Chapter 9 – Preparing for the Feast

Lydia’s problem seems to be a little uneasy, but it seems to have been resolved somehow.

Now, two weeks after that, I still feel weird, but it seems like I’m back on track with my daily life.

But that…

“It seems that the position of the panties keeps changing, but is it because of my mood… ?”

It’s hard to check because there are so many of them, but it seems that there have been occasions when things that were normally visible disappear.

Why was there It seems that there was not. If you ask me if I’m saying that, it’s because I’m not sure of that memory.

In common sense, who remembers the location and color of panties?

I can’t tell if it’s coming back without me knowing, or if the disappearance of my underwear is just my mood.

I tried to count the number of panties after holding me once, but there was no difference between the previous day and that day, so I guess it was because of my mood…

It’s because I think that feeling like this is a problem in itself.

This is what we call reasonable doubt.

“Is this Lydia?”

No, I don’t think it’s Lydia.

After that, he came into my room only when I was helping myself, and it was hard to think that he would have done such a thing in that brief moment.

You open the closet and steal my underwear while I’m in my room?

You can’t talk.

I don’t think it’s right to think that my nerves became sensitive because of what happened at that time.

It’s a big incident in which the people around me almost turned into a crazy bobimma toward me, but isn’t it strange if I become sensitive?

It’s not like I’m saying that I’ll draw a cartoon where people like my family are so stressed out that I’ll make them the main characters and get eaten like dogs, but…

Originally, when painters get stressed, they relieve it by drawing.

As a drawing artist, I created a character with Lydia as a motif and drew a picture that her nun would burn in order to relieve her stress.

Anyway, aside from what I just said, time passed without much happening.

Today is the day to go out for a preliminary field trip.

Since I can’t be out for that long, I have to go back to the convent as quickly as possible after I’ve been around as much as I can.

I want to stay all day, but…

If that happened, countless clerics and paladins, and in severe cases, even the Heretic Questioner, would come out to endure me, no matter how much time passed.

If that happened, it would be annoying that the work was annoying, but if it was revealed that I had nothing to do, it was clear that I would be suspicious.

So, it means that you have to go out and come back without being suspicious.

The same goes for the day after the week.

It means you have to leave and come back as soon as possible.

Of course, at first, I was going to go out and come back after fooling other kids as much as possible, but I came up with a new way.

I looked at Lydia, who was standing still next to me.

From that day on, Lydia, for the most part, was willing to listen to me.

What to say…

It feels like they are listening to everything I say, to the point where it’s burdensome for me.

It feels like using Lydia, so it bothers me a little, but I have to get Lydia’s help to get out a little safer.

Originally, she was going to stop helping Lydia for a month and then she would go to the festival within that month, but then the relationship itself almost fell apart.

So it was difficult for her to get out without Lydia’s help, because she put it back together. Besides, the person who has been around me the longest is none other than Lydia.

Lydia is the first to notice that I’m gone, but in other words, even if someone comes looking for me, if Lydia helps, I can easily get over it.

It is turning a crisis into an opportunity.

Of course, this was a story under the premise that Lydia would help me.

I intend to tell Lydia that I have been confined to the convent for too long and would like to go out and see her.

I don’t know if you’ll listen, but what…

You know you have to do it

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“Lydia.”

Coming out of the prayer room as usual, I called Lydia.

Then, in case you didn’t know, I looked around.

Because nobody needs to ask this.

Fortunately, since I am a saint, I have my own prayer room, so there was no one around except for Lydia.

Holding Lydia’s hand as she tilts her head, I move her steps to a place where no one is around, but I look around the outside of her anxiously nonetheless.

This is partly because I really need to check it out, but to that extent, it shows my secret story and my earnestness.

“What brings you here… “

“I have a request of a lifetime.”

A request of a lifetime.

Somehow, the more I go, the more I feel like I’m becoming a desirable bitch who plays with other people’s hearts. It hurts my heart, but I can see my children’s performance as well as the Northern Princess, so I can never stop going.

I looked up at Lydia with a desperate yet pitiful expression, holding her heart inwardly.

“Can you listen… Do you have… ?”

“… !”

Lydia opened her eyes wide, then she turned her head to her face, which seemed to be flushed somewhere.

No matter what I reacted to, I wondered if I was overreacting like this, but it turned out rather well.

Because it was said that there was a lot of mental agitation.

If you leave a term here, you can recover the agitation and make a cold judgment, so you have to drive right away.

“Actually… As Lydia knows, I have not been confined to a convent for a long time.”

There were times when they went out, but most of them were only when they took out numerous escorts for official matters.

Of course, it’s not like I can’t go out either.

I can only go out to the front yard of the church, that is, to the garden where I can take a walk.

Since this is a very large, kind of area where a convent and a church are attached together, it is virtually forbidden to go out of the area.

You can’t go out alone, and you can go out if you want to go out.

It’s just that they have to move together with an escort.

Am I crazy

Escorted to the imperial festival?

An otaku saintess, her true identity is Lily-sensei!

If you’re going to reveal that, that’s a very good way.

Anyway… If you ask how this happened, it’s all because of the daughter-in-law Pope’s grandfather who suddenly hit the ban because he didn’t know what kind of disaster he would face if he went outside.

She said she didn’t like her grandfather after her ban, of course, but she shut herself up in a convent.

That’s why I am living in a convent when I should be living in the Vatican.

“Right… “

Lydia knows that as well as I do.

Because she was a nun who had been with me since I was very young.

So it definitely works.

I was sure

“I… I have a place I want to go to.”

“Where I want to go… You mean?”

“Yes… But it’s a place you should never go with an escort.”

Escort.

To me, the saintess Lydia knew, it was a word that was like a rebellion.

Lydia put on a worried expression.

What should I do… Looking at Lydia’s contemplation for a long time, I was convinced.

However,

“I’m sorry, but it’s impossible.”

“Yes… ?”

No it can’t

I thought you would help…

Lydia cleared her throat as she saw my face changing to despair.

“… I can’t say that… ? I cannot give this kind of answer to the saintess who forgave and accepted me.”

“Ah… “

“Since she has the position of chief nun, it is easy for her to cheat… It’s just that I don’t know what will happen if someone high up comes to visit me in the meantime… “

“Well, you don’t have to worry about that. If something happens, I will stand up and defend myself as best I can!”

“Whoops… That is very reassuring.”

Lydia let out a breath as she said that.

Then she bit her lip and looked like she was contemplating something, then she looked at me.

“Instead… Can you please do me one favor?”

“Ask… What?”

What a favor…

When I answered, Lydia began twisting her body.

For a moment, she tilted her head, wondering if she was doing that to ask for a favor.

No way.

Ay no way

Lydia is pure.

Even if you ask for it, such a request

Harley…

I looked up at Lydia.

Lydia was definitely excited

‘Refuse… What are you doing… ?’

Then please don’t be too harsh.

I begged for it.

“Me, me and… “

So-so-so-so

Lydia, who continued to stutter her words and couldn’t follow her, soon lowered her head and shouted.

“I-uh… Ugh… So… ! Hey, why don’t you go on a date… ?!”

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Eh… ?

Barely… ?

For a moment, I put on a puzzled expression, forgetting that I was a saint.

What?