Chapter 396 – Enjoying the Prayer Ceremony -2-

Atra was captivated by Roman’s persuasion.

Are you possessed? Really?

No, to explain it that way, the saint herself is aware of the fact that there is a speck of dust in her heart that she cannot be proud of.

Maybe it’s a little different from saying she was possessed.

Her true feelings, which she could not clearly reveal, may have been just her imagination, and she may have just wanted to give in to his sweet temptation.

“It’s my first time wandering around the federal capital so freely…”

Roman, who came out of the church, stayed by Atra’s side and matched her walking speed.

Atra rolled her eyes busily with each step she took.

“Let’s go slowly. Like Atra, it’s my first time visiting the federal capital, so I want to take my time.”

“Yes, yes!”

Roman says that, so why come all the way here and get away with it?

After giving her thanks, Atra walked slowly, trying to take in the sights of the Federation’s capital and Wonje.

“The Yongin people’s prayer ceremony is more like a real festival than I expected, rather than being as solemn as I thought.”

“I think this is also a characteristic they have.”

“That’s right. Like Brother Roman said, it’s important to understand other aspects.”

The capital of a federal state is larger than the capital of an empire.

The number of alleys leading somewhere was ridiculously large, and the wide open streets had no end in sight.

The two walked vaguely through a space that showed something new with every step, and the street where the prayer service was taking place became more crowded as they went deeper inside.

While moving forward, Atra’s steps rapidly slowed down.

I was definitely walking, but it was almost like I had stopped.

“Atra?”

“···.”

It was a street vendor who caught her eye and wouldn’t let go.

Roman, who saw that she couldn’t take his eyes off her, lowered his upper body and asked.

“Would you like to try it?”

“Eh! No, that…!”

“I’m curious because there are so many customers. Let’s go.”

When Roman stood at the end of the long line of street vendors, Atra hesitated and joined him.

Only then did Roman peek his head to the side and check the wooden sign hanging on the street vendor.

[Honey Cheese Bread]

There is only one menu, but the form of receiving it is different for each race.

It gives the feeling that a lot of attention is being paid there.

‘There is only one menu for sale…? ‘Are you saying it’s cheese bread topped with honey?’

You can guess the taste just from the name. Next, I wondered if it would be delicious.

But.

Personally, I trust the business style of sticking to only one menu and pushing it forward.

Moreover, the tribe selling the food was like a guaranteed check in this direction.

“This is my first time seeing a dwarf doing business here. Excellent dexterity would also have an effect on cooking, right?”

“Well, seeing as the business is doing so well, it’s not like it’s not going away.”

As the saint said, the owner of the street vendor appears to be a dwarf with a bushy beard.

He stood on the podium, adjusted to the eye level of the guests, and was working hard with his short, thick arms.

I was very interested in the menu that Atra was selling, but the scene itself seemed fascinating.

“It’s clear you have quick hands.”

The queue, which was thought to be quite long, shortened faster than the two expected.

Soon, as her turn approached, Atra gulped her saliva.

“Welcome. Are there two of you?”

Roman shows positivity and orders two.

The dwarf checked the fireplace behind him and returned to his seat.

“I have to wait about 3 minutes for the dough to cook. Is that okay? I have one left so I can do it right away.”

“Then just one.”

“I’ll do the math!”

“It’s okay. This much.”

Atra opened the mouth of her purse, which she was holding in a hurry, but Roman did not wait and handed the fairy tale over to the dwarf.

“I’ll make it right away.”

After finishing the calculation, the dwarf moved his tongs and picked up the steaming flat bread.

I stacked the ingredients neatly, rolled them up, wrapped the lower part with paper, and handed them to Roman.

‘Is cheese cheese ice cream? If it’s honey… It won’t be bad.’

After receiving the menu, Roman left his line and handed the food to Atra.

The following steps naturally headed towards an empty chair.

“Let’s eat and move slowly.”

“Thank you. Wouldn’t it have been better to buy your share as well?”

“For me, just appreciation is enough.”

Atra showed a light smile at Roman’s words.

“It’s quite a burden on your shoulders. Well…! I’ll make sure to tell you that!”

Atra bit into the bread, being careful not to spill the contents.

At the same time, sky blue eyes flashed.

‘It’s delicious -!!!’

This is the ultimate taste of knowledge.

The correct price should be silver or gold coins, not copper coins.

If Majella had tasted it, she would have smiled happily, and if she had been Shuel, she might have fainted.

Hot and fluffy bread, cheese that tastes like ice crystals, and sweet honey.

I come to my senses and the fatigue that had been accumulating on the floor disappears at once.

As Atra took another bite, Roman asked with a happy expression.

“How is it?”

“It’s so delicious… That!”

Atra was in deep thought, covering her mumbling mouth with one hand.

Roman nodded as if he understood.

“That’s enough of an impression.”

“No! That’s not it. I really want you to try this, brother…”

“Haha! Is it that delicious?”

Atra’s eyes turned to the street vendor again, but her line was longer than before.

From Atra’s perspective, who has tasted it, the queue is understandable.

Everyone should know this taste.

‘I told you earlier that we should just wait!’

Even if it took 30 minutes instead of 3, the food was worth the wait.

“Brother, I will share this with you. There is enough!”

Atra grabbed a corner of the bread and tore it off.

Seeing it in her own hands, an unexpected problem occurred to her saint.

‘What?’

Atra, driven by her little excitement, tore off the bread and found herself wondering how to hand it to Roman.

She actually ripped it off, but should she put it in Roman’s palm?

The moment you loosen your grip on her, cheese and honey will flow out?

After mulling over her thoughts until her honey peeked out and touched her fingers, Artra made a decision.

“···Tongue, brother!!!”

“Did you call me?”

She didn’t say why she was called.

Atra, as she was, brought her hand close to Roman’s face.

Roman, who read the situation without even needing to explain what it meant, smiled mischievously.

Seeing that mischievous look, Atra blushed and made an impatient voice.

“Don’t laugh so hard, hurry!”

“If this is the case, it would be difficult to collect the request fee from the church.”

Roman maintained the mood with a light joke and ate the bread Atra gave him.

Roman exclaimed with admiration that he finally understood how Atra felt.

As Atra sympathized with her words, she looked at her hands blankly.

I feel like I have unintentionally made a huge departure.

‘···Isn’t this a bit different to other people?’

She rolled her eyes, somehow agreeing with the words of Art Ragaroman, who was conscious of her.

Look here or there.

In this place, which can be considered the border of the prayer ceremony, there are groups of people who appear to be lovers or married couples.

What he did to Roman was laughable, like a child.

No one showed any interest or attention, but the heat in Atra’s cheeks did not leave easily.

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“It can be said that it is the center from here.”

“Wow… That’s a huge crowd.”

“I have to be careful not to fall. This is a good flow for pickpockets.”

By the time we got here, one prisoner’s wrist had already been smashed by Roman.

From then on, Atra grabbed Roman’s clothes and moved.

– Isn’t that the person?
– Oh! It’s real!
– Should I ask for some seeds? Even humans don’t know.
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‘What?’

Roman narrowed his eyes at her gaze, which was blindly focused on him rather than the beautiful saint.

As she got closer to the center she was feeling it, but now it was blatant.

Her party, Roman, does not know. Of course, Art doesn’t know either.

He was victorious over Algrat, a pure-blood dragon race, in front of everyone.

It contains more meaning than Roman and Atra can imagine.

Like right now.

“I meet a strong soul.”

“···?”

Roman and Atra stopped at the group of elves that suddenly appeared and bowed.

Roman hid Atra behind her just in case.

Although it was unexpected, she received a polite greeting, so she started by asking questions.

“Who are you?”

At Roman’s voice, the elves straightened their backs and showed their faces.

Next.

The old elf who seemed to be leading the group let out a dry voice.

“We are druids living in the outskirts of Wilgrim.”

“Druid… So what’s going on?”

“First of all, I would like to apologize for my rudeness in blocking your path. I was moved to visit you because I was moved to meet a strong spirit at the prayer ceremony where I did not have high expectations.”

Roman and Atra blinked at the completely incomprehensible words.

Nevertheless, the old man did not stop and moved his dry, twisted mouth.

“This child will lead the druids of Willgrim in the future. If you don’t mind, could you please bless her granddaughter’s future?”

The wrinkled elf handed the stick he was holding to the group next to him.

Grab the elf, who appears to be a young girl, by the shoulders.

It appeared in front of Roman, not Saint Atra.