Chapter 14 – Dating?

It was the next day. Originally, it was common sense for people to take two days off on Saturday and Sunday in a row, so I was lying on the inn bed, basking in the morning sunlight, thinking I should take a break today, but I had a sudden thought .

Sermon.

Clearly, today was the day the Brass Holy Angel Society held a sermon.

A sermon held in a church is a regular event that explains doctrines and benefits, saying that if you join our religion, you can go to heaven, and if you get promoted to intermediate, you can heal when you get hurt, for the purpose of gathering new believers. .

The biggest feature is that visitors are provided with a bottle of holy water as a souvenir, which was a bait to catch the uneducated poor who had no money and regarded holy water as a panacea.

When such bastards join a religion, they will rot as low-level believers for the rest of their lives and faithfully pay their tithes. From my point of view, the church of the other world was different from multi-level.

Above all, the holy water given was the [Least holy water].

Not the lowest, but the lowest.

At that point, it doesn’t seem to make much of a difference.

In fact, it may be that they only give real fresh water. It doesn’t seem like the church will be any different in this savage age of crazy crooks. It’s not priests who can detect divine power, and if you hand over this water while asking for holy water in a church, the people who don’t know anything believe that it’s holy water and call it a placebo effect, but after eating that, my back doesn’t hurt, my knees won’t be cold, I’ll be talking bullshit while trembling with this damn dog bowl.

I wonder if it would be okay if they believed that way, but the fact that they were deceived does not fundamentally change.

After talking for some reason, it seems that it has become an established fact that they give fresh water instead of holy water, but please be assured that it is just what they say and not really like that. The least reliable people in this world were religious people.

Anyway, I wasn’t interested in such holy water, and above all, I didn’t believe in God, so I wasn’t interested at all. If I had to argue, I might have attended if they gave me a loaf of bread instead of holy water. I also tried the holy water given out at the sermon the other day, so I know that it doesn’t have any effect. I am willing to go out if I can save even the price of food.

And well, I don’t believe in the gods of our world, so it’s out of common sense to believe in the gods of another world. According to what I roughly picked up, it is said that in this world, gods descend in incarnate form, and they say that the divine power itself is the power of the gods, but I had no idea that it was a real god.

Being born in a country where polytheism had collapsed and Christ was revered as the only god, there was no way I could believe in Eisermartini, the god of order, or Dantemoné, the god of the moon.

Something keeps falling into Samcheonpo.

Normally, when I wake up on a weekend morning, there is something like that. But to explain the most important thing, the point of those random thoughts that came out of nowhere was that they weren’t so comfortable.

“Oh, fuck…”

Come to think of it, didn’t I promise to go to the sermon with Winia after making a nonsensical excuse?

When I realized that fact, my heart started beating fast. I felt stuffiness, as if the tar-like tentacles of the octopus, stained black, were squeezing my heart.

It felt like I had just come up with an absurdly bad idea. Although it was actually a bad thing. It would have been nice if I had just been sleeping without thinking.

“Isn’t this a bitch?”

Spending the weekend with Winia doesn’t make sense…

It never occurred to me that Winia, a sorceress who must be busy, would really invest her precious days and go there with me solely for the purpose of making me suffer.

No… It’s creepy that it’s possible to do that enough when I think about it a little negatively. It was my wish that it was just that.

I believed I guess he just said that with the intention of making me anxious at that moment. One hundred percent will.

Where is a mage’s idle job?

On my days off, I would study magic by myself, make some scrolls, earn pocket money, and go to the Mage Tower to play. If that wasn’t the case, he would teach junior wizards at least magic, or recover mana while meditating. If not, it would be good to memorize the long tradition.

The wizards’ daily routine was overflowing with such productive things, so I thought that a day would not be enough even if I did just enough of them. Surely it will. Rather, it made more sense. Aren’t wizards extremely smart and rational beings? No matter how much Winia is a bitch without common sense, the essence is that she is a wizard. I will definitely think rationally and live.

That time when I thought of it with the power of positivity and tried to spread it again by covering up the anxiety that had swollen like a sprout that had crawled out of the ground.

“—!”

A loud noise was heard from outside.
Who is it, a bird with no concept who makes a loud noise from early in the morning like this.

As expected, there was no such thing as common sense among the people of this world. When I thought about it, there was nothing really different about Hell Joseon. Anyway, I hope you will stop making loud noises on weekend mornings.

“—!”

I tried to ignore it and go to sleep, but the loud misdemeanor showed no signs of stopping screaming.

Maybe you don’t know Maybe he was run over by a carriage and screaming.

It’s a pity, but the report was supposed to be replaced by someone nice and just, instead of the sleepy me. In the first place, in a world without 911, I didn’t even know how to report it.

“—!”

It felt a little better when I pulled the blanket over myself. Let’s just go to sleep.

ㅡ thump thump.

This time downstairs was noisy again.

What kind of idle, crazy motherfucking bastard is drinking all day long and tap-dancing on the first floor? The world was such a mess that when I tried to sleep, it was quiet until then, but then suddenly erections and wild Bruce dancing cubs would appear.

Why do people upstairs drive nails into the walls at night, and why do people upstairs jump in the living room at night? What does night mean to them? It was clear to me that they were performing some kind of ominous ritual nightly.

In the depths of my doubts, I began to think that those times were the best.

ㅡBoom!

And my door was opened.
I was terrified and pulled the blanket over me.

—-What you see.

“Bastard.”

The pink-haired busty sorceress.
It was Winia.

“I have to come when called.”

I fell asleep at this unbelievable reality. My vision went dark for a while. Crab foam started to come out of his mouth. It wouldn’t be so bad to lie down in bed like this and fall asleep forever.

—-Bah!

“Ouch!”
“It wasn’t enough that my bastard kept me waiting, so he made me come and find me, and when he does, he falls asleep right in front of my eyes? What a surprise! What do you think of the promise!”

The wand could not only use magic, but it was also possible to inflict physical blows to the head like this.

I woke up screaming in pain and amazement and was immediately taken by Winia. Winia is a magician, but she is also a trader in strength, so she was able to drag me around with her bare hands.

“Let’s go!”
“Uh, where?”
“Did you forget you were supposed to go out with me today?”

Unfortunately, she didn’t seem to have forgotten her promise that day. Bye bye my beautiful day I was thinking of reading books, exercising, and being lazy while spending my time comfortably, but it just went crazy. This shit.

“Hey, wait a minute! Wash up before you go out!”
“You don’t have to wash!”
“What are you talking about?”
“Because bastards are cute when they’re scruffy!”
“How cute is this!”
“Yeah, well? Just like a big messy dog? Anyway, let’s go quickly!”

I was immediately dragged out, so I had to go outside wearing only shoes without even washing.

Winia seemed to be suffering from an antisocial psychosis who found pleasure in walking her big, dirty dog.

As far as I know, there doesn’t seem to be any religion that specializes in healing the sick mind. If there was, he would have said, “Let’s go there for a sermon, a nabal, and a play.”

“Ah, sir…”

Her hair her, which has grown to her shoulders her, is messy and untidy, and her clothes her are sloppy and she has n’t even washed her face.

If I were a woman, it was clear that just walking with a man like this would hurt my pride and scream in fear.

But Winia smiled all the way through her, and she just held my hand and marched briskly. I don’t know what this sadist woman likes.

“Then what bastard want to do first? You said you were going to church preaching? Let’s go there first!”
“Originally, when you go to church, the concept is to keep your body clean.”
“It’s fine with me. No one cares if my bastard is dirty but me, right?”
“Is that so? Well, that’s okay.”

I couldn’t help but feel that Winia said ‘first’. Could it be that you intend to stick with me for the rest of the day?

I was too afraid to ask.

Well, he came to me from the morning like this, but there was no way he would let me go…

“Brothers and sisters, welcome.”
“The preaching hall is inside.”

After walking for some time, we arrived at the Brass Holy Angel Society Church.

In this large church, it seemed that a lot of people had gathered for a sermon to be crowded from the entrance.

What kind of movie do you gather in a place like this at a time like this to enjoy a movie by converting to an alternative religion? Religion won’t save you. The only thing that can save you is your own strength. If there was a God, he was right that he should have saved me from Winia long ago.

“There’s a lot of people. Bastard, do you have to hold my hand tight so you don’t lose it? I don’t think I really know what to do if a bastard disappears on its own in the confusion.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll hold you tight like a mother’s hand.”
“What are you talking about?”

Leaving behind the soliciting nuns and priests, I entered the gymnasium inside the church. The church in the other world not only teaches good words, but also conducts specialized military training based on the common idea of ​​exterminating evil beings.

The gymnasium was there for that. What would the Paladins and Crusaders do in the church during their remaining time? I can’t even hit my daughter, so I’ll just shed sweat and blood.

Anyway, the large gymnasium was packed with people attending the sermon.

“Nice to meet you, saints of tomorrow. Today we have prepared this place…”

As I was spending time with Winia, who was bothering me here and there, the sermon started soon. The old man, who introduced himself as Senior Priest Alfredo, continued his tedious explanation. It would be nice to have a chair, but it was the principal’s instructional words that one would inevitably hear while standing in the playground.

“Do you bastard really care about this stuff?”
“As I said, my purpose is holy water, not religious enlightenment. Health is important.”
“You’re giving holy water to all these people? No matter how I look at it, I think I’ll just give you something like a dick pretending to be holy water. What do we bastards think?”
“Well, I heard and see.”

I know that, bitch.

Dealing with Winia, who seemed unable to stand her boredom her, I too was bored and decided to give the doctrine a listen.

The doctrine of the Brass Holy Angel Society was this.

First of all, beat the monster that kills a human, kill it once you see an evil human, don’t do bad things against morals, kill the bastard who does that, otherwise kill yourself, punish what’s not right. Then you will be able to go to heaven, long live verde, the righteous god of balance. It was something like this.

If you just listen to it, you might think it is a moderately good religion, but if you think about it for just 3 more seconds, you can see that most of the doctrines end with ‘Kill’.

What kind of criminal group is this? In fact, when you consider that about 50% of the clergy prosecuted for assault in this city [Krasheim] Belong to the Brass Holy Angel Society, it becomes a bit strange. As an appendix, the remaining 50% belong to the Gwangmyeong Star Cross.

The source is something I picked up here and there from the adventurer’s guild, so don’t trust it.

Anyway, time didn’t pass.