I Was Chosen as the Saint’s Husband - Chapter 146
146 – Assassination (2)
“Elvin, why is the atmosphere at the church headquarters like this these days?”
“I’m not a nandle.”
Even after a week, the atmosphere within the church headquarters was quiet.
Even that dull Dave had questions and asked me questions.
Even if you want to tell the truth, you don’t know what might happen if you tell it for no reason…
It’s not that I don’t trust Dave, it’s that someone might be eavesdropping.
“Still, it’s comfortable because there’s no work.”
“Ugh. I’m done with my salary theft. That’s it.”
“You’re comfortable too, right?”
“Yes, of course.”
Thanks to this, events and other events were all canceled, so those of us in charge of administrative affairs
I’m wasting my time with nothing to do.
The only tasks handled these days are expenses related to operating restaurants and church headquarters.
From noble mtl dot come
It’s nice not having to work, but being too bored and boring is also poison.
“Shall we go get some air?”
“During business hours?”
“Well, wouldn’t it be okay if I just get permission?”
If they even tell you not to go out when there is nothing to do, it is no different from prison.
With that in mind, I slowly approached the priest who was looking at the financial plan.
“Priest. May I walk outside for a moment?”
“Um… just come back before work.”
“thank you.”
As expected, there was nothing to do, so the priest’s permission was easily given.
Moreover, seeing that they only had to come before work, it was the same as saying that there was nothing to do until then.
“Who went outside and got some fresh air?”
“I’m going out.”
“Then me too…”
“What about the women?”
“We’ll spend some time here.”
Dave and Cain were the only ones who raised their hands.
The women seemed to want to have a warm conversation while drinking tea inside, rather than outside in the cold.
By the way, can we go outside on our own?
These days, I feel like women are holding the reins over me, so I’m a little hesitant about going out with men.
“What are you doing? If you don’t leave now, you never know when you might change your mind.”
“Okay, okay.”
Dave was probably thinking the same thing as me.
They tell you to come out quickly because you never know when they will tell you not to go out.
*
When I came outside, I saw more people than I expected.
I laughed because it seemed like everyone came out to get some air to escape the stuffy atmosphere.
“It’s impossible to stay in that atmosphere all day in the first place.”
“Ugh…I was out of breath too.”
Cain showed excessive action by strangling his own neck.
Dave and I laughed out loud when we saw that.
Still, maybe it’s because there were people who came out because they didn’t like the stuffy atmosphere.
The atmosphere wasn’t that bad here.
Perhaps because the conversation was at a whisper level, it was frustrating, and there were some priests who spoke so loudly that they could just be heard.
How frustrating must it have been to be like that…
By the way, now I see that the priests are also out.
I guess it was just as frustrating.
“We can talk comfortably when we go home, but they have a calm atmosphere in the restaurant, bathroom, and dormitory.”
“That’s right. I hadn’t thought about that.”
If my house had the atmosphere of a mourning house similar to the church headquarters, I might have rushed out.
Sleep in the front yard, how can you get in?
“Is the atmosphere in the dormitory any different from the church headquarters?”
“I asked my classmate and he said yes.”
“Ugh…then that would be a bit scary.”
Cain spends time with his sisters at home.
Stella’s younger sisters were so admirable that they tried to tell their brother about the lessons she had been taking with the tutors she had hired.
Cain’s big smile doesn’t go away.
But what kind of person is creating such an atmosphere?
If it has gotten to this point, it seems like the side effects are really severe, right?
I don’t know if I could hide it by making the atmosphere more loose, or I don’t know if I could tighten the atmosphere to prevent unnecessary rumors from spreading.
If that were the case, the kids would gather together like this and talk, or they would talk among themselves while whispering.
Also, wouldn’t it be possible to activate soundproofing magic in the room?
All you have to do is spread rumors there.
Eh, I don’t know.
Do I need to worry about that?
“Shall we go in quickly? Other people are going in too.”
“Huh? Don’t we just have to go in before work?”
“Hey, anyway, what will other people think?”
“Ugh… that’s a shame.”
This guy was seriously trying to hang out until he got off work…
You are the pinnacle of salary Lupine.
*
“By the way, what is that person doing over there earlier?”
Looking in the direction Dave pointed, I wonder if he is hiding in the grass and writing something in his notebook…
I saw a person diligently writing something with a pencil.
“Was there a person like that?”
“I don’t know. Do you remember the faces of all the priests?”
“I can’t. There are close to 10,000 people at the church headquarters alone. How do you remember them all?”
There are close to 10,000 priests at the church headquarters.
Well, even if there were 10,000 people, it’s similar to all the undergraduate students at a large university, so it’s not as many as you might think.
Anyway, maybe because the atmosphere is gloomy, that person seems to have nothing to do.
I’m drawing something like the outline of the church’s headquarters building in my notebook.
“Should I go and ask what he’s doing?”
“What are you doing? Let’s just go on our way.”
“I’m curious. Why are you drawing while looking only in the direction where the Holy Father is?”
“what?”
I questioned every word Dave said and stared in the direction the person was looking, just in case.
Sure enough, what he was staring at and drawing in his notebook was the top of the building where his father-in-law was living.
The atmosphere is in shambles due to the attempted assassination of the Pope…
Should I even pay attention?
Or should I at least drag the knights in because they are suspicious?
“Dave, why is that person drawing in his notebook?”
“I don’t know. If you’re curious, ask directly?”
“Hmm…”
Suspicious.
It’s so suspicious.
Why is it on the top floor of the building where the Pope’s office is located?
The only thing there is the Pope’s office.
I’m afraid that something big will happen if I just pass by like this.
There is no physical evidence, and it is just a vague feeling of anxiety.
Why am I afraid of this situation where a priest whom I have never seen before describes parts of the church headquarters in detail in a notebook?
No, I know why.
That’s probably because it reminded me of the story of a movie I saw before.
The story of the movie was simple.
In order to assassinate a target, an assassin diligently takes pictures of both the inside and the outside of the building.
It would be easy to get the blueprint, but if such an item appears in the movie, the fun will completely go away.
Anyway, I planned an escape route and an invasion route and succeeded in assassinating my target.
It was about escaping from a building and running away to Mexico.
And what the assassin considered most important was which bedroom window the target spent a lot of time in.
They even broke in through that side.
“That won’t work. Dave, go get the knights.”
“Huh? Knights?”
“hurry!”
Dave heard my command and scratched his head, saying he didn’t understand the meaning.
Still, since it was something she was told to do, Sunsun took a step forward and started running.
*
“hello.”
I tried to talk to him to prevent him from running away.
If I thought something wrong or misunderstood, I will apologize later.
I spoke to him with that thought in mind, but the person’s reaction was clearly strange.
If I was just drawing, I wouldn’t have panicked and closed the notebook and put it in my chest.
I wonder if I was drawing an embarrassing picture…
“Who…who are you?”
“Don’t you know me?”
“Hmm… Do you even know me? How could you remember the faces and names of so many priests?”
What he said was reasonable.
No matter how smart a person is, it would be impossible to remember all 10,000 people.
But I am not an ordinary low-ranking priest.
Isn’t this his wife, Mama, the saint’s husband?
That’s why the low-level priest’s clothes I’m wearing are different from other low-level priests.
There is a little bit of red in it that is not present in other people’s clothes.
Wouldn’t you know it if you didn’t know my face? Would you not know me even if you saw the difference in the priest’s clothes?
I assure you, that person is definitely not a priest at the church headquarters.
“So? What’s going on?”
“No, I was wondering what you were drawing.”
“What does that have to do with you?”
“Oh, it doesn’t matter.”
If he was simply drawing…
If only I was a normal low-level priest who knew who I was.
The doubts I had in my heart… are gradually turning into confidence.
Therefore, my emotions began to fluctuate, and for some reason, my body even began to tremble.
“Seeing that you are shaking, I guess you are in pain. By the way, I don’t know where the nurse’s office is.”
“I guess so.”
Although there is a ‘health department’ at the church headquarters, there is no ‘health room’.
I know this well, as I often go to the health department because my body is weak and I often catch colds if I don’t strengthen my body.
Soon my conviction was confirmed.
This person is definitely not from the church headquarters.