Aiming to Be an Orc Gentleman

I came to church.

Last night, I sent Mel to the jail after she had passed out, and after noon, I came to Mel's "Forest Exit Pavilion," where my face turned bright red.

"You are full of troubles, get paid at church!

and the church was the destination where they yelled at me and forced me to take them out.

It's irrational. I said I just acted as a gentleman. And now, Merle, who fainted yesterday, had a very happy smile. I told her that to at least the resistance, and she turned bright red in her face and tried to kick up my groin, then she went home angry with her puffy shoulder after hesitation.

What did you want to do?

Either that or Mel, who was so disturbed last night than I was, thought Sister should listen to me. It's hard to be in a stressful workplace.

Speaking of the Church, I hear it's for man to repent. Am I allowed to go into the church after being an oak? [M]

In the first place, I didn't do anything to confess. I live with my chest stretched out every day. The gentleman won't allow it to be dark behind him.

It's a decent church. At the top of the triangular roof, a slightly obsolete cross stretches into the sky. Virgin or Virgin, you have beautiful stained glass of a woman wearing a veil.

Even in the town of Nunu, there is not much vibrancy around here due to the fact that it is hidden in one place.

Even so, it was never dark, and I even had the illusion that I was calm or full of comfortable silence and as if I had come to another town.

It's just past noon, so it's just lunchtime. There were no figures in the church, and the majestic air overflowed the church.

Sitting on the edge of a regularly arranged bench, looking at the stained glass with the sun light slipping in and shining, I heard something coming from the end of the door present behind the chapel.

I don't have Mr. Sister, so I didn't think anyone was around, but I can hear something like talking from across the door. I can't even get in the way just now, so when I looked at the statue of the Virgin blurred, I spoke louder.

That's crazy. Besides the talking, I also heard the sound of rocking my desk. The two sounds became more intense, and I wondered if I was in a fight.

But from a human point of view, the church seems to be a sacred place. In such an important place, is there someone who fulfills and does not fight for a combination?

When I thought, let's take a look at the fold, the sound stopped.

You're suspicious of boulders. Maybe even thieves are in there. But behind the chapel hangs a banned ticket, and I didn't think it was a place where I, who wasn't human, could enter the darkness.

I had no choice but to call someone human, and the door opened.

It was an old young girl who came out.

He shook the white cleric clothes that were bumpy and looked terribly surprised when he saw me. Could it be the first time you've seen an oak? Or are you just scared?

He looked like he was approaching adulthood, leaving behind his childhood. I got the impression that the characteristic dripping eyes seemed really gentle, and I kind of thought this kid might be a sweet kid.

I have something to worry about.

Why is my face so red?

"Oh, you, too, pray to the Lord………?

"Oh, no. I was forced to be brought here by an acquaintance... and it's a lot of trouble because I'm an oak, don't you think, prejudice?

When I told her how nervous she looked, she laughed at me as she creaked to breathe. If you slip on this, you won't be able to come here again.

"That's certainly a terrible bias. Some calm oaks like you."

"You will be rewarded with hard work until now……"

I tend to cry.

Somehow, Mr. Sister treats me unbiased, and that seems to be the Virgin. Just talking to her smiling slightly soothes me somewhere, or calms me down?

Is this the effect of the Church? If that's the case, I'd like to live here. It seems like you can calm down every day and be free of lust.

"Oh, yeah. Would you like to take a peek inside as well as the chapel? It's not as beautiful as here, but there's also the Bible and the portrait of the Virgin Mary, isn't there?

"Oh, that must be"

I followed the lead Mr. Sister into the back of the chapel.

At that time, I thought it was strange how Mr. Sister walked, but it's probably because of his chi.

Compared to the chapel, the interior was exactly what the expression pure poverty deserved.

Pour over the practical side and the colours are plain, still somewhat warm room.

This is like a so-called waiting room, and they're resting here if there's no one coming to church.

There was one cup on the candy table with the season that I thought was about to drink, and it was completely cold and the hot air didn't stand.

"Speaking of which, you don't see the priest or any other Mr. Sister. Shopping?

"No, the... this church is a so-called periphery, so few clerics are sent..."

I totally forgot, unlike us from the woods, this city of Nunu is a peripheral land, as Sister said, adjacent to danger for humans.

So I can also nod to the story that I'm protecting this church but only one Mr. Sister.

"I went to human territory once, but it wasn't that different from here, was it?

But if you think about it, it's a city inhabited by demons for humans. Regardless of who you're accustomed to living in, I guess it's something you can't help but have terrible preconceptions.

"Yes, I think so too, and I have hung up on HQ over and over again... Gentlemen, though many are really nice..."

You're a really sweet one.

Lady, doesn't the word exist for this man?

Then Mr. Sister showed me the Bible and taught me all sorts of things, including the origins of Anastasianism, which worships the Virgin.

It is the value of religion that has attracted particular interest. They say that the more believers an organization made up of idolatry, the more influential it becomes, and that even a royal state cannot do it without it.

At least, there was no god in the oak, so it was fresh.

Are non-orc species idolatrous in fulfillment? If God is not the only one who prays, and if that is to be included, is it not the act that a significant number of races pray?

Given that, the orcs are a terribly realistic, idolatrous species.

Well, if you dare, is the female body the object of faith? If there's such a thing as a god of sex, it's something you seem to be born to believe in.

Speaking of which, there was one surprise.

Anything, in Anastasianism, sexual intercourse seems to be contraindicated.

Sure, the image of sexual intercourse is slutty and decadent, but that's only a small part of it.

Living the child and prospering the seed. That is the ultimate purpose.

Although child making itself is allowed, otherwise sexual intercourse seems to be forbidden.

Apart from child making, sexual intercourse is also an act of ascertaining the affection of lovers and couples. If that were banned, the rest would just be to exhaust words, and the limits would come.

I mean, Anastasianism sees sex as dirty, so to speak.

If Orcs were forced into Anastasianism, they would tear blood and destroy churches around the world.

"Well, uh... I have to make a baby."

And I thought Mr. Sister, who had complained with a bright red face, was cute.