Raising the Saint of the Evil God in the Novel - Raising the Saint of the Evil God in the Novel chapter 8

8 – Episode 8

“It’s done.”

“Thank you…”

What the hell is this right after waking up?

I never thought I would entrust the grooming of my body to someone else.

I haven’t been together for a while, but the more I look at Ea, the more I realize that he’s different from the believers of other denominations.

Members of the church said that the saint’s body was her vessel, and it was taboo to covet her.

When I was with you, I almost only looked at the ground so that I wouldn’t feel that way, and if I felt that way, I would curse myself and get rid of my own s*xual function.

But Mr. Ea not only looks at me face-to-face, he puts his hands on my body and arranges my body for me.

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It was the body temperature of a person I hadn’t felt in a really long time.

When I was immersed in that aftertaste, Mr. Ea made a suggestion regarding the meal.

The content is that starting today, we will have meals elsewhere.

To be honest, I don’t really want to go somewhere else to eat.

The more I contact them, the more likely they will find out that I am a saint of the church, so I probably won’t be comfortable while eating.

But after hearing Mr. Ea’s story, the course meal? It seems that it is difficult to bring that.

What is a course meal?

Perhaps this is also one of common sense, judging from the natural inclusion in the middle of Mr. Ea’s words.

I tried asking because I couldn’t leave the unknown unknown, but I couldn’t help feeling ashamed.

“Ah, a course meal is a slang among our employees to mean food that continues to come out, but I made a mistake.”

That must be a lie.

Even if you look at it like this, if you’ve been educated as a saint and are focused, you can see through a clumsy lie you’re not prepared for.

He must have answered like that because he thought I would be ashamed.

Thinking about it makes me feel ashamed.

I like Ea more and more.

Numerous members of the church were for me.

Because only I can talk to him directly.

However, what they did for the sake of them was, to the last, fanatical believers for the sake of fanatic believers.

Things like handing over an amulet made from the hair of a beheaded heretic as a gift, or conceding the right to offer sacrifices directly to him.

These things are very precious and important to them, so I could understand them.

But the problem is that I’m not yet a fanatic.

Not being a proper fanatic, I have been accepting such gifts over and over again.

No one looked at my non-fanatic taste or my mood.

In the first place, even though they are right in front of me, they cannot even see my face. How could they know such things?

So, while praying every day to escape from there, on the other hand, I prayed to become a full-fledged member of the church as soon as possible.

I think I can understand their love then.

Anyway, for me who couldn’t understand such love in the church, this small body temperature given by Ea-san, this small body temperature that can’t even be called love, is so lovely and precious.

Thank you so much.

Although the relationship between the employee and the owner is satisfactory enough.

With that in mind, I express my positivity to Mr. Ea’s proposal.

“Um… I get it… I get it.”

I won’t forget about the tone that Ea-san said yesterday.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want you to find out about the tone, frankly.

However, Mr. Ea’s reaction was far from what I expected.

“My lady, if you are conscious of what I said yesterday, there is no need for you to do so.”

The emotion that aroused as soon as I heard those words was, strangely enough, shame.

I thought there would be a positive reaction, but the reaction was completely different from what I expected, so I felt embarrassed that I was excited.

But I pretended not to know because I didn’t want to show that shame and the fact that I expected it.

But Mr. Ea continues the story.

I used to be so observant, but why am I so unaware of it now?

I listened to Mr. Ea’s story while suppressing the feeling of wanting to hide right away.

And after hearing Mr. Ea’s story, I understood what he meant.

Certainly, there is nothing strange about someone saying honorifics.

But there is a reason I didn’t think that other people would be like that too.

Because I’m not normal. Because it’s not like everyone else.

Because I can’t be sure that others will feel the same way I feel.

With those thoughts, thoughts such as “Why am I not normal?” “Why are they normal?”

While it is gradually turning black like that, Mr. Ea bows his head and apologizes.

“Sorry.”

Looking at that figure, the thoughts that had been running endlessly were cut off.

A person of a religious order, but a person who treats me as an ordinary person.

This person did nothing wrong.

I misunderstood.

“Ah, it’s okay, it’s okay! Please keep your head up!”

But why do you, who has not done anything wrong, look so guilty?

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After a series of commotions, I am now walking down the hallway following Mr. Ea.

“Would you like to take a look around the mansion after eating today?”

“…I’m not sure it’ll be okay.”

Of course I like it.

You don’t know how long you’ll be there, but there’s no reason you don’t want to look around.

But I must not reveal my identity.

And the best way to avoid getting caught is to refrain from contact.

Therefore, the act of making a point of contact by oneself is inevitably reluctant.

“It’s okay. They won’t even guess.”

This time, I’ll point out the part I’m worried about and resolve it.

Hmm… If Ms. Ea said that much, wouldn’t it be trustworthy?

“In that case, let’s do what Ea says.”

How many times did they have to walk while talking like that, Ea-san opened the front door and entered.

After entering the room, you see a table and a chair.

“You can sit down.”

Since we sit down quietly, bread and drinks are loaded onto a cart and brought into the room.

The amount is too small to be considered a meal.

I glanced at Ea, wondering if there was a way to eat these foods separately, and she nodded her head slightly.

Perhaps that means you can just eat it.

As I tore the bread and put it in my mouth, expecting the taste of the bread I ate yesterday, I feel that it is slightly worse than yesterday.

But it still tastes amazing.

After eating bread so frantically, I emptied the bowl before I knew it.

That feeling of frustration when you reach for one more bite and don’t get anything…

Looking at Ms. Ea again, this time she shook her head from side to side.

Aren’t you going to give me more?

While looking at Mr. Ea with sorrow, the closed door opens and other food is loaded into the cart.

But… The quantity is too small.

Besides, it’s the first food I’ve ever seen in my life, so I’m worried that I’ll make another mistake like the bread I did last time.

As I tried to look at Ea-san again, I heard a voice right next to me.

“This is lobster with a sauce made from smoked sweet pumpkin. Dip the lobster in the middle in the sauce and eat it.”

Did I come to your side at some point?

I was surprised, but as Mr. Ea said, I dipped the chunk in the center into the sauce and put it in my mouth.

Mmm! I don’t know what lobster is, but it’s very delicious.

So… This sauce is so good, um… It’s just so good!

After putting food into his mouth like that a couple of times, the plate is empty.

Why are you giving so little…

It feels like being bullied.

“This time, vegetables and green peas are cooked in a creamy sauce and wrapped in pork. You can eat it in one bite.”

– Haap.

“This is cheese with tomatoes.”

-Yum

“This is…”

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“I ate well…”

After eating all of the last cold and sweet food, the procession of food finally stops.

Obviously, when I ate, I was dissatisfied with the small amount, but after I finished eating, I felt full.

Just as I was wiping my mouth and preparing to get up, the door opened again.

But this time, instead of a food cart, a man appeared.

“This is the chef. …Did you like the food?”

If you’re the head chef, does this man make all these dishes?

This is really great. How was it possible to make such delicious food?

“Yes, yes! It was really good! Especially, the second dish was the most delicious! The combination of the vegetables inside and the meat on the outside!”

“Is that so? Thank you.”

“Oh, sorry, sorry.”

Yes. I got so excited

Look at that confused chef.

The shame rushes in.

But it was inevitable.

Because it was the first time I had eaten such delicious food.

*****

“So, how are you? Do you really think that child is that wicked?”

“Hmm… It certainly doesn’t look that way like you said, but you’re still a saint of that church, aren’t you?”

“That’s right. But I think that child is also a victim.”

“Hmm? That kid?”

“Yes, did that child join the church voluntarily?”

“Haa… That could be it again… But I still can’t see him as just a normal kid. Even thinking about what happened to my family.”

“…I’m not saying don’t hate that child. I just want you to think about that child’s position a little bit.”

“Yes, I got it.”

“Thank you. Oh, and this thing…”

“Yes, please don’t let it go into the ears of the head of the household. If you do, it may fly not only to your neck, but also to mine.”