The Half-Puny Priest Hopes To Retire

2 – Holy Lady. You shouldn’t do this. (One)

Everyone has at least once seen a child rolling on the floor, scolding his parents in droves.

For children who have no choice but to have limited means to achieve what they want, they must have chosen the most reasonable and effective means they could take.

To be honest, it’s not a very nice sight from a third person’s point of view.

Why are those with no blood on their heads crying out and screaming at you to leave the world because something so lamentable happened?

If you look at that messy scene, you will understand the reason why the birth rate around the world is rapidly declining.

If a woman’s tears are a weapon, children’s tears are a weapon. It’s also a cluster bomb carpet bomber class.

And in the heads of prospective parents who watch such a scene from afar, these accidents are sure to pass by, even implicitly.

In the distant future, if I get married and have children.

I shouldn’t let my child grow up to be such a spoiled child. I have to be a true parent who firmly says no to what is not possible.

If active duty workers who are actually raising children hear it, it’s an absurd remark that can be snorted and served as a snack.

All people have a wicked nature to look down on things they haven’t actually done.

I want to defend, albeit weakly, that this is the path that everyone goes through.

”I will.”

The saintess, who was holding me by the waist, urged me to do something, as if to give up what I had entrusted to her.

He often jumps in place while standing on tiptoe.

These are cute things that kids your age would do, though.

Is it because the color of emotion in her maniacal red eyes looking up at me is too dark?

Fear outweighed affection.

”····no.”

The refusal doctor who doesn’t even know how many times he’s spit it out already.

However, the strength of the arm restraining my waist showed no signs of weakening at all. On the contrary, I felt like I was getting stronger and stronger.

When I was in school, I used to flirt with my classmates, saying that it would be nice if a peerless beauty would cling to me at least once in my life.

Even though I achieved my long-cherished wish, far from feeling a sense of accomplishment, I only felt confused.

As for why I, who had only come to deliver breakfast to the saintess, was left arguing while being held by the saintess by the waist, there was no need for a lengthy explanation, like the babbling light novel protagonists at the beginning.

I picked the wrong storybook.

My sin that led to this situation, because that was the only one.

◈◈◈

The holy woman’s exclusive guardian priest.

The name is grandiose, but my theory is that the more shiny the title, the less worthy it is.

The job of the guardian priest is less important than I thought.

An errand boy who follows after the saintess and takes care of her chores. No, it was practically a caregiver.

Why, if you watch American teen movies, aren’t there high school nannies wearing braces who play with their children and get paid for them?

For me, this position was just that recognition.

So, for unknown reasons, I was worried about the eye health of the saintess who was staring at a broken TV all day, so I started reading a fairy tale to divert her attention from the TV.

This worked subtly, and it became a daily routine for the saintess and me to hold fairy tale book recitations at every spare time.

And it is only natural that the saintess, who is at the age of growing up in the midst of her dreams, wants to imitate the contents of a children’s book from time to time.

When I was running around snoring, there was a time when I was immersed in playing heroes with my friends.

The heart could fully understand.

By the way…

I never thought they would beg me to imitate the kissing scene between the princess and the prince.

So far, sound scripts such as playing a knight who defeats a monster or a wizard who uses a dragon have been the main ones.

Acting out such a pink script with the saintess was a very embarrassing act for me.

”Lady. I’ve said it over and over again, kissing a man and a woman is an act that shouldn’t be done hastily unless the relationship has been pledged for the future. Moreover, you are a saint who must aim for chastity. I am the guardian who protects the saintess, ugh…”

”····”

”Don’t bite…”

pierced the stomach

It seems that even though I am angry, I am strong.

I did get angry when he cautioned me about things I shouldn’t normally do, or when I said honorifics.

It was really rare for her to express it directly like this.

Because she rarely expresses emotions to the point of being reminiscent of a robot that learns the human mind, which is often used as a subject in third-rate emotional dramas.

If it’s similar to the fact that sometimes you want to turn off the power button for a while, it’s a similar part.

”There is no point in doing this. What is not possible is not possible. If you continue like this, there will be no fairy tale reading from next time. I won’t even stroke your hair or give you a hug.”

”····”

”Whew.”

Was my determined will conveyed? Finally, the saintess freed me.

Apparently, when he bit his stomach, his frown and sternness seemed to have worked.

dump.

Seeing the sad figure of the saintess sitting on the floor helplessly, like a doll whose thread had been cut, I didn’t feel at ease either.

Honestly, what’s the deal with that kiss? I want to do it too. It was like a chimney.

If I had been in my previous life, I would never have said a word to a beautiful woman who was in the middle of the day, and she wants my lips.

However, considering my position and the eyes of the public, I had to resolutely throw it out here.

Even if the scandal reaches the ears of other believers that the guardian priest, who has been in the position of supporting the saintess all her life, tried to covet the saintess’s lips without understanding his subject.

It was clear that that very day would be the day I left this world.

It was to the extent that an ignorant apprentice priest had to have his little finger nails pulled out just for stepping on the saintess’s shadow.

It would be safe to say that if you kiss something recklessly, your neck will be pulled out.

By the way, that poor apprentice priest would be me years ago.

To be honest, even now when I look at the saintess’s face, I often think of the trauma of that time and my little finger often tingles.

”Then excuse me, saintess. Back later at lunchtime–”

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Kwajik.

The very moment when the ego that passed the crisis was about to relax.

The bloody tone hitting my ear and the color of fresh blood sweeping my retinas swallowed my self-consciousness in an instant.

It is said that the human brain freezes for several seconds when witnessing a truly shocking sight, and that was true.

A disgusting sensation clogged my vision, as if my head was reluctant to accept the unbelievable reality unfolding before my eyes.

the saintess.

with a pointed iron.

He was putting his hand down.

”Holy Lady—!!”

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Kwajik. Kwajik. Kwajik.

The saintess’ self-harm did not stop even in the moment when I hurriedly threw herself away.

At a certain angle and at a certain speed, the sight of him mercilessly hammering a sharp piece of metal into his own hand was like watching an emotionless machine.

”What are you doing here!”

Rather roughly, he snatched the weapon from her hand.

The identity of the weapon is a cutlery fork used at breakfast. Apparently, the moment he hugged me a moment ago, he secretly stole it away.

Why didn’t I even pretend to hold it in my hand while eating?

”Show me your scars…”

”····”

I carefully lifted the red-stained white hand of the saintess and examined the wound.

It was awful. I inadvertently frowned at the scars inflicted on the backs of my hands, knuckles, wrists, front and back, and the fishy smell of blood that stung my nasal passages.

It must be a slander that even grown adults can scream.

The person in charge, the saintess, was just staring blankly at my hand that was holding my hand, with her face color unchanged.

”My Lord. I’m your finger mere lamb. I will bring rest to all on earth under your power. I give all the glory to you.”

While holding the rosary in her hand, she quickly recited a prayer for healing.

Why did you do this…

He tried to shake off the thoughts that stemmed from doubt and concentrated all his energy on gathering the divine power in his hands.

no.

That’s exactly what I was trying to do.

It would have been if I hadn’t been awakened by the excited breathing of someone who gently lifted my hair.

Quadang.

”Kuh…!”

It was a short car.

A soft touch brushed my cheek that would have touched my lips had I not hastily pulled back.

That it was the touch of someone else’s lips was an obvious and self-evident fact that anyone present would be able to understand.

It was a painful truth that I wanted to avoid as much as possible.

”Wow, well…!”

”····”

I urged her in a voice that was clearly agitated, even if you think about it, a bit stupid, but unfortunately my plea didn’t seem to reach her.

The doll-like face, which was fondly touching my own lips with thin fingers stained with bright red blood, was emotionless as always.

Is it because of my mood?

He seemed to be smiling somehow.