I can't ask the Saint to fuck me, so I just came out. In the first place, a bastard with that position is nothing but a demon.
But if this doesn't happen, where in the world, motherfucker.
Of course, the beauty of Saint was more than I imagined, so I think it would be a prize. But I'm not. It's better to go and play with your wives because you hang out with the saints.
Go back quickly and achieve the Winia Milk Juggle and Risha Butt Hit Daily Quest. Of course, the reward is their affection. I can't do it for a day.
Well, since the name is Saint, I will take care of it with words only.
I'm a little nervous, but I'm not worried. I can only bring that to the alchemist's guild, but a woman named Saint won't take it off.
"What? You don't like it?"
With that in mind, the Saint looked at my face with a brutal expression.
Standing next to me is similar in height and a little smaller. Is it about 5 centimeters smaller than me? Kind of. It's a considerable accessory.
"Yes? Hmph. No way. I will guide you then, Saint. There's a place you stopped by."
"This is the first time I've been out since I came to church. What is the hallmark of this city?"
There's no way there's a masterpiece in this city.
"Of course it's speculative. As Duke of Istanbul, the Arena is quite large, so there is a lot to see."
"Ah, the defenses must be more active."
Activate?
Hearing the nuances you're talking about, did the capital become popular at the Arena?
"Is the Arena in the Capital not activated?"
"I don't think so, but there are more man-to-human matches than defeating monsters. As a woman who devoted herself to the Body of Faith, it wasn't very pleasant to see her. Tsk, it's not good to spill blood between people without Haril."
There is no way that monsters can overflow this side of the Hajisa capital.
If there is no monster match, there will be a match between people. It will also be popular, but it is natural to be repulsive from a religious standpoint.
That's what Elise said.
"Oh, oh! As expected, Saint! It seems that goodness reaches the sky! Of course we shouldn't fight each other! Hey! Hearing what the Saint said, I think I'm getting a little higher as a quasi-religious!"
"The quasi-prisoner seems to be good for Abu. If this is the king, he will praise his appearance."
Once again, the Saint, who put his hand between his chest bones, scratched his cigarette bag. I think she's a little weird, too.
"Yes! Inhuman, no! Extremely beautiful!"
"That's a bad assessment. Try a little more."
"No, do you like that? I thought the Saint was absurd."
To be honest, I was imagining a warm image that was compassionate and contained anything... similar to Claudie's. By the way, Saint Cadia just feels like a cold, realistic charity boss.
"Hahaha, I feel like my fantasy is broken because you enjoy the look compliment."
He replied as if the Saint who smoked at the door was nothing.
"Well, it's one of the joys of being picked up by the men. The church guys don't taste like that. And it's not boring to say that it's a life thrown into the faith. Now that I've come out to play like this, I can't even stand the feeling. I'm sorry to break your visions. Still, he looks like a hospitality guy."
The life of the Saint is also hard. Perhaps such an extreme environment had a major impact on shaping her personality.
"Yes, I think so. Saint is a rare beauty. Hey, the courting sons of bitches aren't going to stop."
"Who will plead with the Saint of the Bronze Society?"
What is beautiful is true.
But she is still a violent religious saint, so she may not have a big man to beg for. Is she also a virgin?
"Hmph, anyway, I can't believe you're here to play. You're a saint.The Great Demon is just a piece of shit... No. It's just a jerk. So you want to go to the Arena?"
"The Arena is not very attractive."
"There must be monsters by now. There is also a prestigious troll called Drakes. Or don't you like being violent?"
We should go see Cool again at least once.
I thought the world was going to collapse when CoolCoolCool, who I met again, saw his name removed and became Drake.
"I hate to use violence in useless places. Violence is what happens when you use it in the right place. Endless violence is the object of a struggle."
"Ohh."
Surprisingly, he had the right idea.
According to the Catholic saint, violence must be used correctly, but justice can be established. That is the core idea of fusion communion.
Not long ago, Bügall had a cockroach based on that idea.
Vulgar was a cheeky bastard who deserved to be tortured and insulted to his soul. Those bastards should be eaten alive.
"I was always thinking the same thing. Violence should only be used by cheeks. I've always lived like that. It's natural that demons, monsters, criminals should just slay the visible."
"Hmmm... I think I have the right idea to be recognized by the headquarters. I like the idea. It's not really right. It looks like there's a lot of flexibility."
She said with a cold smile that emitted smoke.
"Uh-huh, that's a compliment. So let's walk. Good view of the city."
"It doesn't look so good."
"I've just done it myself."
Even if this is a nice place, the Duke of Chang can't be cooler than the capital.
Anyway, I talked to Saint Cadia about this.
In the first place, I didn't know much about the city, so I couldn't introduce myself as a guide or drag around.
But this is what you need.
Being with a tall person can be extremely tense, but one of the advantages is that words come out of alcohol.
This is all the ability you received when you were in the army.
If you can't rob an armory at night, you can search it.
That way, I provocatively reconstructed the sled that Kim Kott established justice and told the Saint. Much of it belonged to the right kind of violence she had just said.
"Haha, you like dancing. I think the quasi-religious knows what violence is."
"You actually like being violent, don't you?"
I like the sleigh that killed the bandit.
I noticed it was quite pleasant.
"Only with the right violence."
"You know something."
The experience that was once called to Ivant's infant was helpful. It's easier because I think I have to tell a story like I did back then.
But one question arises.
"But if you're a Saint, aren't you really good at fighting? I think the dizzy Crusaders should be appointed Saints so that they can be eaten alive."
"The quasi-prisoner seems to be prejudiced."
"No, I'm not prejudiced, but I have a friend of mine who has a glorious cross, and he's a really scary friend. A nun who needs to be satisfied by grinding monsters and making six churches."
In my view, Saintess was the position that Elise would be given when she was appointed to senior positions.
I don't know, but it was obvious that the Saint Cadia would also be mad at seeing the blood of the unclean.
"Is there also a connection to the Light Fame Cross?"
She looked at my face, which emitted smoke.
"If you catch monsters, beat criminals, and kill pagans, you will have a connection. Well, you know about Ezatsu, don't you? I am also a veteran of the Temple Army."
"Now you can call me a War Distinguished Person, but I don't have a hand."
"That's the guardian of the park, or the incarnation of justice."
I started explaining the position of Saint Cadia because I was roughly that lucky.
"Rather than fighting on the front lines, the Saint focuses on finding ways to solve problems after receiving reports from the rear."
"Ah, you feel like a commander? It's hard as it is."
That's why the report was so stubborn.
It was said that the position of issuing directives should ultimately be responsible for everything. It is natural to ask for more accurate information, as your instructions may result in significant losses.
"Yeah, it's hard. There are limited troops, but the problem to solve is a pile... If you try to solve it here, there will be casualties there, and if you send it there, there will be problems elsewhere. The world is still confused, so there is no day for the Saint to rest."
As I said with a sigh, I comforted myself by playing the right game.
"Hahaha, but since the Saint works day and night, isn't the world at least stable? Still, the church is too busy. I can't believe you sent such a hard-working Saint to his room. Isn't the original dispatch better to send someone below?"
"That's it. I really don't like it... I'll have more work to do when I get back. So, Saint Bone intends to take a little break here."
"Truly legitimate rights! Maybe God will guarantee you that too!"
After all, I became a brother-in-law who listens to the complaints of Catholic saints. We stopped walking around the city and sat on a bench and talked.
"Huh, what does Verde have to do with his will? It's hard for Saint Bone."
"God can't help it. But when you take a break, you have to take a break to get through the job."
"I see. You're right."
"I hope that one day a peaceful world will come. Then the Saint can be guaranteed a weekend."
"I don't know if that day will come... haha."
Saint smoked in succession. But it doesn't smell very good. When asked, it's not bad for health, it's just a token. It's expensive.
There are also different types of tobacco in this neighborhood.
Adventurers and smokers are poisonous and cannot smoke. Originally, I started smoking when I was in the army, but when I came to this world, it was just automatic smoking.
If you quit smoking and your lung capacity drops, you're more likely to die. In the world of Karlboard, one breath was clean, and I lived with a lot of patience.
I was the most important thing to survive.
But I think about it because I'm watching.
"I would smoke a quasi-religious system."
"No, I'm not smoking."
"Is that so? It's absurd."
Anyway, I and the Saint sat on the bench and looked at the fountain and talked about it. In the first place, I was not particularly interested in fighting evil.
"The quasi-prisoner seems to be a good storyteller. Nice dragging you out. In fact, if it were not for this reason, I would have had to sit still in the church. I thank you."
What you asked me to do was just hide.
"Is it because you're busy with Andromalius?"
"There's a lot going on with the daemon gate. Hidden demons are also rotting their heads."
I'm going to be busy with this.
A moment of silence, she looked at me and said,
"It was the main purpose of this Saint to confirm that he was once a person who gave his date to a quasi-religious priest."
"Yes?"
"I like the fact that even though I have a background from the land of Mirkesha, I am serving the world and justice. Of course, there seems to be some snobbery, but it doesn't really matter because it's a fundamental part of human life. This Saint likes quasi-religious agents."
I'm glad you liked it, though it's not surprising.
But saying this means there's a purpose.
"What do you think? You don't want to be a crusader."
"Was that the purpose?"
Somehow I thought so.
"It's okay to dig up talent after you've been dispatched. Didn't you say you don't have enough troops? It is beneficial to supply when it can be supplied in many ways. I think he'll be fine if he's a quasi-religious."
I'm just thinking about working in the bone.
"Hahaha, unfortunately, there's an ethnic religion. I won't be able to be polite."
"Is that so? Well, unfortunately, it doesn't matter."
It is unacceptable that Fusion believes in another god as long as it exists.
The Saint who put a bag of cigarettes back between her breasts spoke.
"Then don't ask me again. I want to do a job, but you don't care?"
"Yes? Work?"
No, that was the end of it.
I took him around and asked him if he could do the job or not, to find out his qualities.
"I like to use people who can use them when they can. Crusaders have hard-headed heads, so it's hard to write. And I can see the churches over here giving orders, not mine."
I'm a saint, and you should see something like that.
"What about me?"
"The quasi-prisoner is an outsider, isn't he? It is more convenient for a mover to dictate what he does in return for faith."
"... you seem to know how to live the world by surprise?"
The Saint's ideas were in line with mine.
"Haha, of course we have to make a difference. Saint's seat is not gambled. After the Saint came to Istanbul, many things have been reported. But the workforce is limited. That's why I want my paramedics to take care of one thing."
"Can I hear that and make a decision?"