The Half-Puny Priest Hopes To Retire - The Half-Puny Priest Hopes To Retire chapter 212

212 – Rush (6)

Kwasik!

As if hitting a dart at a target, he randomly struck the holy sword at his waist into a visible pillar.

In an instant, the Holy Sword gasped! Then I heard a hushed voice, but it was none of my business.

Because right now, I couldn’t see anything.

No, in times like this, should I say I can’t hear anything?

I don’t know.

”Be quiet. There is.”

Sereung.

The guard, who seemed to have interpreted my sudden action as a sign of resistance, slowly drew his sword.

A wall of people packed into an enclosed space.

The only thing blocking my way out is a strong man dozens of times stronger than me.

As I couldn’t expect help from my colleagues, it was difficult to even guarantee survival, let alone escape.

”Sit down.”

”······”

An ultimatum muttered at a time of great distress.

It was clear that the blade was urging me to submit as it had completely come out of the sheath.

However, despite such fierce attacks, my body did not retreat, but instead tried to move forward.

Jump and jump.

”Hmm…?”

Suddenly, she tilted her head in confusion at her prey’s foolish behavior.

I completely understood that feeling.

What idiot in the world would want to put his own head to the knife pointed at me.

Stand tall.

Only when the cool touch of metal pierced my ribs did I stop walking.

Gulp. Then I swallowed, and hot blood flowed from the back of my neck.

However, the inorganic gaze in front of me was fixed firmly on my pupils and did not make a single movement.

”Do you want to die?”

”······”

It wasn’t a threat.

She seemed quietly curious about why I was acting like this.

This is what I think of every time I see candidates for sainthood, but their appearance and behavior are exactly the same as the saints they had just met.

It has a unique, mysterious atmosphere where you can’t quite figure out what the heck he’s thinking.

At first glance, he appears to be indifferent to everything in the world, but it is especially true that behind it all, the innocent face of a child is clearly hidden.

If it weren’t for their unique skin color, I thought they might have been mistaken for brother and sister.

Yes. The secret tactic I am going to use from now on is the so-called gambler who bet his life and death on such a shallow impression.

If the lives of all citizens of the system had not been placed on the scales, it was a risky choice that I would never have chosen even if it meant putting a knife to my throat.

I smiled slightly awkwardly, thawing my frozen mouth with various emotions.

He aroused curiosity with a meaningful expression, and did not forget to pretend to be relaxed with a calm demeanor.

”Hey, wouldn’t you like to do something fun with me?”

”······Something fun?”

It was immediately after I uttered those words that I realized that my behavior was like that of a kidnapper.

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”After that! What on earth happened to the princess and prince after that!?”

”Now, just a moment, just a moment…”

Contrary to what I had feared, my palace strategy worked surprisingly well.

As I was considering the possibility of my body being split in two if I failed, I was just dumbfounded.

Of course, there was a certain amount of confidence as well as anxiety.

Maybe it would be different in other fields.

Because I was confident that I would not be defeated by anyone in the world when it came to caring for and comforting children.

Air play. Puppetshow. Playing house. Coloring book. Origami. Yarn. Reading a storybook. And so on.

I could confidently say that objectively speaking, the variety of games I learned while playing as a big brother in the orphanage where I was born and raised was unrivaled.

If I ever quit my job as a priest, I often received serious advice from people around me to become a teacher of infants and toddlers.

”The princess, who opened her eyes with the prince’s kiss her, lived happily for a long time ~ Good luck ~ Good luck ~ ”

”Wow, wow…!”

As the storybook reading ended successfully, a series of thrilled cheers erupted from the only audience seat.

The sight of him throwing the knife he was holding on the floor and listening to my story made me think of a time I missed.

That’s because what I was reciting was the content of the saint’s favorite children’s book, the story that helped her ask for skinship from me, and was the so-called starting point of everything.

”This time! What are you going to do this time?”

”Keuhum! That’s it…”

A voice urging me to play next game resonated in my mind, which had become vague for a moment.

I could sense it intuitively.

The best time is now.

”Then shall we try hide and seek this time?”

”Hide and seek!”

”I’ll hide while Chic closes his eyes and counts to 100. After you count to 100, Mr. Chic, you can find the temple hidden somewhere in this stable.”

”Huh! Okay!”

As I looked at that pure face without even the slightest hint of doubt, I felt like my heart would be crushed by guilt.

But now is not the time to be caught up in such idle thoughts.

I gritted my teeth and composed myself.

”Then I’ll hide. You must never open it in the middle.”

”Huh! One~ two~ three~ four~”

He coldly turned his back on the girl who was counting with the clarity of the world, covering her eyes with her hands.

-Wait! Underworld people!

The thing that held me back was the voice of the Archangel Assistant, which I am now sick of hearing.

As I slowly turned my gaze filled with intense irritation towards the direction from which I heard the sound, I saw a holy sword with the tip of its blade stuck dangerously close to the pillar, begging me for help.

-You left me like this! Where on earth are you going! Everything, right now! Why don’t you come here right away—!?

I was puzzled by the very frightened voice, so I looked around for a moment.

Now that I looked, there was a mountain of horse manure collected to be used as fertilizer just below the holy sword.

It was as obvious as fire that if left alone, the holy sword would soon fall on top of it.

Considering the sacred value of the holy sword, it had to be retrieved as quickly as possible.

But why?

-Do you think that an incompetent and barbaric underworlder like you can overcome this situation without my help!? Well, now! Okay! It’s not too late! Quickly bow your head to me and support me!

It never occurred to me that I should rescue that thing.

-Now, wait a minute, why isn’t there an answer? You’re really going, aren’t you? Yeah, right? Great! I will show you special mercy just this once! The hero’s body is offered as a tribute about 5 days a week, no! Let’s agree on 3-4 days a week! How is it! Isn’t this a truly unconventional offer?

Instead of answering, he slowly made the sign of the cross with a faint smile.

As she said, I didn’t know that she would be essential to overcome this situation.

Aside from her blood-pressure-inducing way of speaking, the information she had was definitely useful.

However, I couldn’t be sure how far I should trust the words of the author, who was hell-bent on stealing the hero’s body.

Above all, I had absolutely no desire to join hands with a robber who told me to give away what belonged to others.

Even if it means the fate of this world depends on it.

Food.

-What─!?

After snorting with a laughable face, he quickly left the place.

The tearing screams continued to ache my back, but each time, my steps only became lighter.

Rejecting her offer was definitely an impulsive choice.

But I didn’t have any regrets about making that choice.

No matter how much the current generation’s Demon King is an Irregular among Irregulars with the will of many others involved, since it is a dungeon, if he destroys the core, he will be able to collapse.

Moreover, as far as I know, the angel assistant is not the only person who might know a clue to solving the current situation.

The most sacred space in this system, where only the saint and her exclusive guardians are allowed to enter.

The throne room of the saint.

There was only one person there besides me and the saint.

A being shrouded in an invisible veil lived there.

That guy would know the answer I’m looking for.

It was an absurd hypothesis based purely on my intuition, but the name he confidently declared gave blind faith to that hypothesis.

”God······.”

I have tried my best to ignore and deny that absurd claim until this very moment.

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After throwing away the holy sword that claimed to be an archangel in the stable, a feeling of skepticism came over me belatedly as to what on earth I had been doing.

I had to go to the throne room. Because the answer I’m looking for will be there.

The problem is how on earth you get there.

The remaining stigmata are 4 strokes away.

If it were a normal dungeon, it would have been more than enough defense, but considering the danger lurking here, it was far from enough.

”First, you have to join your colleagues…”

Amazing!

It was right then.

As I was running out into the main street toward the throne room, three or four creepy shadows cast over my head, stopping my smooth running.

Kwaang!

”Ugh!”

What you see beyond the rising dust and the cracks sweeping past your cheeks are the shapes of three or four human beings.

The red gaze that was clearly looking at us through the earthen salt gave me a vague guess as to their identity.

”Haha, I’m going crazy…”

I wonder if even one person can escape. That’s up to 3 people. I just laughed out loud.

Feeling such deep despair, I decided to cry and eat mustard, but ended up taking out the remaining long sword.

”Hero’s Punch─!”

Pow! Kwasik! Kwaang!

Something before swept my eyes like thunder, instantly crushing, pulverizing, and destroying the enemies in front of me with a familiar roar.

The blow was so fast that the moment I closed my eyes and opened them, the situation was already over.

”Are you hurt anywhere? Father! I’m so glad it’s not too late!”

She greeted me with a very familiar face and held out her hand, stained with red and black blood.

Stop.

Without realizing it, I took a step back.

It was inevitable.

It was indescribably embarrassing to see someone who at first glance appeared to be a warrior, but in reality was something completely different, pretending to be a warrior and talking to me.

Swipe.

I wondered if I had thought wrong, so I unbuttoned a few buttons at the nape of my neck.

”Huh? Why are you suddenly taking off your clothes…?”

”······!?”

But that choice only made it clearer that what was in front of me right now was not the hero.

Even though I have my collarbones clearly exposed, you don’t want to look at it with your eyes shining.

I could definitely say it. The author is not a warrior.

No matter how urgent the situation was in the first place, it made no sense that the moment we met, the warrior’s eyes did not sequentially scan my body from above.

”Ruler! Take my hand! Father! Your colleagues are waiting!”

”······”

I had to make a choice.

Should I please that fake hero first, or should I investigate her identity right now?

”The saint is also very worried! Quickly!”

”······”

She almost laughed.