Chapter 364 – Corner of the Church -1-

“Mazella. Do you really have to wake me up? If I don’t wake up, there will be a real disaster.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be keeping my journal in this room.”

“Ugh… Please.”

As soon as she arrived at the church called Atra, she crawled under the covers and lay down on the bed.

In the current situation, even if you look at a paper full of type, you will not be able to properly understand the content.

In order to avoid making mistakes in important work, I desperately needed sleep to replenish moisture in my dry head that had stopped spinning.

‘When I wake up, I carefully finish the last review of the letter… And prepare for when Brother Roman comes…’

That’s the end.

That was the last thought I had with my eyes closed.

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“Saint.”

“!”

“It’s the time you mentioned.”

Atra, hearing Majella’s voice, let out a scream inside her.

‘Buh, already?! Lies… Lies -!!!’

I obviously just closed my eyes and suddenly it’s time to wake up.

Time went by so fast that everything in the world was crazy, and the brief sleep was sweet and sweet like honey.

“I’ll wake up…”

Atra raised her upper body from the bed, her half-asleep eyes glaring.

Then, she lifted her head and looked at the wall as if she was staring blankly at her and smiled.

“Are you okay?”

Majella, worried about her strange behavior, approached Atra’s side.

Atra, who had wiped away her laughter with a sigh, now had a dumbfounded expression on her face and opened her mouth.

“Do you know what I just thought?”

“I do not know.”

“Sleep was so sweet… I thought about turning into a bear or a squirrel and hibernating.”

“···.”

It’s a joke that someone else would have laughed at and sympathized with.

Coming from her saintly mouth, the weight of her voice was different.

Regardless of what the escort thought or not, Atra lowered her legs and got up from the bed, stretching out and chasing away the fur that had clung to her whole body.

“Mazella. Do you know that?”

It wasn’t a question she wanted an answer to, so she waited quietly, and Atra released her body, smiled, and started talking.

“When I was a nun, I was scolded every day for sleeping too much. Even on my days off, I would just sleep in my room every day.”

“I heard that from other priests the day I was first assigned to guard the saint. I have heard it often since then.”

“It’s a shame that other priests remember it too… But that was the happiest time in those days.”

“As I remember the past, I highly praise the saint’s growth and achievements so far.”

Atra sat down at her table and quenched her thirst with water from a cup.

She held her pen, showing the corner of her mouth feeling lethargic.

“···Would you believe it if you saw me back then and see me now?”

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“Brother Roman… I really, really appreciate it, but you don’t have to take care of me like this every time.”

“I guess it’s a habit. When I arrived at the church and looked at her hands, I saw that she had already bought it.”

“For us, the brother’s consideration for the hard work of the church is enough…”

Words and actions are separate.

Shuel couldn’t take his eyes off the heavy dessert box he received from Roman.

It was an added bonus that the drool accumulated in her mouth gulp down.

Roman, who was happily watching the scene, whispered softly with a mischievous smile.

“This is. Actually, it is a gesture of goodwill and a bribe to ask the nun for a favor.”

“H-yeah?! No… That?”

Shuel didn’t know what to do when he heard the word bribe and couldn’t hide his embarrassment.

It was actually a funny reaction, but Roman immediately talked back, thinking that he shouldn’t drag this prank on for too long.

“I would like to borrow the judgment of a nun rather than the intuition and insight of an adventurer. I would like you to select a few desserts that the saint might prefer.”

“Ji, you were really surprised! Brother… Even if it’s a joke, if someone hears it, it could be a big problem!”

Shuel was reassured and cautioned by making his own serious and scary expression.

“I’ll be careful. I’m sorry.”

“···.”

The young nun, who thought Roman would clear it up with a mischievous smile, was surprised by her apology and hesitated.

“That is, brother, if you truly feel remorse! The Goddess will show her love and kindness and will not punish you, but will cover you!”

She mimicked the way the nun spoke, making it seem like she was remembering what she had been up to.

Roman put her hands together and covered her mouth, pretending to pray, to hide her bursting laughter.

“I’m glad you can be forgiven.”

“···.”

At the end of his words, Shuel asked him to wait a moment.

She took the box and left her seat.

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“If you prepare it like this, even the saintess will be satisfied!”

“Thank you for your help, Sister.”

“I’m glad I could help you, even in a small way.”

She said she had properly selected and completed her preparations, and she sent her message through Shuel, who returned at just the right time.

Roman, who was waiting, was guided by Shuel, who came with the answer, and headed towards the church’s ward.

The corner of the building where you go further down the long hallway.

There are just very few people.

The space itself was nothing special and seemed like a place for priests to rest.

‘There is.’

When we arrived at a position where we could see each other, we saw the saint and her escort getting up from their chairs and bowing their heads.

The escort, who had been walking with great strides, arrived in front and greeted Roman with a courtesy.

Shuel handed the dessert to Majella and gave a polite greeting to Roman.

“Brother Roman! I’ll just go back to work!”

“See you next time, Sister.”

“···Yes! I pray that the Goddess’ protection will be with you on your path ahead.”

“Thank you.”

I saw Shuel, who was busy taking short strides, turn the corner and disappear.

Roman headed to the table with Majella’s guidance.

As we got close enough to hear each other without raising her voice, the saint shook her light blue hair and expressed her apology.

“I’m sorry for meeting you in a place that is not appropriate for you, brother.”

“This atmosphere is more comfortable for adventurers, so there is no need for the saintess to worry. It is largely my fault that she suddenly made an appointment on the same day.”

She may have various reasons as well.

Because the church operates in shifts that work 24 hours a day, there are countless people sleeping behind the doors.

It was rare to find a place where sleeping people could easily come to their senses and freely express their voices wherever they looked.

Is that the only reason?

No matter what anyone says, she is a saint who is the symbol of the church.

‘In this dark time, it would be unacceptable to have a secret room with a saint in the church.’

Additionally, it is not a good idea for others to see someone with such a high position asking for advice from an adventurer.

Anyway, even though I thought she was an outsider, I felt like she had a tiring life with all sorts of things attached to her.

“Brother, would you like to take a seat first?”

“Excuse me.”

She accepted the saint’s invitation and sat down opposite her.

After confirming that the two people were seated, Majella stood in the middle holding a tray.

Rattling-

She took the plate and glass from the tray she was carrying and placed them in the empty space on the table.

“This is the refreshment your brother has prepared.”

“We are in a position to provide hospitality to the brothers who came to the church… Thank you. You always take care of Shuel, so I am always grateful.”

“I bought it out of habit while I was trying to clear my head. It’s embarrassing to even be thanked like that.”

Majella, who had put the dessert on the table, walked backwards and placed her back against the wall.

In her conversation, she pretends not to care about herself.

She was working hard to make her presence seem like a stone statue.

“Saint. How can I help you? The story I heard at the mansion is too fragmentary, so I would like to hear it in detail if possible.”

Roman, who wet his mouth with the tea that came with him, was the first to speak.

“Before we talk about that, can I tell you what I need to know?”

“Of course.”

“The letter has completed its final review and has been sent to the imperial family.”

“Thank you for your hard work, saint.”

“I am truly embarrassed to receive your thanks… I was planning to send it after receiving your confirmation, but I sent it before the sun sets in order to correct the discrepancy as soon as possible.”

“That’s enough.”

At the end of his words, Art held out the envelope of documents in front of him to Roman.

“This contains a copy of the letter sent to the imperial family. Please feel free to attach additional materials or opinions, so please read it and feel free to let us know if you see any parts that may be problematic or are lacking.”

“When I get back, I’ll read it with Ricke.”

“That’s all I need to convey. Is there anything else I need to explain about this job?”

“No. Now it’s time for me to answer the saint’s question.”

How can something happen and pass so quickly?

It was a refreshing feeling that relieved all tension.

Atra supplemented her brain’s lack of energy with her dessert before popping her question to Roman.

“You can think about it slowly. On the other hand, you can just throw it away. There will be no such thing as restricting the number of questions asked.”

“Thank you for your generosity, brother.”

“However, there may be parts where we cannot answer your question.”

“I am aware of it.”

From then on, Roman waited for a question or explanation to come out of the saint’s mouth.

Atra continued her momentary contemplation, holding her fork in one hand, then pursed her lips.