Chapter 200 – Subjugation of the Cult of Love That Calls for a Storm (2)

The four days passed as quickly as the word was uttered. Elsie, who was preparing for Soya’s journey in line with Soya’s boast her, could n’t hide her excitement for four days. It was to the point that I thought that even a child who heard the schedule of the picnic would not be so innocently excited.

Meanwhile, Soya, who had been confined to the workshop for four days, walked down the hallway spreading her musty smell. Its appearance of her, like a ghost, was enough to make passers-by employees tremble in fear.

“Oh, hello… “

“A cow?”

Hehe…”

Appearing in front of her, she swayed her whole body and held out her hand as if a branch about to break was blowing in the wind. The bottle in her hand was heavier than when I handed it to her, and the tip of her was slightly moist. That water must be weak. I held the bottle so that it did not touch the water with an awkward expression on my face.

“Ehehe… You’re too skinny…”

Soya leaned next to me with a big smile. As if a drunkard was telling the truth in front of a police officer, I asked while examining his complexion of her.

“A cow? It’s ok?”

“Yes… It’s okay…”

“Did you drink the contents?”

“As a matter of habit, I only ate a small amount… “

Soya displayed the size of her index finger her with her hand her, and she grinned. As the tall woman was dangerously unable to control her body her, all the servants around her hesitated and retreated. Her hand her on her cane her was dangerously wobbly. I told the servants.

“Ira. Aira?”

At this time, she had no one as strong as Ira. As soon as I called, Aira, who was cleaning the room on the first floor, hurriedly ran out with her duster.

“Yes. Lord! Oh my, Mr. Soya.”

“Ira. Please take her Miss Soya to her room her. Even if you want to leave, don’t let it go and tell Eve so that other servants don’t approach Soya.”

“Yes. All right!”

Her Aira disappeared, carrying Soya, who slithered through her body like seaweed floating on the sea. No matter how crazy a magician she is, she eats aphrodisiacs, she doesn’t suck her fingers while making seasoned crab sauce, and she didn’t know she could taste aphrodisiacs. Soya, not knowing if I was biting her tongue her, was dragging her her Aira her as she reached out her hand to me.

“Miss Soya…! You have to go… Quickly!”

Due to the strong power of her Soya her, her Aira her seemed to be able to overcome her power her, so her other servants her joined in and tried to put her into her workshop her, and I gave them a blessing and secretly cheered her on. . Their efforts to seal Soya were similar to those of exorcists fighting eight ghosts.

I left their struggle behind and went out the gate. For Eve, the takeover was over. In front of the gate, Elsie was already waiting for me with a suitcase. She said to me, clutching at her bag her, as if the idea of ​​being a porter was prevalent throughout this trip.

“Priest! Go fast There are many dangerous things in the eastern plains, so if I follow you…”

“Elsie. Why are you carrying your luggage already?”

I took Elsie’s bag and carried it to her wagon. Elsie looked at me with the gaze of a child deprived of her own toy and reached out her hand to her.

“Ah…”

“What’s wrong? Elsie. We will go by carriage until we go to the eastern plains.”

“That… Is the coachman going too?”

“Yes.”

When I think objectively, no matter how much I am a superhuman beyond the human category, and even if Elsie is a superhuman of a slightly lower level than that, walking a distance that takes more than 15 days in a carriage is a waste of energy , and it is a waste of energy to operate a carriage and a coachman. It was a meaningless waste of money. Moreover, we had to think a little about the position of the people of Aberdeen lord who greeted us.

It would be very embarrassing if the chief priest and the guards were running like a high-speed old woman ghost story without an escort or wagon. Let’s imagine. I was waiting at the airport to pick up a friend who was coming from the countryside, but I saw that the friend was not coming by plane, but flying. Elsie seemed to hate taking the coachman along, but no matter how many times she thought about it, it was a nuisance.

A formality befitting the head priest. This was a very important factor.

“Elsie. I am the chief priest. Priest Chief. He is a very tall person, so he needs to go with a suit that suits him. People tend to lean more on the way I dress and my authority than on myself.”

“If a priest runs out without a coachman, he will respect it much more.”

That, too, seemed worthy of respect in its own way. Elsie seemed reluctant to take the coachman with him, no matter what excuse. It’s more that she hates not being alone with me, rather than that she doesn’t like riding in carriages. Selou, who had been watching Elsie’s argument with me from the pool, said.

“It is love.”

“Don’t talk like an old man. Sellu.”

“Hehe, that’s too much.”

Really offended by her comments about how old she was, Selou threw her face into the pool and pretended to cry. Having seen such pranks many times, neither Elsie nor I paid attention to her anymore. Sellu lay down on her sleep her, clicking her tongue as we reacted unresponsively.

I tried again to convince Elsie. Because she didn’t want to run anyway. I am a priest, not a marathon runner. I wanted to work when I could and avoid unnecessary movements.

“Elsie. Think again. So shall we go without the coachman? Ride the wagon We’ll date each other in the driver’s seat, and I’ll stroke Elsie’s hair.”

“Do you even mate on the wagon?”

A passing knight cleared his throat at the blatant words and ran away in the other direction. Since this estate is the size of the palm of your hand, there were many knights who went to work but wandered inside the estate because there was nothing to do. Looking at the article, I shook my head and said to Elsie.

“Absolutely.”

When I thought about it, it was pretty good. If you went with the coachman, you couldn’t have sex in the carriage, but if you went alone with Elsie, you could have sex in the carriage whenever you were bored. He could receive his goddaughter while driving a horse, or, if he suddenly got tired, he could stop the carriage and make intense love at will.

Oh, should I just fire the coachman and drive the horse?

After thinking about that for a while, I decided to retain his position in his, thinking about the life of a coachman who had recently married a bar madam and started a family. Elsie rubbed her hands as if my proposal was very tempting, giving a look of serious contemplation. Elsie, who had been thinking for a long time, was restless, rubbing his cheeks her with her hands or wagging his tail her, dyeing his face bright red, as if he had a headache.

“Think slowly, Elsie. There is still plenty of time.”

“Eww…”

What Elsie wants is a wild trip, just like she used to live in the eastern plains. The two of us would walk on mountain trails, camp out in tents, and roll each other in the grass around a campfire. It was quite romantic, I think, but inefficient. There was also the problem that I had to carry several sets of priestly uniforms.

“…The carriage seems to be good.”

“Thanks.”

From Elsie’s point of view, she gave up romance on her first trip with me, so she was thankful. Seeing as she was confused by my thank you, Elsie moved her luggage into the carriage. The coachman, who was doing gymnastics with the idea of ​​driving a horse since early morning, said in a panic when I told him that I would drive a horse.

“Oh, my lord. What do you mean! Are you trying to take my job?”

“Think of it as a vacation until I return today and have a good rest. The salary will go as it is.”

“Oh, but… Lord. I now have a home. That, please take that into account when restructuring later… “

“Isn’t it because you don’t cut it?”

I reassured the head of the household, who was trembling with job insecurity, and greeted the people in the mansion who had come to see me off. Eve shook her hand, and Sierra lifted Sellu with a whimper. Sellu complained to Sieri that she wasn’t that heavy, and Ira waved her hand at me from the window of her mansion.

I was waving to all these people, and I remembered Soya and asked Eve.

“Eve. What about Soya?”

“The workshop door is locked. There was a lot of noise inside.”

“Ah fuck.”

I could faintly hear shouts of ‘lord’ from inside the mansion, but I decided to pretend I didn’t hear. Elsie climbed into the seat next to me in the driver’s seat and grabbed my arm her. I said.

“Elsie. If you hold my arm like that, I can’t move.”

“I still want to go like this.”

It seemed that Elsie was acting like a child when she said she was going on a trip. I pulled her horse by the reins, holding her to her arm her like her trinket. As the horses rolled their first wheel, the journey of Elsie and I began. The journey of a priest driving a carriage, what is this?

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“The priest and the prisoner next to me. How is your relationship with the person next to you?”

And the first obstacle of the trip started at the accommodation. Elsie was looking at me with a face full of anticipation, and the owner of the lodging house was barely holding back his words her thanks to the mace in my hand. I asked Elsie.

“Elsie. What are we related to?”

Elsie lowered her head and shut her mouth, her face turning red at my question. Said the lodging owner.

“We do not charge lodging fees for slaves. That’s why I’m asking, how is the… Relationship going?”

The people at the lodging house were staring at us. Some people already recognized my face and muttered, “Mermaid.” I sighed and looked back at Elsie. Elsie looked at me with clear eyes and blushed.

If I said that I was a slave or an escort, I was in an atmosphere of collapse. I looked around and whispered to the innkeeper.

“…This is your wife.”

“… You are my wife. All right.”

The owner of the lodging house responded to my words in a very low voice, then looked back and shouted.

“Here are couple guests!”

Who the fuck is this?