Chapter 397 – Enjoying the Prayer Ceremony -3-

“A blessing? Are you saying you want to receive a blessing from me?”

“Yes. Strong soul… May my granddaughter bring prosperity to the druids of Wilgrim.”

The words grace and blessing are words that are not related to oneself but to Atra, which is in close range.

But this old elf did not even glance at the saint next to her, and he thrust her granddaughter at Roman.

“I think you are looking for the wrong person to ask for. Even if you ask me to give you a blessing, I don’t know how to do it because I am not a member of the church.”

“There is no need to call it a special method. All you have to do is place your hand on your head, feel the sublime mana, and say a word.”

“No, apart from everything else, what is a strong soul? I have never experienced being called by such a grand name in my life.”

“A person with a high purity of soul has a strong soul. I can tell about Obate’s bloodline.”

It means a shell without anything special.

“···.”

Roman scratched his itching chin and looked down at the elf standing in front of him.

Despite her youthful appearance, this girl may have lived a longer life than she did.

The girl’s eyes, staring at her, had a depth that was different from Rike’s.

‘I think it’s going to be a bother.’

Her original intention was to improve her own sexuality and become involved with someone without knowing it.

Moreover, although it is a simple request that is not difficult in terms of action, the meaning is very burdensome.

Normally, if I refused or felt bothered by not leaving, I would have run away.

However!

The reason she hesitates at the absurd request she is faced with is because she has something to say to Atra.

The saint was staring intently.

Roman can feel her gaze filled with curiosity.

‘I spoke first about the understanding and lifestyle of other races…’

Of course, that wasn’t the original purpose.

It would be better to spend your time sightseeing rather than sitting around and wasting your valuable time.

The real purpose was to come out and enjoy the food of the Federal Republic.

Roman, who persuaded Atra with the word ‘understanding’ for her purpose, has an attitude to show in this situation.

“It’s not difficult. The method is simple, so I don’t mind doing it…”

“””Oooh -!!”””

A group of elves who introduced themselves as druids exclaimed at the good news.

“But is it okay for an elf to receive a blessing from a human?”

“We, Wilgrim’s druids, are not limited to elves. Of course, humans also belong, and each has their own responsibilities. This time, I led her granddaughter to visit the Origin Festival.”

He seems to be itching to explain more about his mission, why he came to the prayer ceremony, and the current situation of the druids.

This old elf seemed to enjoy talking to someone, so Roman quickly lowered his eyes.

“Your granddaughter?”

“This is Mia Obate. I would appreciate it if you could call me Mia.”

When Roman’s eyes turned, the blunt girl who had kept her mouth shut opened her mouth for the first time.

“I don’t know if I can properly do something as grand as a blessing, but I will do it right away.”

“You can speak comfortably.”

As the girl said, if you place your hand on her head and congratulate her, that may be correct.

She is round, so let’s place our hands on the elf’s already blessed head.

The blonde hair felt like silk under my fingers. From there, mana flows lightly like water as the opponent wants.

“···Mia. Do your best in the future.”

“!”

The elf girl, feeling Roman’s mana, broke her stern expression and stopped in a startled state.

The old man who had first asked Roman for a favor smiled happily at the picture he had expected and nodded at her.

Roman wondered if something was wrong, so he hurriedly dropped her hand.

“This is the honor of a lifetime! You strong soul!!!”

“Uh…What?!”

The girl then gets down on her knees and tries to fuck her head.

Roman showed a rare look of embarrassment and grabbed her arms and jumped up.

“This child is of the same Obate lineage as me, but is still immature. He must have felt it only now.”

“···If it’s over, I’ll just leave.”

I have a feeling that the explanation about her granddaughter’s misdeeds will be long.

After handing the girl over to the happy-looking old man, Roman hurriedly left the place with Atra, ignoring the voice of gratitude coming from behind her.

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Since then, people I have never met have continued to approach me.

There were quite a few people in the center who recognized Roman, and the rumor had already spread.

It has reached a point where when one person says, ‘It’s that person!’, Most people recognize Roman.

In fact, the requests of the elves who called themselves druids were at the level of cuteness.

From the humans of the Federation who crawl on the floor asking to be accepted as disciples since they are of the same species.

In a reality where the path to escape from a bleak life is narrower than the eye of a needle, there were women who openly approached Roman, saying they wanted the position of his wife or concubine.

‘You can see far away. If a mixed race person has the power or achievements to ignore discrimination, is that better than a mediocre pure blood person…?’

Success due to children? Those who were able to endure that much waiting were themselves experts in long-term investment.

Roman frowned and sighed at the sight of her voluptuous breasts being subtly revealed or her skirt raised slightly, trying to fish with underwear that did not function properly.

Atra blushed at the naked sight and her temptation and was at a loss for what to do.

Since he was a guest from the empire, it was difficult to use violence unless it was a crime.

In the end, the two left the center with their robes on.

I sat in a quiet place on the outskirts and took a break.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t expect this situation.”

“No! It’s absolutely not Brother Roman’s fault! It certainly seems like the federal government has a very different sex culture than the empire.”

“Not quite.”

“Yes?”

It was a voice that could easily predict what kind of expression Atra would be wearing under her robes.

Roman expressed his thoughts as he looked at the crowded street from afar.

“I got the impression that there were some similarities between it and the Empire.”

“Is that so?”

“In fact, there are quite a few cases of attacking the opposite sex in that way, even among the adventurers of the empire.”

At Roman’s words, the saint’s mouth, visible from beneath the piece of cloth covered with it, drooled.

“When I was young, I slept a lot and was very scared, so I was confined to the church, and when I became a saint, I was always accompanied by a guard, so this is something I didn’t know…”

Roman, who had been listening to Atra’s self-deprecating story, saying that there was still so much he didn’t know and that he was foolish, got up from where he was sitting.

“It’s still early, but what are you going to do? If we cover it up like this, I don’t think there will be any major problems looking inside.”

“Uhmmm…”

“You can go back to the church, or you can go inside and find a store where you can get a meal.”

Atra patted her stomach inside her robes.

She ate the sweet bread, but her stomach, which had endured it all, already felt empty.

As I keep walking and being pushed around by the crowds, I would be lying if I said I was not hungry now.

‘Brother, you didn’t eat properly either, right?’

All Roman ate was a loaf of honey cheese bread that Atra fed him.

People who can strengthen their bodies can survive even if they starve for several days.

She knows from Majella that hunger is felt properly.

“It’s been a while, so let’s go inside. It’s a lot of fun to study, but it’s a shame to miss out on an opportunity like this.”

“All right.”

As she gave her answer, Atra stood up from her seat, pressed down her robe, and carefully grabbed Roman’s sleeve.

And silence.

“Brother Roman?”

I don’t know why.

After preparations were completed and Roman did not move from his seat as time passed, Atra raised a question in his voice.

“···Atra. It looks like we have a guest.”

“Are you a guest?”

“I think it would be better to wait here rather than in a crowded place.”

Atra stopped when told to wait.

‘Customer? Does this mean that the saint has come?’

Roman’s senses might have felt it, so Atra waited quietly.

Soon, something huge that even Art could feel began to be caught.

“?!”

This is definitely not a saint.

If Roman, who made up his mind to kill anyone in sight, was amazing because he was not caught by anything, this character stood out for his boldness in expressing his existence without hiding it.

“I’m here. You can’t get away from me.”

It was difficult for the saint to accurately grasp the situation as her vision was obstructed by a piece of cloth covering her face.

Atra, feeling the warm air, raised her hood to secure her gaze.

I saw Roman raising his head to the sky.

Atra lifted up her head accordingly. What you see is a dragon descending from the sky with soft wings.

Chi-ik -!

As soon as the Yongin’s feet touched the ground. The stone floor, unable to withstand the heat, screamed.

Algrat also had a natural heat, but it was on a completely different level.

‘···Theodor Spenta?’

You can just tell from Roman’s perspective. The physical characteristics that I had heard about through rumors stand out. Above all, what cannot be denied is its mighty power.

The Yongin people who made eye contact approached the two people with a cheerful smile.

“This is really interesting. Algrat deserved the helpless defeat.”

As Roman hid behind Atra to protect him, the eyes of the dragon race turned towards the saint.

He stopped for a moment there and scratched his chin with his fingernails, showing that he was embarrassed.

“Are they just trying to reproduce? I don’t know anything else, but I can’t interfere with this.”

“W-what are you saying…!”

From the Yongin tribe’s point of view, these words were not intended to be malicious. Roman knew the Yongin tribe’s divided perception of reproduction, so he prepared a response by consistently ignoring it.

Atra, who had come this far and experienced the limitations of the concept of sex, immediately understood and made a sound of shame.

“Whether it’s a human, a furball, or an earl, they all enjoy being wasteful. I can’t believe it takes so much time to prepare for mating.”

Even though it wasn’t my intention.

It was a word that stigmatized him as someone who was not easy.