The Half-Puny Priest Hopes To Retire

6 – Wanted

where did you hear

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Just like when you get on a train and look back, even though there are bends, you only think of going straight when you get on the train.

I thought I lived a straight life, but when I look back, I see a curve, and I think that’s what life is like.

I vaguely remember it, but can you see that the outline of the memory itself is blurry.

It’s probably something I heard somewhere in my previous life. In the first place, there is no such thing as a train in this world.

Yeah, at this point, I feel like I have no choice but to admit it clearly.

That the curves of my past life, which I had only thought of as a flat plain, were actually a bottomless cliff.

Where did I go wrong? Why hadn’t I at the time not noticed the precursors of the discrepancy?

The futile regrets that cluttered my thoughts harshly dug up a fragment of the memory I wanted to bury as much as possible.

The sky that day was clear without a single cloud.

Unlike my heart, which was filled with pleasant dark clouds.

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There was a party I was in for a while.

No, I will correct it. There was a party where it was safe to say that only the feet were being put on for a while, in fact, only the name was being posted.

If their talent shined, it was clear that their brightness would rival the sun.

It was because my status in my hometown, where I grew up listening to the voices of promising stars, made me feel like a 1-watt flashlight sold in a stationery store in front of them.

My son has talent, but he doesn’t try.

no mom I have no talent and I am not even trying.

However, their talents were not in full bloom from the beginning.

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Just as adult butterflies have times when they have to curl up in their chrysalis, even when I first met them, their abilities were equal to or higher than mine, at least at the level where I could measure their talents.

However, as the adventure continued, the more we went through hardships and adversity together, the power gap between me and them began to widen so wide that even perspective could not be felt.

fable. flowering. jump. emergency.

The growth of the party, which was so explosive that no suitable adjective came to mind, was truly unmatched.

Except for me, who was busy standing there, like a mascot character of a baseball team whose meaning of existence was unclear.

When all the party members reached the highest realm in their respective fields, only I, who was unable to achieve anything properly, was repeating pathetic steps in place.

I have never felt as keenly as that moment the feelings of a sniper with a big nose who couldn’t keep up with the monstrous growth of his colleagues in a certain pirate cartoon he enjoyed watching in his previous life.

Ah, Captain Usopp. What kind of fight have you been fighting?

But what made me even more miserable, struggling with an inferiority complex, was that none of the party members tried to throw me out, who was only an obstacle.

Trust stems from strong camaraderie and solidarity built up through life and death together, not from ugly emotions such as sympathy or pity.

They seemed to have no doubt that I would reach the same level as them in the not-too-distant future.

It can’t be a really groundless, and it can’t be a faith without a promise.

So I decided to betray their trust before it was too late.

The back of a person who clearly knows when to go must be beautiful. Why, isn’t it better to be hit quickly?

In order for the party to reach a higher level than now, I was a bud that had to be plucked out. It was a burden that had to be put down. It was rust that had to be peeled off.

In order to make them realize the uncomfortable truth they were struggling to deny, I eventually left them, leaving behind a letter expressing my intention to leave the party.

It would be a lie if I said there was no regret.

The journey of Paran, who cried and laughed with them, was very enjoyable, and it also taught me a lot of meaningful lessons in my life.

However, the majesty of overcoming adversity and using it as one’s food is a privilege granted only to a handful of strong people.

I was just accepting and eating the bean curd as a natural human being, and as far as I know, the words of a person who was greedy for extravagant profits were not always good.

in short.

I don’t deserve to be with them. On my own, it’s not enough for me.

The raw sincerity that I didn’t want to bring out if possible.

Waves of loss swept through my thoughts, but I also felt a sense of release from an unknown source.

like that. It’s over now.

Like being unable to keep up with the party members’ unstoppable rapid advance and getting wrecked in the middle of a dungeon infested with monsters.

If you are caught up in party members who do not hesitate to commit physical torture in the name of training, you will be forced to watch the 1080p HD kaleidoscope.

Goodbye to the days when every move was closely monitored, even outside the dungeon, in the name of having to protect me, the team’s recovery person, as the top priority.

what? Isn’t this the best?

By the time that kind of accident passed through my frontal lobe, my body had already left the border for a long time.

It was the first time I realized that my wretched legs could move so lightly and swiftly.

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Just as a pitiful middle school student hit by the storms of reality takes refuge in a temple and peels off the old grime of the secular world, I visited my hometown after a long time and slowly tried to peel off the memories of the war that were engraved in every corner of my body layer by layer.

yeah i was going to

It’s not as far as the outskirts of the countryside, but if it hadn’t been for a shocking news that had floated all the way to my hometown, which had a far less floating population than it could be called an urban area.

A wanted badge hanging over a large door in the middle of the town square.

A montage drawn there that seemed familiar to me every morning when I washed my face cooled my thoughts.

【Looking for this man】

◎Name: Rage’s Rowville.

◎Race: Human (29 years old). Height 185 cm. gray hair. white eye.

◎ Characteristics: There is a dark cut mark on the back of the right hand. Often bumping heads in areas with low ceilings, and growing beard around his mouth when drinking dairy beverages, he often seduces innocent women with deliberately foolish behavior.

◎Other personal information: A quasi-first-class priest.

◎Make sure to capture them alive without a single wound.

◎Reward: 100 million Gil.

Right after that, I tried to count the number of gazes that focused on me, but gave up soon.

Anyone who has seen the final scene of the movie ‘John Wick 2’ can easily associate it.

I had somewhat expected that they would express doubts about my whereabouts when I suddenly disappeared, but I never dreamed that they would respond so promptly.

It was a party that went well without me. To be honest, I even thought I wouldn’t even know I was gone for about a week.

Should I be impressed with this? shouldn’t it

At least, if it hadn’t been for the rumors scribbled in the characteristic section, my heart would have been quite moved.

”When did I seduce innocent women…? Hero…”

I tried to recite an unreachable plea to the person who was the leader of the party and the person who brought me into the superhuman assembly.

Come to think of it, since I got entangled with ‘her’, I don’t think there’s ever been a single record of my life going the way I intended.

For example, feeling helpless as if being forced to accompany a runaway driver whose destination is unclear, stuck in the back trunk of a car that recklessly drives.

Moreover, the driver is not even aware that he is driving recklessly. oh god

”This wanted badge! It’s engraved with royal symbols! I guess it’s real!?”

”100 million length!? 10 years of longevity is a lot of money to live in abundance without having to work!”

”Hey, over there! look at that guy! that face! A montage is a parody!”

The more noisy the surroundings became, the more disturbed my mind was.

It seems that the journey so far has not been in vain.

Even in the middle of my thoughts, my body was already finishing preparations to get out of here.

This level of crisis was nothing compared to the time when the party members who went out on patrol waited anxiously for them to come back in the monster’s den where they could pop out in all directions.

There is only one thing that can be called worry to me right now.

Where are you going to be and what are you going to do and eat?

I left all my money behind except for the bare minimum travel expenses.

Now that it was impossible to live in the hometown, it was a self-evident fact that the means to make a living would also be uncertain.

There’s no way. Now that this has happened, I have no choice but to stop by the Vatican and look for a job.

I don’t really like it, but if it’s under those people who treat humans who can handle divine power as beings chosen by the gods, they give them special treatment.

Even if you’re a half-penny priest like me, you’ll be able to provide enough money to live on for a while.

It was from such a light heart.

The fact that I carelessly set foot in the Vatican, which I had never visited since my elevation to full priesthood.

Now, in order to soothe the agitated mind of what is the use of saying this, I will try to add a phrase of regret.

I shouldn’t have done that.