Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

Isvant is also different from the air.

From the wagon, I cast a stretch as I inhaled that refreshing air. Energy boils throughout the body as the tired spirit begins to rejuvenate.

The house is also the best.

"Oh, dog, I'm tired of this."

It's all good, but it was hard to send a long distance traveler, both mentally and physically. I couldn't even play with Karin and Risha, so it's hard to build up my sexual desire for them.

No matter how hard Claudie and Winia try, my sexual desire is already so great. If you don't commit all the crimes against your wives, it won't calm down... I want to go back quickly.

Most of all, I want to train in the backyard, so I'm going crazy.

When I was in Audville, I was so overwhelmed that I could only do indoor exercises. However, I had a helpless income from this job, so I was satisfied with it.

- Practical use of the actuator.

If you practice this a little more, you will be able to use it naturally. You have to polish even bare combat skills.

"Cat, are you going straight to church?"

Claudie said as she stretched.

I intend to go to church right away.

"Uh, I'll be right back. I'm going in first. I'm resting."

"Yes, I will."

Claudie smiles and answers and kisses my cheeks.

"Uh-huh, Claudie, aren't you tired?"

"Yep... I didn't make it last night because I didn't have the right qualities. I need to get some rest when I get in."

"I'm looking forward to doing it tonight."

"Huhu, then I'll look forward to it. Do you have to come quickly?"

"Yes."

I greeted the marshal as I cleaned up my things.

After clearing it up, Winia grabbed my backpack.

"Give me the nigger backpack."

"It's heavy. Are you gonna be okay?"

"This is heavy. Go to the Nigger Church and don't leak on the other side of the road."

Winia grabbed my cheek with both hands and asked for it.

I think I'm going crazy because I have an erection, but there's a way out.

"I'll be right back, so just wait. Oh, but do you need anything? I'll go to church and buy it on the way back."

"Well, buy me something to eat when the nigger comes."

I made a lot of money anyway, so I think I should stop by the bakery and come.

"Then I'll go."

I sent them home and headed to the church.

The demon crisis in Odville solved all of it. It's only been about two weeks. I'm sure I can get a good rating from Saint Cadia.

Wasn't the case cleared up perfectly?

I arrived at the church because I was unfolding my imagination about how much I would get.

But you're not gonna be absent today, are you?

"Nice to meet you, Quartermaster."

The priest who was standing in front of the church came to greet him and shook his hand with a wide smile. I don't know his name, but he's a priest with a lot of faces.

"Ah, how did you do?"

"Sure, but what brings you here today?"

"Tell the Saintess something. Are you there?"

"Yes, you are. Let's go in."

However, the church of the Bronze Society was like a room in my house.

I went right inside and told him what to do, and then I went into the parlour and waited. I was preparing to rob Agari after I took out the report, so one of the nuns came in soon and said,

"Quartermaster, the Saint is coming up to the room."

"Are you?"

The tall one must go to him himself.

Who are you calling?

"The Saint is complaining of fatigue due to excessive work. Looks like you don't have the energy to move. You've been busy since you came. I'm doing my job by reducing my silence for the well-being of the world. So I think you asked me to come up."

"Hmph, you mean the Saint?"

He said he had a lot of work to do, but he was also overworked.

He told me that story last time.

Originally, a good superior had to do a lot of work to make it easier for the lower people to live. Although there seems to be a bit of an authoritative corner, I'm sure he's still a good man.

"Then follow me."

"Yes."

I followed the nun up to the room of Saint Cadia.

I've been there once, so there's no problem.

- Knock knock.

"Saint. I brought you a quasi-prisoner."

A nun knocked, and immediately a fine voice was heard.

I think you should come in.

"You go in, then."

"Yes, Sister, do your best."

The nun who preached the word immediately left.

- Yikes.

I grabbed the doorknob and turned it around and went inside the room.

- Aggravation.

As soon as I opened the door, I smelled the scent of fresh flowers.

Perfume... I think I use something good.

"Are you here, quasi-prisoner? I was waiting."

"Oops."

When I saw her, I was rolling a pen on a new chair that looked quite strange.

The golden, shiny hair was stretched out without any cleansing, but the sunlight made it look good as it was. Well, I'm alone in the room, so I don't have to clean my head.

However, she was currently wearing only a white shirt.

- Bonjour.

My chest is violently protruding. I was so worried that the button would burst, the whole line of my body was exposed.

It seems like the black brassiere is shining clean.. Is the bottom wearing only panties now?

"It took me about a week to migrate. I'm here faster than I thought. Let's start with the story. Sit down in front, quasi-prisoner."

"Oh, you have to. But, Saint."

"But why."

"Well, do you look like you did?"

No matter how much your room is, I'm here and I'm so defenseless.

Even I, trained by four wives, took away my gaze for a moment.

Karin feels just like this on her day off, so she pushes her down and takes off her panties, but I think it's because it's reminiscent.

"Hugh. Can't you open your eyes to the beauty of this Saint? Well, the ordained conquest of Saint is quite frustrating. I suffer from heavy duty every day, but I like to dress comfortably in my room. You have rewarded Bourne."

A Cardian Saint with a pen pulls out his chair and leans back comfortably and twists his legs. Unfortunately, I didn't check the color of my panties.

.. Are you not wearing it?

"Uh-huh, you're right. Of course you should wear it comfortably at home. Anyway, I'm going to give you a report on how we've solved this case."

I think I'm going crazy because I have an erection right now, and I'm pressured to laugh and talk. I don't think I've been in a wagon for a day.

It's too irritating.

"You're so confident. Let me report to you."

Immediately, I took out a paper on case resolution from Odville and a report I wrote myself. As soon as I saw a small batch of documents, the Saint opened her eyes wide.

"Hoo?"

I notice I seem to like it.

"Just read it. I've been doing it as neatly as I can."

"Did you do all the paperwork? You did a great job. I love it."

After reaching out, she slowly began to read the documents one by one.

"After I collected the data myself, I cooperated with Cityguard and processed it in the direction of devastation on the ground."

I added a reasonable explanation in time.

"It usually takes a little time to do the paperwork, but the Cityguard and I agreed to share our contributions fairly quickly. Oh, but the case itself was perfectly solved. I talked to the mayor myself. The identified demons have been wiped out."

"..."

"I even got a thank-you note from the city, hmm. Citizens cheered. I have been raising the status of the Bronze Society."

I took out the thank-you badge and put it on the table.

The Saint who saw it closed his mouth and looked into my eyes as he touched his lips with a serious face.

"... Saint?"

"Hmm."

The Saint opened his mouth again as he looked into his eyes.

"Very good. Very good. The Associate Priest seems to be very good at writing. Well done. You did a great job. It's easy to read. I'm surprised you even got a thank-you note."

"Hmph, thank you for the compliment."

I seemed to like the way my work was handled.

I added the story of killing child serial killers and the explanation of the labour reformers deceived by the devil following the question of the saint reading the report.

She nods and stamps all my explanations.

"Do you know that this Saint is suffering from a terrible attack?"

She organized the documents and put them in the desk drawer, spread out her long back hair once, and asked me that.

"You can see it just by looking. The Saint is suffering a lot."

"The reason this Saint suffers from the battle is because all of them lack troops. So one of the biggest concerns of Saint Bone these days is to enlarge her troops."

Troops are always short. Squadron, you cheap son of a bitch, you're making it look like a platoon.

No, all of a sudden I have an old idea.

"Honestly, one crusader. And one priest. It also takes a long time and costs a lot of money to create a workforce that can be put directly into the field. This is not uncommon, even with a faithful and just ability."

Then the Saint twisted his leg to the other side. Seeing long legs and resilient thighs, it was hard to get over the saliva.

I'm going crazy.

I want to go back quickly and hold my wives in my arms.

"The quasi-prisoner is a very talented man. I didn't expect to kill all the demons hiding in the city in a week. The Saint thought it would take at least a month."

That's because of Hildegard's help, of course. It would have taken a month without her. Anyway, it's a tragedy, so I don't know.

"It's amazing that I solved it in such a short time, but I've done my job perfectly. The paperwork is clean, the power and cooperation of the city make it work... flexible, and the ability to pursue efficiency."

"Saint?"

"And we have a just heart and a definite morality."

Why is she floating me like this?

But I have nothing to say because it's all a fact.

"I think this is enough for a qualification test."

Qualification test?

"In keeping with the talent that Saint Bone wants."

She called me after she said it herself and nodded.

"How's it going, quasi-religious."

"Yes?"

"Don't you intend to work under this Saint?"

Muragu?

The moment I heard something wrong, I hardened.

"A clear hatred of evil. Completed morality. Flexibility to compromise there. Even the ability to use authority. Better the quasi-religious than the dizzy crusaders."

"Now, hold on, Saint! What did you just say!"

I asked for confirmation.

"Hugh. If you accept the offer, I will make you the immediate Paladin of this Saint."

The Saint who laughed with his arms bent and replied.

"The Bronze Society is one of the largest churches in the world. If you work under the bishop of that church, it's not about getting wealth and honor. It's fair, but it's the right thing for a quasi-religious priest who belongs to a snob."

This is insane!

"This is the reward of this Saint."

I was forced to get up from my seat and pull both ears.

This is a good thing?

Immediately he calmed down and asked calmly.

"Direct Paladin... Isn't it too sudden? What do you believe in me?"

No, I certainly did a hell of a job, but what should I say about getting a spot like that as a reward?

- It's a matter that needs to be considered before it gets hot.

I'm a quasi-prisoner, but I'm not going to be in a position called Paladin.

"The Saint believes in his own discernment and reported record. Verification has already been completed. The title of quasi-prisoner is a title that has never been used to explore the history of the school. Do you know how hard it is for an outsider to be recognized by the Church?"

That's what the quadrilateral was?

Certainly, it would be rare for these stubborn fanatics to acknowledge outsiders.

"Just that I have already received the title of quasi-religious agent, the verification is complete. It's just a test of how this Saint fits into the talent she wants. We need to recruit as many talented people as we can to make this Saint feel a little more comfortable."

I gave an analysis of this situation as my head began to turn inhumanely. This is something that requires more thought.

I may regret making this decision right away.

"Hmm, are you thinking about it?"

The Saint asked me if I had penetrated my heart.

"I thought if I used the beauty of Saint Bone, I would go right ahead."

Is that why you dressed your shirt?

"You don't seem very interested in the color. It's completely different from what it looks like wildly..."

"What are you talking about! I can't live without it!"

I can still hold my erection!

"Well, thank goodness."

The Saint smiled.

"Well, I'm not asking you to decide right now. Since this Saint seems to be in this room for a long time, you can tell her the answer until she leaves."

Is that a grace period?

"If you think about it, come by any time. Saint Bone quite liked the quasi-religious agent. I don't want to give up a workforce I can use. Remember, I promise to treat you that way."

It is certainly a difficult proposition to say no.

I asked once.

"... Saint. If I accept, what will I do?"

"You can stay in the capital and move according to the order of this Saint."

Going to the capital?

"Now, wait a minute. But what about faith? Is it okay if I don't have that much faith yet?"

"I recognize that the quasi-religious lack of fear and faith in the god Verde. However, I think that religion is not established solely by faith in God. An individual's just heart and beliefs. Religion is a good thing if you have morals."

It's blasphemy!

"Faith doesn't matter?"

"Believing in God is nothing but a bluff."

She talks in an explanatory note as she twitches her chin.

"If people are truly just, there is no need for religion."

"It's a bit of an ideal story."

You're right, but you can't call it religion.

It's kind of a political philosophy story.

"Do you think it's more than a quasi-religious system? Well, Saint Bone has believed that since she was a child. But the higher you go, the more visible the realities are, the more they interfere with the ideals you believe in."

"Of course. There are no creatures more corruptible than humans. They were originally human puppies, so it would be almost impossible to realize a religious justice society without a placenta."

Originally human beings were without conscience.

Does the Saint have this idea because he knows it?

"... you know very well."

The Saint seemed to be positive about my answer.

I told you in person that it is impossible to say evil in the world.

"But this Saint lives with the hope that he will be able to make such an ideal fragrance. To create such a world, a realistic person like a quasi-religious person is the most desperate. In the first place, the Associate Priest was not recognized by the Church. Then it doesn't matter how much faith you have."

The Saint who spoke there grabbed the pen again.

"The story ends here. Let's take this seriously. This is a personal wish, but I hope you'll accept the offer. Cat quasi-religious."

At the end of those words, I went out to church.