Chapter 402 – Escort -2-

At most, one or two months. It wasn’t that long ago.

Shuel, one of the members of the church, said this while Saddam was tasting the dessert gifted to him by Roman.

Artara is said to have been a gentle and altruistic person ever since she was an ordinary nun.

At the same time, she could be said to be secretly pampered, but she wasn’t without a bit of a childish side.

– I assure you that Atra is a person who deserves the name saint more than anyone else in the world. However, contradictorily, she thought that the name saint was too heavy for a gentle and affectionate person to be alone…

In the eyes of Shuel, who has been with her since the past when Atra was not called a saint.

The current Atra shows only the selfless and dedicated side of her that she possesses.

In the name of faithfulness and mission, she seemed to be forcing her eyes to avoid looking at her personal needs and desires, and she was presumptuously worried, she said, frowning and arching her eyebrows.

She said, ‘If she were to be called a saint and represent her order overnight without any preparation, she would have had no choice but to remain that way.’

Roman has seen and knows many people who have come to terms with reality in that way.

She knows how painful it is to live a life where you have to stay away from what you want without warning and suppress your big and small desires.

Even though she may be a convenience, she dares to put out of her mouth the words that she understands her saintliness.

“There are a lot of things I want to try right now… Will you escort me properly?”

“It is an honour.”

“···!”

“It’s hard to irresponsibly promise to do everything you want. But I promise I’ll try my best.”

“Yes… That’s more than enough.”

Roman smiled and showed positivity without hesitation.

As if Atra had encountered unexpected joy. She bit her moist lips and smiled brightly.

The saintly woman’s excited mood caught in Roman’s eyes is transparent and vivid. It almost gives the illusion that the animal ears, which are just her headband, are pricking and moving.

‘Okay. If she were a saint of the church, she would have been quite rough.’

Seeing her happy smile makes me think that first of all, I should grease the stomach of her saint, which is stained with the bland meals of her order.

“Good. Would you like to tell me about what you want to try at dinner?”

“Yes!”

When you say escort, it’s escort.

To add another meaning, it is to accompany an official event or banquet and provide protection and simple manners.

‘It’s not difficult.’

Let’s infer Atra’s point of view from Roman’s perspective.

Rather, she is an adventurer and is not a member of the church, but has a distant relationship.

With that in mind, it is believed that she can honestly express her desires and make requests like a bamboo forest.

“Atra. Is there any food you would like to eat?”

“!”

The saint instantly fell into a whirlpool of worry.

Even when she asks what he wants to eat. Isn’t she Atra, who was chosen and put into this position without even having the time to get an education?

I still don’t know much about foods whose names resemble the chants of wizards and are ridiculously over ten letters long.

‘Oh, what should I do? Brother, you are worth platinum. Should I choose the most luxurious food…?’

Even when I sat down with VIPs such as the royal family or nobles, I ate nibbles and focused on the conversation.

If there was a problem, Majella would stay by her side and tell her or point it out.

With the situation we are facing, we cannot hope for help from Majella. For now, it is up to Atra herself to make her decision.

“How’s the take?”

Atra, who was watching Roman, somehow managed to say that the only food that came to mind was in the category of good atmosphere and old-fashioned taste.

There’s no way Roman wouldn’t catch the feeling that you’re just throwing away something that comes to mind rather than something you’re attracted to.

“Are you okay with a real steak? You don’t have to think about my position. I’m a human being who has no problem eating grass.”

“Ugh…”

Atra put her hands together and made a gesture of uncertainty by crackling her fingers.

Even though it was not a specialized field, he was embarrassed by the perception that he was ignorant.

Roman retained her saintly choice but widened her width by one space.

“Instead of just eating steak, how about a course meal with it as the main course? There are many side dishes, so there will be something that suits your taste.”

“Yes… That would be good.”

“In addition, since it is an event led by the Yongin tribe, it seems like meat dishes are the trend. Maybe you can eat rare parts or special meat.”

Atra seemed confused about the classification of meat and just blinked. Roman led the way by saying that he would guide us.

“Please take it easy. You ordered an escort, but wouldn’t it be hard to walk while holding only the end of your sleeve?”

“Thank you for your concern…!”

As Roman opened her slit slightly, Atra gently wrapped her hand that was holding her sleeve inward.

Atra lowered her head, her face so puffy that even the chilly wind that was beginning to pick up her dinner couldn’t cool it down.

Roman’s mind was preoccupied with perusing the information in the notebook that Majella had given her.

‘The information about eating habits is very vague, isn’t it? As you are hearing, it would be better for the steak to be under 200g.’

Her first task after being assigned to escort her client Atra is to eat.

Roman rolled her eyes as she busied herself with taking that monumental first step, and found no restaurant that wasn’t crowded.

It is rumored that there is even a separate menu during the week during which the prayer service is held.

In some cases, it may be difficult to enter a good store.

‘No problem. In most cases, that’s true.’

But Roman knows better.

We know better than anyone else that there is no essential difference between a federal state and an empire.

The truth that the gold coins filling her hands always know the answer.

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“Then let me order it like this.”

Atra nodded her head several times as if there were no disagreements with the menu that Roman explained one by one.

Since the place was not equipped with magic tools or bells, Roman went there himself and completed the order.

When we returned to the annex, the saintess was still in the same condition.

Atra was busy looking around her, unable to keep her light blue eyes still.

“I’m glad you like the place.”

Atra, who didn’t know that Roman had returned, is startled by her voice.

Hehe! She made a noise, her shoulders shaking and her gaze lowered.

“Boo, you look embarrassed! This is my first time in a store like this…”

A good topic to break Atra’s tense tension fell right under Roman’s nose.

Roman decided not to miss out and bite his tail.

Rather than asking what I want to do right now, I have a feeling that this is the right path.

“Considering Atra’s position, I thought she would often sit down at fancy restaurants.”

“Of course you might think so, but that’s not the case at all.”

“This guy, who is said to be an adventurer, had narrow thoughts and perspectives. I’m sorry if I caused any inconvenience by making assumptions on my own.”

The line itself was close to an apology, but the saintess could tell that Roman had taken the tone lightly.

Atra smiled and told her not to apologize like that, and as if her nervousness had subsided a little, she continued her story.

“Usually… When VIPs come to visit, we usually use the church’s reception room. Even if we were invited by the imperial family, I only remember having dinner there.”

“I am unfamiliar with etiquette, so I have no experience of going to a meal even if I was recommended to do so by the imperial family.”

Truth be told, she didn’t want to eat anything while facing that wrinkled raccoon.

That was the biggest reason. Because I want to eat comfortably.

“If I hadn’t had Majella, I might have avoided her somehow or studied. I was once invited to a nobleman’s mansion for church business, and all my meals were served at the mansion… This is my first time at a restaurant like this.”

“I understood correctly.”

How many quality ingredients they used and how much expensive spices they added to each meal.

There are also common types who show off their wealth through such things.

The memory remains strong because some of the nobles Roman encountered during his days as an adventurer were like that.

“Brother, on the other hand, do you often sit down with clients?”

“When clients come to me, I usually meet them in the adventurer’s guild reception room.”

“The method is similar to that of adventurers. I feel glad to see that there are similarities with the church.”

“If I were to tell you about the circumstances that led me to find a restaurant with separate buildings and decorations, my perception of it has changed only recently. In the past, there was a time when I thought that food was enough to just fill my stomach and get my body moving…”

Roman couldn’t hide the people that came to his mind and smiled sweetly.

‘···Huh?’

Atra was suspicious of this moment.

Obviously, when you see other people being happy, you should also be infected and indirectly feel excited and happy.

Atra was not happy to see Roman. In a very deep corner of her heart, she felt depressed, as if she was empty.

She couldn’t give a reason because it didn’t resemble any experience she had ever had.

‘···.’

Then, as her throat began to burn, Atra reflexively grabbed the cup and took a sip of cold water.

She asked in a slightly lowered voice without realizing it.

“···Brother, may I ask why your perception changed?”

“It’s simple. I met good women and naturally changed.”

If you ask about the date, her party, Mando, doesn’t know exactly when.

This is especially true when you go on a date and spend time with each of your lovers. Unlike before, when eating out, people prefer quiet places with outbuildings.

Before meeting Rike, she was a noisy adventurer and had a habit of sitting in her guild, immersed in the excitement and skimping on meals.

She is confident that she has definitely changed now.

“Brother Roman.”

“Yes?”

She called without thinking, depending on her mood.

Like that.

Atra, who came to her senses as Roman and her eyes were looking at each other for a long time, shrunk with sweat and looked down again.

Atra’s eyes looked at Roman and then she came down and faced her tablecloth again and again.

Her hands were held on her rubbing thighs and held the warm heat.

“I have a question… May I ask you?”

“Of course. If my experience and knowledge can help, I will give you the best answer.”

Atra closed her eyes tightly at Roman’s favor.

I would have preferred them to just flatly refuse, but they gave me permission without hesitation, so I had no excuse to stop my curiosity.

The saintess took deep breaths and tried to shake off as many rude questions as she could.

Only after the food was on the table did she carefully open her mouth to speak.