The Paladin Owns the Relic

5 – Apprentice Irene (2)

Irene was a strict teacher. As befits her little bit of agnosticism, she always wore her black-and-white gloves, pointing here and there.

“Junior. The garden is dirty.”

“Did you clean it up earlier?”

“Deducted points. It’s not good to talk back.”

“…How many points were deducted?”

“Your junior is currently -37 points.”

Irene glanced back at me.

“Slightly better than worms.”

“Wow. Better than bugs. That’s great.”

” Penalties. Use the right words. It’s just like a bug now.”

“It’s ruined.

I took a quick look around the garden. There was nothing to clean up.

“Is everything washed away?”

“Isn’t there a fallen leaf?”

“Only?”

“It’s not just that. One disheveled one sets the tone for the whole. One such fallen leaf can be called a ‘dirty’ church.”

“Hasn’t it gone too far?”

“……”

If a beautiful girl coldly glares at you, there are groups who are delighted to say that it is a reward.

But unfortunately I am not. To be honest, it bothers me a little when I see eyes like that.

I picked up the fallen leaves. Threw it over the wall.

“All right?”

“Deducted points.”

“Why again?!”

“The way you talk becomes arrogant.”

“You just don’t like me?!”

“Deducted points. Please use respectful words. Junior.”

She and her main time zone is daytime. Every single word from her stuck in me like a jewel.

Like the real word ‘jewel’.

“Junior, don’t your eyes rest on your face?”

“What do you think those blue eyes are open?”

“I thought it was a decoration. If it’s not a decoration, I think I’d better get a new one. I can’t memorize something like this right away. I recommend leaving the church as soon as possible.”

“That’s cool! Seriously!”

The only rewarding time was learning how to speak. Like a rigid teacher, she taught me the theories she had put together.

“Expand the ‘ash’. You learned it yourself from Priest Meerkandt, so you can do that, right?”

The way they looked at me was not nice. It seemed like there was a bit of a laugh mixed in.

To use the Holy Law on someone who has just become an apprentice priest. It’s really nolbu sim. You know it’s not right, but you’re saying it just to make fun of it.

But what can I do!

I pose nicely. I just snapped my fingers.

A stinging red flame settles on your fingertips.

“That’s about it. It’s simple.”

“…….”

Her eyes widened in surprise for the first time. After looking at me and the flames in succession, my surprise soon turned to doubt.

“…Where did you learn it?”

“No. I just tried it and it worked.”

“…Impossible.”

“Well, that’s impossible.”

I shrugged.

“Wouldn’t anyone be able to do it if we just thoroughly reviewed the preparation lessons?”

“…….”

The eyes looking at me became sharper. She put her book down with a bang.

“I’ll start with the lower utterances that can be learned. If you’re a genius like that, one a day shouldn’t be too much.”

“Of course.”

I smiled brightly. Rather wished for

Four lower voices. What a welcome!

“Let’s get rid of it quickly, senior.”

. . .

Meerkant concentrated on work late at night. The only official priest left in the branch was himself. The sparse inspections of the Church Headquarters also rarely came now.

It is safe to say that it was abandoned. But even so, Meer Kant couldn’t let go of the work in his hands.

He said that the branch he belonged to had done wrong.

It must also be his mission to take on that sin.

Meer Kant diligently moved his hand. He divided the wealth that Irene had earned through the pilgrimage to the right place, and generously invested in heating for the winter.

There were many holes. I couldn’t help it. Goods were limited and always in short supply. Squeeze out what is limited and create a way to survive somehow.

“…But.”

What should I do when there is an absurd lack?

Meer Kant put his hands down. Debts to merchants around him were now reaching their limits.

There was no longer a place to borrow money or a place to be indebted. He was doing something with his own popularity, but that is over now.

There was no hole for the money to come out. Before long, he had to feed his children.

“…God.”

He whispered softly as he hugged the cross around his neck.

“Please…So that I can take care of my children…A miracle…”

Smart.

A knock was heard. Meer Kant immediately wiped the tears from his eyes. He raised his voice as if nothing had happened.

“Come in.”

The door creaked open. The one who entered was Irene, an apprentice priest who was now quite attached. She is a noble yet pitiful child. Meerkant loved her. Knowing her circumstances, she took care of her Irene without rushing closer.

A child with many scars. She is a child who came to God in search of a place to lean on. Meerkant poured water into an empty glass. He reached out to her quietly.

“Sit somewhere comfortable.”

“Yes.”

The answer was short, and as always she didn’t touch the glass. Sitting in her chair, she stared blankly at Meer Kant. Looking at her enticing blue eyes, Meer Kant used to feel strange.

“What brought you here?”

“I came here because of a junior.”

“Zahard? Did he have an accident?”

“No. I heard about something else.”

Irene sighed. Her deep sighs seemed to be wet with a slight inferiority complex.

“…That child is a genius. Priest Meerkandt. It’s fair to say that he is loved by Ra.”

“That much?”

“Learn the doctrine quickly, and immediately unfold the teaching method right in front of your eyes. The degree of perfection is weak… But the speed of learning is too fast.”

Meerkant smiled broadly. Irene is not one to lie. She hates men, hates them, but only sees them as they are.

If she said that, then Zahard must be loved by Ra. It’s slope Who knew that such a talented person would come to this small branch.

“Thanks to your good teaching.”

“…Priest.”

She muttered her words out. The very occasional reflection of her was a look that even Meer Kant would see with her father’s smile.

“I… Didn’t teach Zahard well. Rather, I pushed him hard.”

“Why did you do that?”

“The boy wanted to leave. If he stayed, he wouldn’t look good.”

That’s right.

It’s like being on a sinking ship.

“I told him too. But he was the one who said he would join the school.”

“…Did he have confidence in his genius?”

“I don’t know. Irene. What do you want from him?”

“I don’t want anything. To be honest, I don’t want to be involved like that. But…”

As if she had made up her mind, she said to him.

“For the future of the Church, I think it’s right to send Zahard to the Church Headquarters. I think he deserves to learn more in a better environment.”

“That means…”

Meerkand looked straight at her. There was a lot of regret, but she finally put down her gaze.

“…Are you willing to let go of your only chance as an apprentice priest to go to the Church Headquarters?”

“…If you can.”

The words that came out at a slow tempo were full of sincerity.

“…He’s a lot smarter than me.”

Meerkant knew. She also wants to go to the Church Headquarters. The Holy Knights are famous even at the church headquarters.

That she wants to belong to the ‘shaman of the day’.

But even so, she herself was going to kick the chance to go to the church headquarters. She is a good kid She is a child who can see the future. To think that he was trying to save what he had for the sake of the church as a whole, not his own.

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Not everyone can do it. By the way It’s not something anyone can do.

A decision like that can only be made by a good-hearted child.

“…Irene.”

Meerkant gave a small laugh. Irene’s upright attitude was very much to her liking, and her laughter couldn’t stop.

“It’s okay. Can I be a little more greedy?”

“But…”

“There is only one apprentice priest per branch that can go to the church headquarters. But isn’t that limit once a year? There’s nothing wrong with you going a year earlier than Zahard, you’re a year older. Besides, isn’t it too far before the application deadline?”

“I don’t think my one year and Zahard’s one year will be the same.”

“I think your potential is also very good. If you are a wonderful priest… I think you can become a paladin representing the Sun God Church.”

Meerkant took a sip of water.

“Go on, pray. If you have faith, the light will light your way.”

“…Yes. Priest.”

“Let’s talk about this later. It’s never too late.”

Irene stood up. As she opened the door and was about to leave, she looked at Meer Kant once more.

“…Maybe.”

“Do you have anything else to say?”

“…Beverick’s apprentice…Sometime…”

“…Ah.”

A fleeting look of disgust crossed her face. Meerkant groaned softly.

Beverick. I forgot him.

It was clear that he, too, was returning from a pilgrimage. An apprentice priest who came out of the church headquarters in the name of being dispatched.

The time left until he returns is about a month to a month and a half.

….Irene and Beverick.

You never know what will happen if the two of you live in the same space. Due to his connection with the church headquarters, he can’t do anything on his own, and he can’t do anything hastily.

At least the rat tail of the subsidy came from him.

“Don’t worry.”

Meerkant laughed weakly.

“I’ll try something.”