I Was Chosen as the Saint’s Husband - Chapter 176
176 – Part 2 Episode 5, A day in the life of a prospective priest training assistant (2)
Priest training is boring.
I, who have already completed training and become an official priest, find it boring to listen to, but what about future priests?
Dave, that guy is sitting on a chair and even dozing off.
Mr. Yuri looked at Dave like that and hit him on the head and sighed.
I am also tired.
I haven’t eaten yet, so I’m not even hungry, but at this rate… How tired will I be after eating lunch?
I’m afraid.
Even though I slept well, I am so scared of my body falling asleep.
“There, don’t close your eyes, just wash your face and come back.”
“S-sorry.”
Still, I have to work.
I kept falling asleep while sitting, so I got up and went around waking up the prospective priests who were trying to fall asleep right away.
When I wake up and wash my face, I immediately wake up.
In addition, I was warned that points would be deducted from the second attempt, so I will stubbornly try to sleep through it.
“Haaam… Should I take a shower too…”
If this continues, I will fall asleep while walking.
I slipped out to the back, opened the back door, and headed to the bathroom with a faucet.
On the way, I ran into some prospective priests who had already received my attention and were heading to the bathroom.
Seeing people who were nodding off walking with their eyes open makes me smile.
After all, washing your face is the best.
Shoot aaa
When I turned the faucet, water flowed out very strongly.
As the loud sound of water and the voices of the temple knights running on the parade ground came together in my ears, I began to realize that I had become a priest again.
I said I became a priest again to show my daughter what a proper father is… but am I really confident that I won’t regret it?
One day, things may become difficult again and I may try to leave my position as a priest.
In the first place, last time, I took a break because other people, like Stella, my father-in-law, my sister-in-law, etc., convinced me that it would be good to take a break.
Even after receiving such persuasion, if I were to become a priest again, I would have to have a certain level of responsibility.
Do you think I can maintain that level of responsibility for a long time?
Sigh… I can’t help but sigh already.
Oh my!
I scooped up water in my hand, brought it to my face, and washed my face vigorously.
Because I remembered that there was no use in doing this at all.
Whatever you decide to do, you have to do it right from beginning to end.
Because my daughter might become a priest later on.
Oh, of course, in the case of my daughter, she will start out as a low-level priest and quickly rise to the position of high priest.
Being a saint’s daughter is a position that receives such special privileges.
By the time my daughter becomes a high priest, I will be a low-level priest.
From noble mtl dot come
Well, by the time Luna becomes a priest, she may already be resting at home.
“Come to your senses… let’s go back in.”
Worrying now won’t help anything.
If you feel like you can’t do it because it’s difficult, consult again.
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After morning classes, we eat lunch at lunch time.
Of course, the prospective priests also eat lunch separately, and they eat it separately at the restaurant within the center rather than splitting time.
I don’t know why, but the menu is much larger than that of a regular restaurant.
From simple boiled eggs to grilled beef with lots of spices.
Since prospective priests are studying, do they give consideration to them by telling them to work hard?
I’m really curious if that’s the case or if there’s another reason.
For your information, those of us in assistant roles also eat at the restaurant.
This is because it is our job to figure out everything from what we eat to whether we have eaten well.
It’s hard to tell whether we’re assistants to a priest or a teacher at a kindergarten.
I don’t think assistant priests did things like this in my time.
“Isn’t it because there are younger priests?”
“Because there are cases like Cain.”
These two people fit perfectly together as a married couple.
After listening to Dave and Eri, I thought it was worth it.
Cain was 12 years old when he first came here.
Considering that Etheria, the youngest among our riders, is 15 years old, she might need help unexpectedly.
Now the rider is doing it on his own without much help from us.
Since the youngest was 10 years old, assistants may need many things.
And aren’t we mostly in lead roles?
It’s not that we take care of each and every one of them, but we are there to prevent future priests from straying somewhere or something like that, so there’s nothing you can’t understand.
People go on adventures when given freedom in unfamiliar places.
In particular, the inside of the church headquarters is like a maze and it is fun to just wander around, so many people escape.
“Hey, Elvin.”
“Why… have you already eaten everything?”
“No, that’s not it. Look at that.”
What do you want to see?
With my fork stuck firmly in my salad, I looked towards where Dave was staring.
That is the entrance to the restaurant.
Normally, there should be no one there, but strangely, I noticed a person sticking to the door, looking inside.
“Hey, the person standing at the entrance over there… Isn’t he a saint?”
“St….Saint?! Really?!”
Yes, the person standing there was my wife.
I even have a water bottle wrapped in a cloth wrapped in a basket that I always carry as a lunch box.
It looks like everyone has finished preparing the meal perfectly.
So I didn’t eat and just prepared a salad.
“Why in such a shabby place…”
“Isn’t it because His Majesty the Hero is the saint’s husband that you came to see him?”
“….I’m jealous….”
Ugh, who dares envy the saint’s husband in front of her husband?
If the Holy Knights had heard about it, they would have been extremely enraged and would have danced a crazy sword dance while holding a large sun and moon sword.
But is the door locked?
Please come inside.
“Yes, I will come.”
“No. Aria is sitting and eating.”
“But…”
“If Aria comes out, do you think Stella will feel more sorry than me?”
He’ll probably pout and apologize for disturbing you while you’re enjoying a delicious meal.
It’s cute, but my husband wants our saint to have fun together rather than feel sorry for her.
The same goes for her attendant priests.
Tskcha…
I got up from my seat, walked to the door, and opened it slightly.
When I opened it, her eyes were shining and she tried to hug me, but when she noticed that there were a lot of people around her, she put her arms around me and started laughing.
“What are you doing here if you’re not coming in?”
“Hehe, I thought it would be a bit weird for an outsider to come in while we were eating.”
“You’re an outsider. Isn’t there a place the saintess can’t enter inside the church headquarters?”
“That’s right!”
The saint holds a higher position than the Pope in the Hellenic Order and the Hellenic Order.
No one can stop the saint.
Nevertheless, he held her hand and led her as she was having a hard time getting in.
I thought he was a little surprised or embarrassed by that behavior, but he blushed and calmly followed me to where I was leading.
Well, me and our attendant priests… And Stella’s attendant priests will know, but the rest of the reserve priests won’t know.
It is assumed that if you don’t know something, you should tell it.
“There is no one here who doesn’t know who this person is.”
After saying that, I looked around and everyone nodded.
Even if you don’t know their face, you can tell who they are just by looking at their atmosphere, right?
The incarnation of the goddess.
Representative of the Goddess.
The Goddess’ friend.
The goddess’ companion, etc…
Although she has many nicknames, she can ultimately be described as a saint of the Hellenic Order.
“Today was not originally planned, but we decided to hold a special tour because we wanted to check for ourselves whether you were receiving your priestly education well and staying healthy.”
“Oh my.”
Of course, it’s a lie.
He was so surprised that he covered his mouth and laughed, as if he had not even intended to do so.
Our cute saint came to see her husband, but what would the priests-to-be think if they told us that she brought a packed lunch and came all the way to the restaurant to see her husband?
You would think that she is a faithful woman who supports her husband.
Yes, it will.
If there is someone who speaks negatively, I will do whatever I can to ensure that he never becomes a priest.
Hmm…not like this.
Anyway, I told a white lie in case some people misunderstood.
“Oh…”
“As expected, saintess… the vessel is on a different level…”
“You take care of even those who are not even at the lowest level like us… As expected of a saint…”
Even though it was a lie, the lie became the truth because she was such a beautiful saint.
No, to her, whether it is a lie or the truth has no meaning.
That’s a saint.
That’s my wife.
“There will probably never be another opportunity like this. So, if you are a prospective priest who would like to ask a question to the saint, please raise your hand.”
I looked at them with a wide smile like a weakling.
If you want to gain people’s trust, you have to sell them drugs like this.