Winter in the capital
"Come on, what are you doing without eating? Are you sure you can't eat the food that Saint saw?"
Where else in the world would I be uncomfortable?! Saint, you're pretending not to do this, and you're fucking with me right now.
This is a hopeful prediction. I missed it.
I said it's okay, but I'm really disappointed, so I'm pulling the tee. This is really inevitable. Just waiting for the typhoon to pass, I had to go to the dump.
"No, it's not like that... yes. I'll eat."
There were many different types of seaweed on the table. It was like a buffet, but it was just painting bread. I would have tasted so damn good if it were usual, but I know it's the atmosphere.
This is never a place to enjoy the taste. I don't even know who ordered this food in the first place.
"You should eat."
But he told me to eat away... I picked up a biscuit that was closest to me and put it in my mouth.
- Well.
I chewed it right away and it doesn't taste right. I can only think of the dry feeling of having a crunchy texture and a liver made of sugar. I would rather have toast than be bored by the army.
"..."
I chewed the biscuit in silence.
- Whoo.
The Saint was just staring at me as he continued to smoke. It's like throwing food at an animal and watching indifferently.
I felt like I had to put my stomach on because of the cool feeling on my unique sharp-eyed eyes. No, fuck this. I thought I had become skilled among strong women... but the Saint has a different feeling.
Is it because she is a saint and supervisor of a large church?
"You eat very well."
"..."
Suddenly the Saint said so.
"I've got a lot of hard work to do, and I'm moving very cool down my throat. Yes, the world will get a little better if we eat more and use more power from our wiener, Faladin. Catch demons, catch pagans. It's all a good thing anyway. Seeing you eat without spelling makes the Saint's heart feel better."
"..."
I stopped eating.
"Saint, I was wrong. You keep saying that, so it's hard to eat."
I couldn't stand the tone of that grave setting me up. So when he said it was hard, he changed his face and twisted his leg to the other side, as if he had heard something truly unimaginable.
"Oops. You put a lot of pressure on Paladin."
- Glug.
I naturally saw the inside of it.
"The Saint who saw Paladin, who discovered the spiritual invasion early and saved his life in the future, did not burden him. It's also in the middle of a meal."
Oh, shit.
"Let's start with a story that was originally intended because we couldn't eat it."
She rubbed a cigarette on the ashtray and grabbed the bottle that was right in front of her and opened the lid. Then I slowly began to follow the glass.
- Peek.
The fragrance spreads. I wanted to follow me, but I didn't. The Saint, who filled his cup, finished drinking.
You don't even follow the fucking booze.
- Gulp, Gulp.
I hear the sound of overdrinking clearly.
Because of that, the white neckline and the clavicle seemed to be emphasized. The sternum that looks right down there... it's a little rusty. The Saint did not seem to care about the exposure itself.
I don't see any response while I'm looking at my skin like that. I would have thought it was a joke I used to do, but today I feel different. I'm a little tired.
"Haa..."
Anyway, the Saint, who emptied the cup in an instant, took a breath and put it down on the table.
"Yes, cultural differences must be respected. But... the more I think about it, the more I'm surprised. Seven... how are they seven? Too much, isn't it?"
That's the way it is.
How come there are seven?
It's hard to believe even me.
Elysée once pointed out something similar to me. I was angry because I said five people, so I was pretty worried. Religious people have similar sensitivities.
Religious people thought negatively about some of the multiculturalism.
"..."
Anyway, I'm shaking my head because I don't have anything to say, so the Saint suddenly said in a soft tone.
"Keep your head up."
"Yes."
"Paladin. This Saint is never angry. I'm not angry, so I'm not reproaching you either."
"... you're very angry, aren't you?"
- Piercing.
The moment I said that, the Saint looked at me.
"... this Saint was not angry."
Then he looked me in the eye and said,
"If you're angry, can you treat me like this? Neither is this bold outfit. Yes, this is a token of trust. This Saint trusts Paladin very much and also believes in him."
That's what it means in that refugee-like outfit.
"Yes, so far, and Paladin has done enough for the Saint. I was very satisfied not only with my work performance, but also with my usual behavior."
I was so good. Work, work, social life, social life. These were the elements that make up Gimcott.
"That's why the Saint was so shocked."
Shock.
"... that's it."
"Isn't Paladin, too? Not at any other job, but in the" church. "If this was the kind of vulture Paladin believed in by the Seen Saints in the position of Saint. It's very shocking, isn't it?"
"... that's right."
Admittedly.
"It's shocking, of course."
I nod.
"Acknowledgement is fast. Well, I honestly can't say that Paladin's private life is quite messy. What do you think of culture? If you grew up knowing that with common sense, you can't blame yourself."
- Peek.
The Saint began to follow the liquor again.
"Yes... that's the same thing."
"What? What did you just say?"
"Yes?"
"What did you just say? Let's say again."
"I said... yes."
"Yes... that's it. All right. I know what Paladin thinks very well."
What did you do?
"The Vulture Paladin didn't do anything wrong. You just acted like that because you're a Mirkeshire, didn't you?"
"Oh, my God."
- Taaak.
Once again, the drunken Saint violently puts the cup on the table and begins to ask as if he is a drunkard.
What the...! I don't know what you're thinking! I'm sure you're angry, but I'm not sure what's the problem...!
What the hell is this?
I should know something about that.
"... you know what you're saying. On our Mirkesha side... it was extremely natural to call it a partial solution. A strong warrior has many spouses, male or female."
I tried to talk to him naturally based on what I saw in the library.
"I left you, but that was common sense. I heard that Kar has a lot of nobles. So I thought that was natural. It was only recently that I learned, as I said before, that this is a matter for debate."
The Saint who listened to me nodded.
"So the vigilante Paladin, who became a strong warrior, took all the women he met as his wives?"
"... yes."
"You keep tradition very well. It's amazing. It's great. The families in Paladin's hometown are in this tragedy... No. If you look at this situation, it would be a very big celebration."
The Saint continued to nod and followed him endlessly. The whole bottle was already empty. I told you it's not that strong... I'm already getting a new bottle.
"Certainly, if you were a Faladin man, women would be in line. Do you choose the women you like as your wives?"
"..."
Did I choose?
No, it's not.
"That's ridiculous."
"..."
I have nothing to say.
"Paladin. This Saint is not asking about Paladin's private life. To ask Palladin, who will continue to work at the church together, as a supervisor, to find out in advance what might be going on. I don't normally ask these questions. But it is necessary. You know that, right?"
That's true, too.
Until now, the Saint had never asked me such a personal question. There are a few times, but this is the first time I have asked in depth. And of course... we will continue to work together.
"Yes... I can say so."
I nod.
I was a little surprised to see more of my wives, but I couldn't explain it all, so I was just positive.
"Then let's ask another question."
The Saint only continued to drink when he saw me who answered so.
"Is that how you make a lot of wives? Ah, that's probably it. Thinking about the characteristics of the Mirkesians... is that to spread more of the descendants of Paladin?
"... shameful, but yes. That's right."
"Hugh."
This can be answered with certainty.
I have a lot of mannuras, and Claudie said so in the end, but the fundamental purpose is to spread a lot of my offspring. About a hundred people, as Claudie wants.
Then I'll set up any country.
"Really, haha..."
The Saint sighed.
"Yes... it would be natural to place the greatest value on such a thing... offspring... more offspring..."
Take a sigh and bring back a new bottle of liquor and follow his cup. You just keep going.
"How hard can it be? Seven wives."
It's not that hard. Rather, my sisters are having more trouble every night. Now, in just about an hour, I can send all seven of them out of their minds.
"..."
Just as I was not answering anything, the Saint reacted as if something had come to mind.
"No, wait."
"Yes?"
"How many children do you have now?"
Not yet.
"... with seven wives, there must be at least five."
"Nothing yet."
"What, what?
Immediately, the Saint opened his eyes.
"Yes?"
"Nothing?"
"Yes."
"Seven wives and no children yet?"
It's been a while to give birth. At least I need to be stronger than Karin or Claudie to make a plan. It will take at least a few years.
"We need to focus on what we do now. There are no plans yet."
"What are you..."
The Saint seemed to be confused. Is there any element that might be shocked by the absence of a child?
"Hmmm..."
At this moment, the Saint, who avoided my gaze, blindfolded his mouth as if he could not be relieved.
"Ze..."
"Saint?"
This is more reactive than my wife said.
Why is that?
"Not yet... I mean... what? No, wait a minute."
"Yes?"
"Hold on. Let's move on for a second, Paladin."
"Speak."
What the hell is this?
"So you don't plan to have children yet, but did you indiscriminately increase the number of wives first? Huh, what a relief. That means that I've been thinking about increasing my wife more if I'm stronger than usual."
I think it feels similar.
"Don't you like women too much, Paladin?"
The Saint, who couldn't be so relieved, had a purple look.
"He's a born seamstress."
"Get in, you're a born seamstress..."
The conclusion continues to be:
How long do I have to wait?
"Don't you know if the Saint who saw this would be in danger? I was making fun of Faladin in my dream that he was such a serious volcano."
"..."
"Don't you think that when you look at the Saint?"
Immediately, the frowning Saint asked as he acted as if he was covering his heart. No, I don't know what to say if you want me to go like this!
It can't be!!!!
"Say something. I want you to do it, so that Saint Bone can trust Paladin, right?"
"Oh, Saint! Please, I was wrong! Please forgive me, it's not like that!"
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