Adventurers Who Don’t Believe in Humanity Will Save The World

◆ Cleric/Guilty Lorikon/Zem of Colored Street

The town of Rodiane is a famous place for medicines.

Many humans craved cures because it was the closest city to the front line during the war against the Demons.

It is the priests of the Temple of Medler who worship the god of God of God of God Medler who make that cure.

Those who live there pray to God, while at the same time learning medler-style healing magic and medicine.

Zem, an intermediate cleric, was also one of his clerics.

"Master Zem! I've been picking herbs!

One girl jumped into Zem's treatment room in the temple.

"Oh, Milil. Thank you. It's no use."

"Thanks!"

Zem gave Millil a delightful head.

Millil twists herself like a tickle.

Zem is tall.

And Milil is only thirteen years old, and she's not even tall among kids her age.

The age was only about ten years away, but from the side it seemed like a parent or child.

"Is there anything else I can do to help you?

"No, it's okay."

"You make drugs, don't you? I'll help!"

"It's okay, I'll take care of this place."

Zem rushed Millil's suggestion.

Millil is still young.

The job Zem is going to take is to formulate the medicine.

Hygiene concepts and precise weighing are necessary, and sometimes poisonous grass flowers must also be dealt with.

Zem had no intention of letting a child help with such a dangerous job.

"Yeah, I can do it."

"I'll let you know if I can do some more calculations,"

"Eh, that's always all!

"Though it's okay. Because you're a kid who can study if you do it right."

"Don't treat me like a child... is it hard for Zem to be a woman who doesn't like to study?

Zem was used to the kid's opponents.

Because the temple serves as an orphanage, the elderly child had the culture of taking care of the young. Zem was also originally an orphan. I take care of a lot of the kids in the same temple, so I don't even get heartbroken by a girl who just grew up a little prettier.

Besides, Zem had already decided to be ready to devote his life as a priest of Medler God. So I wasn't even going to make a specific lover.

"It's not for me to like or dislike me.

Millil, you should work hard for your life. "

"That's all the time! Not that I don't know about Zem, but I'm a girl. Someday you're gonna marry someone, so it's smarter not to talk about what a man does."

"Millil, that's..."

"If you're worried about my future, come on..."

So Millil turns her hand around Zem's neck and stretches out her lips.

But...

"Milil."

Zem's hand held it down.

Millil was frightened when she felt signs of reprimand only with Zem's hard voice and expression.

"... don't look so scared"

"Ha... is that good, Millil? I am a cleric. I'm not going out with anybody."

"But some people are married!

"That's when someone who's already married leaves the house or quits the temple and is married. I can't marry you as a cleric, and I'm not going to stop being a cleric."

"... So you're telling me that even if there's someone you like, you're gonna keep sticking to your decisions?

"Instead, it's the clergy who shouldn't like someone as a woman."

"Liar! There's no one like that! Something we're all sneaking out with someone in the back!

And Milil threw a cage with herbs at Zem and left early enough.

"Oh man..."

It's hard for kids to be old. Zem sighs in his heart.

Zem is hot on a woman.

High back length.

A neat face.

Fine chestnut hair.

A tannic voice that brings calm to those who listen.

It looked like it embodied the ideal image of a young cleric.

I'm serious about my job. It is rarely seen as a marriage partner by the same generation because of its unfriendly solidity and its cleanliness in not storing personal wealth and also solidifying bribes. But a man who sees marriage with indifference... was greatly flawed from a different generation of older, or younger, like Millil.

Getting used to receiving favors from people, Zem was unaware of the jealousy and malice that could be directed at him like that.

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Millil was puffing me.

Zem's help was not a cumbersome labor for the girls, but a privilege for Zem to compliment them. Millil has used every means he could think of to gain that privilege. I finally got the right to get on Zem's side by establishing a position of being the top of the group of girls, sometimes by putting aside, bullying, or obsessing over girls my age. And tried to enjoy that right to the fullest. He even wanted to forgive even his body instead of his lips if Zem wanted to.

But Zem, as an adult, kept his attitude as a cleric.

I didn't just change my approach. Knowing or not the society of the Temple girls who combine orphanages, Zem did not seek to give special preference to one person, whether Milil or whoever.

Millil thinks it's sloppy.

Girls who fall in love with Zem, including themselves, are plagued by muddy hiccups and jealousy to enjoy meeting with him. Even so, Zem maintains a sober attitude without my involvement.

If you're not going to turn around, whether you're working so hard or not.

"I'm going to hate Zem."

Millil was particularly beautiful among the girls her age.

By the time he was over ten years old, he had been beaten up by the same orphan men.

Everyone would have obeyed me if Millil had ordered.

He also listens to what I say to adults by just selling a little bit of femininity.

Except Zem.

He's a man who won't be his own, and that's what makes him the most beautiful thing in this town. At first it was just interesting. But as I approached him, I was in pure favor. The language spoken is gentle, the attitude is fair, just the ideal adult.

The favor was now about to go away with favor.

As Millil approached him with desire, desire was turning into despair.

I was trapped in the thought that I could never be a person like Zem.

Instead, I even began to remember the horror in Zem, who had no palpable desire.

But Zem is also a man.

One day, I'm sure, the day will come when I fall into desire.

Like me, the day comes when I run into evil for myself.

Millil continued to seduce Zem as she looked forward to it, cultivating an evil love heart.

When it suited Zem, I carefully faced him in front of the mirror.

I tried to flirt with it in thoughtful words.

Instead, I shook my hand.

I hugged him because I thought he had fallen.

But still, Zem didn't turn around.

If the day does not come when Zem will be corrupt, Milil will realize about herself.

To be just a person tainted by desire, not a little devil or something.

"Oh, boring..."

Millil went for the temple's backyard in search of a place no one could see.

I didn't want anyone to see my face now.

There is no one in the temple backyard because the people who manage it are always lazy.

It was a great place to have a secret conversation.

"... Seriously, that catnip bastard got promoted to senior cleric?

"There's something wrong with the Chief Cleric. Why is he so annoying? I've never heard of him in his twenties."

"At least if it's a topic of pulling his leg...... damn"

So Millil stumbled upon an occasion that the intermediate clerics were discussing.

And I realized they were jealous of Zem.

If Millil had been a little younger, he would have despised them.

What terrible people they are.

If Millil had been a little more adult, he would have run away with all the trouble involved.

He said it was a loss to be involved in someone else's jealousy.

But Milil was a dangerous girl who had lost her childish sense of almighty while losing her childish purity.

"Hey, you guys."

"So, who!?

When she saw the wandering intermediate clerics, Milil nodded her tongue in her heart.

"Can I hear that story in more detail?