burdens they should have shouldered themselves.

Gisaeng brother. In slang, a male prostitute.

Rather than living such a shameful life, I would rather die.

That was one of the few passages from my life story full of stains that I felt uncomfortable showing to others that I could confidently say to others.

”Hmm~? Breaking the restraints. Has there been some kind of change of heart? But you know best that such actions are worse than not doing anything in front of this supreme body, right?”

When she saw me suddenly standing up from the spot and breaking all the restraints on my body with the bell, she suddenly expressed a question.

I could roughly guess the intention.

It was a vague measure that could even be called a defense to only secure the freedom of the limbs against the body of a warrior equipped with a holy sword.

In her eyes, I will look like a puppy let off its leash and growling at a tiger.

I didn’t know that it was only natural for such a hateful reaction to come back.

But can you really be okay after seeing this?

Tuk-tuk.

”·····?”

When she saw me undoing three or four buttons on her neck without saying a word, she tilted her head.

It was clear that the sight of a man known as a priest carelessly exposing his collarbone in front of his woman was so terrible that one could not bear to open one’s eyes.

However, I have felt with my whole body that my obscene appearance is effective for some women with unique tastes.

”Phew…”

”Eugh─!?”

As I brushed her hair, exposing her clavicle bone, and let out her alluring breath, she suddenly began to clutch her heart and suffer.

”What the hell is that!? What on earth did you do to my dishes!?”

Breathing unsightly and panting. A very flushed face.

That highly visible reaction was the surest proof than anything else that my plan was working successfully.

Jeopuk.

”Don’t come closer—!”

Kwaang!

As I carefully took a step, a sharp sword stroke passed my cheek

Immediately after that, the wind blowing in the background and the explosion of alcohol clearly showed how transcendental the power of that unexpected attack was.

But strangely enough, I didn’t feel scared at all.

That’s right.

”If you take even one step from there, I will cut off your head this time! Do you know! Do you understand!?”

Because the person who is truly struggling with fear right now is not me, but her.

I wondered if it was the same way that when watching a horror movie, if there is someone making a fuss next to you, the fear is weakened.

Sigh.

I touched the blood on her cheek and turned my gaze to her again.

”Huh!?”

Then, her behavior visibly faltered and she took a step back, as if she was frightened.

Before we knew it, the relationship between superiors and subordinates had completely reversed.

Instinct, not reason, was warning me that the time to drive a wedge was now.

”Lick.”

”·····What?”

”Didn’t you hear? I told you to lick it.”

”How dare you…!”

A cheeky remark made while extending a blood-stained finger.

There seemed to be no doubt that the response to those words was fierce anger.

But I knew it well.

I know that if the person she was dealing with was me, she would rather be treated this humiliatingly. No, she is the type of person who is crazy.

”Don’t say it twice. Lick it right now. Abigail.”

”─!?”

Chewing on her lower lip with her upper teeth, she spit out her words with all her might.

Every time she recited each syllable, strong suicidal thoughts arose in her thoughts, but she had to endure it.

”I guess he wants to be punished…”

”Bee, bee—!?”

Immediately after that, the true voice of the warrior I heard from her strengthened my decision, which had been somewhat vague for a while.

That’s right.

For one night today, I become a male prostitute.

Mom. I’m sorry.