The Paladin Owns the Relic

12 – Beverick (1)

“…How rude is this.”

Irene clapped her hands. I wiped the part that touched Beverick with a handkerchief.

There was only disgust in his gaze that could not be hidden.

“Apprentice Beverick. I never made any promises like that.”

“hahahaha. Being shy. It’s okay. You don’t have to hide your feelings.”

“……”

The look on his face asking what he would do with his words mixed up. Irene turned her body around and knocked on the priest’s room inside her prayer room.

“The apprentice priest Beverick has arrived. Priest.”

“Really? You’re here already?”

Meerkant opened the door. She smiled kindly as always at Beverick.

“Beverick. You did a great job.”

“Ah. Yes. What.”

After answering indifferently, he looked Irene through her eyes. He looked behind her, swallowed her saliva briefly, and tried to chase Irene, who was about to leave her prayer room.

But Meerkand stood in their way. He grabbed Beverick by the shoulder and spoke kindly and firmly.

“Isn’t there a story accumulated over the years? Fortunately, I have plenty of time, so I’d like to hear about the pilgrimage first.”

“Should I do it now?”

“If not now, when?”

“f*ck you. You old bastard…”

The last words were nothing more than small monologues. But the volume of the voice was loud enough for everyone to hear.

Irene turned her head away with a swish of her hand. She gnashed her teeth lightly, but Meer Kant shook her head.

Forced laughter.

Meerkant smiled brightly and took Beverick’s hand.

“I got in the car. Let’s go and talk.”

“Yes. What. I understand.”

Um.

I’m a jerk too, but he’s worse than that.

A fool among fools.

Human scum far exceeded my power!

. . .

My prediction was correct.

Beverick was not a normal human being.

“Smelly bastards…”

He often kicked his orphans. He spat openly and even laughed at it.

“If it wasn’t for Ra’s arms, all of these bastards would have starved to death. Aren’t their eyes open?”

Most of the day ends with flirting with Irene and then getting caught by Meerkant.

The occasional outing was a day when the church was quiet. I still tried to talk to him.

“Senior. I wiped the shoes that you would wear so thoroughly…”

“Hey. Get out of here. Don’t talk to me. You bastard.”

1 Patience.

“Senior! I’m not sure about this part, can you teach me a little…”

“You idiot. Don’t you know this? Ask the old bastard. If you ask Irene, she’ll fall behind.”

2 Patience.

“Senior. I made it for dinner tonight, but it seems to suit your taste…”

“Ah. sh*t. Don’t talk to me while I’m eating. Just looking at your face is f*cking disgusting.”

3…

3 True…

3 I can’t stand it!

“What are you doing? That’s it.”

My patience is at its limit. Church Headquarters?

f*ck it. Yes. I just don’t want to bow down to such an asshole.

I’d rather just try. Even if you don’t have to go to that guy’s eyes, going to the church headquarters hasn’t changed.

But the story went strangely. As a result of accidentally overhearing Irene and Beverick’s conversation, it seemed that Irene’s going to the Church headquarters was already confirmed in him.

The relationship between the two did not seem like a romantic relationship. A one-sided, unpleasant relationship in which Beverick gets soggy.

Late at night, I looked out the window at the two who happened to run into each other in the prayer room.

“I told you. My father will look after you? Why are you bouncing around like that? I think it’s been a while since we met.”

“I don’t have a personal crush on Apprentice Priest Beverick. And the Apprentice Priest who will go to the church headquarters is Apprentice Priest Zahard under me.”

“What bullsh*t? You want to come with me? You know the reason I’m in this sh*thole is because of you, right?”

“As I said earlier, I am going to the apprentice priest Beverick…”

“Hey.”

In the middle of the prayer room.

Unaware that I was peeping through the window, Beverlyk cornered Irene in her corner.

“Doesn’t my words sound like words? Is it funny because they treat me kindly?”

“……”

“You. Think straight. You’re saying that Bishop Brody’s son, who has a high standing in the church, will take care of you. There are a lot of women who spread their legs when I hold out my hand. Don’t you know that?”

“Then go to the girls. Why are you doing this to me?”

“Because you have a smooth face. I love you. You b*tch. Why don’t you accept my heart?”

“I hate that frivolity.”

“Ah. f*ck.”

Thump!

Irene’s hand was held. She let out a weak groan, pinned against the wall.

Beverick’s arm moved. He grabbed Irene with one hand and groped her body with the other. The arm that was going down slapped his chest.

“…A very dirty body. Really.”

“Are you trying to rape me now?”

“I want to do that…”

Beverick took a deep breath. He smiled and let go of her hand.

“It’s a joke. It’s a joke. You know it, Irene. How much I love you.”

“…….”

“Stop bouncing and come to me. You said you wanted to become a shaman during the day? Don’t you know how much networking you need just by applying there?”

Beverick stroked her cheek.

“Let’s go nicely, huh? I’ll help you, so you just have to say a word. You’ll be mine.”

“…….”

“Even if you leave the church, there’s nowhere for you to go, right? Remember that the only place for you to be is here, next to me. Now I’m waiting for you because I have a big heart…”

Beverlyk turned her head away.

“I’ve waited long enough, there’s no more. The day you request dispatch to the Church Headquarters. You’ll have to choose me. That day I’ll hold you.”

“I’m not going to church headquarters.”

Irene said firmly.

“The one who goes to the Church Headquarters is the growing bud of Ra. This is my junior, Zahard.”

“…Really?”

Weberick, who rolled her head for a moment, laughed sullenly.

“Then, I change the terms. If you don’t say you’ll be mine, neither of you will make it to Church headquarters.”

“…What is that?”

“Well, with my father’s influence, nothing is impossible. It’s a branch that was abandoned anyway.”

Beverick whistled lightly.

“Yes. That’s fine. If you don’t say you’ll be mine, no one’s going. Instead of sending him to the Church headquarters, I’ll let him rot here with you for the rest of his life.”

“…Such atrocities!”

“I’m pretty when you’re so angry. Be more angry.”

He whispered in her ear.

“Makes me want to f*ck more.”

. . .

I overheard an unpleasant conversation. Aside from Irene, it was as if I had been blocked from going to the church headquarters, so I hurriedly moved.

All the relics in the Church of Ra headquarters were too precious to miss. I needed information. About Beverick.

First of all, it was important that all the words he said were correct.

Martyr, who visited me, welcomed me by bending her waist.

“Priest! Alas! I should have gone first!”

“Your face is open. You must have more businesses to manage?”

“hahahaha. It’s just that the mountain stopped spinning cobwebs in its mouth.”

“The installment payment fell slightly below the growth rate.”

“…….”

“Let’s do well. Martyr. Keep the line. I won’t touch you any more than that.”

“In the name of Ra!”

“Come.”

I lightly ordered Martyr. Bring information about Beverick. After scouring the market floor, he soon brought back a bunch of information.

“Beverick’s apprentice priest. He’s famous.”

“In terms of abilities?”

“Isn’t it? It’s famous for the garbage that comes and goes in and out of Changgwan.”

I skimmed through the papers. I clicked my tongue.

This bastard. Not usually trash.

It’s a very double piece of garbage!

“Does the church gamble away the donations it receives?”

“He played a part in forming the image of the Church of Ra.”

“How the hell did you come in and out of Changgwan?”

“He said he had a credit in his father’s name. He pays it once a month.”

“Do you sleep outside most of the time?”

“With my father’s money…”

“You’re a child full of parental teeth.”

Are you from a family of gold spoons? I sighed. f*ck this.

Even if the situation was twisted, it was too twisted.

“Kill it?”

“Sah, save me!”

“Not you.”

What would happen if we secretly buried Beverick in the back mountain? If it leads to a case of simple disappearance, well…

A search order will be issued immediately to the church branch. If done wrong, doing something recklessly can be poisonous.

As well as Black Steel, which was raised at best, Hectors can also be intertwined.

Reserve this as a final option. I squeezed my brows tightly.

Is this the first difficult choice in the world?

-Seeing you worrying makes me feel strangely relieved.

Hey.

You are on my side.

“…Once.”

Let’s bend it a little more. Try a little harder, and if you don’t feel like it, let’s lose money.

I think that’s the best for now. Of course, the second option should be collected one by one.

“Martier. Gather all the records of this guy’s Chang-gwan and the use of the gambling hall. Along with all sorts of illegal things.”

“Are you going to threaten me?”

“How do you view a priest of the Order of Ra now?”

“…I’m sorry. Well, the priest threatened me no matter how much…”

“I saw it very accurately.”

I shrugged. By that time, it will be a complete mud fight.

There may be a lot to lose, either that way or this way. If you forcefully press it under duress, it may become a mine later.

The characteristic of these scumbags is that they don’t know where they might land.

Is murder and extinction the answer?

…For now, let’s be patient.

“We have to make sure that the bastard who doesn’t answer has no answers. Of course, we’ll give him a chance to repent.”

“I’m afraid of the priest sometimes.”

“What? Look at this bastard.”

I looked at Martyr.

“To be feared always, not sometimes.”

“…Yes.”