Chapter 48

༺ The First Letter (48) ༻

The next morning, I visited the temple once again.

Coincidentally, the saintess was in charge this morning yet again. Recently, my encounters with her have become particularly frequent. Though we only knew each other by names.

Of course, this stalemate was entirely because of me.

The priest’s job is to heal the wounded. For the last month, no one has been in need of medical attention as often as I have.. It was a circumstance in which I had no choice but to interact with the saintess frequently.

Frequent encounters accompany the feeling of liking someone. It was the basics of social skills that I read about during my childhood. Yet for some reason, the Saintess’ gaze today seemed cold.

Her rosy eyes alternated between my face and my hands, which were covered in blood and pus.

Words of excuse naturally flowed out of my mouth as I lowered my head, as in in a servile manner.

“I’m sorry, saintess. Still, isn’t this also an event orchestrated by Aru…?”

“You shalt not take the name of thy Lord in vain.”

“Alright.”

My nonsensical gibberish was rapidly suppressed by the Saintess’ icy voice. I immediately returned to my stiff posture and glanced at the Saintess.

She shook her head and let out a deep sigh.

Her voluptuous breasts swelled, then subsided. I gazed at the scene as if possessed, then immediately averted my gaze and came back to my senses.