The Half-Puny Priest Hopes To Retire

187 – There Is Space Behind the Pillar

A moldy altarpiece. Broken crucifix. Stained glass with cracks here and there.

An old, shabby building that barely has the features of a church.

Beltane, who suddenly sat down in the middle of it, was busy in untimely prayer.

”Lord. Holy Lord. Please forgive my sins. Please look after the poor lamb…”

The song was extremely neat, but from the beautiful tremors in every syllable, a hint of agitation that could not be shaken off was clearly visible.

It was a kind of struggle.

If I didn’t calm my mind with a devout prayer, the memory of last night, stuck inside my eyelids, felt like it would eat me up.

I thought it was something I should avoid, and I actually did that.

She was frivolous and inappropriate, and as a nun all her life, Beltane could not easily tolerate her engaging in behavior that she had once despised as vulgar misconduct.

Moreover, the other person is the benefactor of her life who has received a favor that she cannot repay even with her her life her her, and the person who has been chosen as the protector of her her only blood her relative her her her her.

Even if it all happened under her brother’s leadership.

As a monk who was supposed to pursue her purity of her, she did not change the fact that she, as a monk, ended up mixing her body with him.

”Lord, the Lord…”

Even though the sun was already rising in the sky, the lingering effects of the act still remained intact in Beltane’s body

A small church just a stone’s throw away from the accommodation.

The journey to arrive here was not smooth.

Her body felt hot all the time, as if she was drunk, and the pain in her back was so bad that she couldn’t even walk properly without her cane.

I’ve already heard that the pain of breaking the bank is worse the day after than the day before, but I never thought it would be this bad.

Every part of her body throbbed more than I had imagined, and it was harder to control her agitated mind than I had imagined.

Isn’t it something that only happens in sensual novels to climax one after another to the point where your body trembles like this on your first experience?

Among the knowledge about s*x he had accumulated so far, Beltane was unable to figure out what was right and what was wrong.

However, there was another factor that bothered Beltane the most.

”Uuuh…”

Unlike the intense but distant memory of last night, the scene was so vivid that it filled my retina as soon as I opened my eyes.

Not the fragile and soft body of a child, but the mature and strong body of an adult.

Although he retained some traces of his childhood, the sensual curves of his clean-cut frame and muscular muscles made me swallow my saliva without even realizing it.

The naked body of a man that I witnessed for the first time in my life.

It’s a shame that he pretended to sleep the moment Lajith woke up.

If Reijis had n’t woken up, I might have been watching his naked body all night.

”Lord. Please take this tribulation away from me…”

Even prayers that had been perfect began to become increasingly unsightly as time passed.

Just the dizzying visions of last night that are flooding in like a flood are making me feel out of breath.

Add to this the flesh-colored panorama rooted deep in the retina, and Beltane could hardly come to his senses.

While looking at the slim jawline, I inadvertently discovered the protruding uvula.

Thick, prominent tendons on the forearm that are as hard as a wooden board.

Strong abs that seem to have a unique leather texture compared to his own soft skin

Right down to the angled hip bones.

All of them were emitting a heat worthy of melting away all that was left of Beltane’s steel-like reason.

Even when I was small, it was like that.

What would have happened if the body had grown larger?

”Ugh!”

He shook his head and hastily erased the wandering thoughts that appeared in his mind.

From that moment on, her usual calm demeanor was no longer visible.

”Oh my god·····. I don’t know…”

A voice so small that it can’t be compared to the sound of ants crawling.

Who would think that the current Beltane, who covers her red face with her hands and occasionally shakes her upper body cutely, is a nun serving God.

The way I look right now is so bad that you can’t even open your eyes.

Bel Thane thought that it went without saying how her disgrace would be viewed by others.

How long has it been like that?

Even though I had been sitting all day, I could hear the soft sound of wings flapping over my heartbeat, as if I had been running for a while.

”Pee—!”

The tickling cry of the lyrebird that followed forced Beltane’s consciousness, which was struggling in the swamp of confusion, back to reality.

”This is… Emergency communication bee…?”

Beltane’s vision suddenly widened as he confirmed the identity of the sudden noise.

And that emotional turmoil instantly transformed into astonishment as soon as she checked the full text of the letter tied to her bee-mae’s ankle.

◈◈◈

”So this is the Holy See now…?”

”Yes, according to the letter, probably… That will happen, but…”

Although she was a nun who initially answered my doubtful question, it was not difficult to tell that her voice was not filled with confidence.

Is that all there is?

That frightened throat that trembled like a dying candle was more surprised than I was, but it didn’t seem like it was any less surprised.

A bee from the Vatican flew in to us out of nowhere.

The thumbnail-sized crystalline object enclosed in the letter from the unwelcome contact was a screening-type magic tool used to show others scenes that the practitioner had recorded in advance.

Because the material is so rare, the number of pieces that can be made is very limited, and because it is impossible to replace a sight once captured with another, it is a precious item among valuables, and its use for trivial purposes is strictly taboo .

This was the first time I got to see it in real life since rumors spread that some of the Vatican’s most dignitaries were abusing this magic tool to record their nightly activities.

A scene contained in a magic tool. It was as shocking as the contents of the letter.

A huge, pure white pillar that rises majestically from the area that was originally the Vatican.

It is the capital of the island and the place where the throne room is located.

It was gradually expanding its territory, swallowing up the city center that we had controlled just a few weeks ago.

Dungeon Disaster.

The author of the letter was convinced that this strange phenomenon was some type of dungeon disaster.

Gulp.

With a heavy voice, goosebumps suddenly appeared on my back.

The reason was no different.

Even I, who have gained extensive knowledge about dungeons by going through all kinds of dungeons with my colleagues, have never heard of a dungeon disaster of this scale.

It is said that the largest dungeon disaster recorded in the history of the islands was at most as small as engulfing a village.

There was no longer any need to explain how unusual and absurd this disaster that struck the Holy See was.

”What’s more, this…”

”·····”

The nun silently agreed with my opinion without even saying a word with a wink.

Both I and the nun had witnessed a phenomenon similar to this with our own eyes before.

It looked similar.

It may be a hasty judgment to say this after just seeing the shape with my own eyes.

This dungeon clearly resembled the dungeon that swallowed up the warrior before.

”It was difficult to determine the sender based on the handwriting since most of the text on the letter was scribbled in a messy state, but the dedication that closed the letter belonging to the Wright family.”

”Priest Lovell…”

There was a time when he was a man who truly wanted to go out and die.

Is it because of the hatred I have had for so long?

When I found out that something bad might have happened to him, I felt uneasy.

”Re, Priest Raiges…”

”·····”

With my arms crossed, I was lost in thought for a moment.

It was only for a split second that I felt that heavenly punishment had been handed down.

There are countless people who want their shitty workplace to collapse as soon as possible, but there is probably no crazy person who wants the debris to fall on innocent civilians.

Since the Holy See, which had the most influence in this system after the royal family, was caught up in the dungeon disaster, it was obvious that great chaos would soon occur in the system.

Therefore, there were two actions we needed to take right now, having heard the news one step ahead of others.

”Sister. Could you please bring the warrior and others here?”

”Oh, I understand. Priest Raiges.”

First, gather your brains to think.

Next.

”And please lend me some of the tools that blacksmiths use for tempering.”

”Yes? Why on earth is that?”

Torture anyone who might have any idea about this series of events. No, it was just interrogation.

”Hi!?”

It was right after that.

The voice of a frightened woman faintly echoed from the holy sword fastened tightly to my waist.