My Pet Is a Holy Maiden

Stand a round thick cut about half the length of your arm and wave your hand axe down toward it.

The shaken hand axe is broken vertically into round-tails and the blade eats slightly into the ground beneath the round-tails.

Stand the round-tails broken in two again and wave the axe down again.

Together with the pleasant sound of Kakon, the semi-circular Marutai turned into a quarter fan this time.

When he gathers the quadripartite round-tails and throws them aside, he sets up a new round-tails again and waves down his hand axe.

Tatsumi wipes the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand when he confirms that Maruta cracked brilliantly with the pleasant sound of Pakan.

What he's doing now is so-called salary scales.

Tatsumi, as he had decided yesterday, was putting his energy into the lower work of the temple.

"... are you breaking this...? What, all of it...?

In front of the mountain and the pile of marutai in front of him, Tatsumi asked so in a plundering voice.

"Oh, yeah. The temple is a big place. We also consume a lot of fuel firewood every day. That's why salary is an important job, newbie."

A giant, tough-faced middle-aged man who guided Tatsumi to the temple's backyard slapped him on the back, laughing haha luxuriously.

Suddenly he gets slapped in the back and Tatsumi steps on it unexpectedly. At that time, the holy mark he had placed from his neck made a sound and swayed.

"Sure... you said tatsumi or something? Look, use this guy. We're going to split the whole thing vertically with this guy."

That's what a middle-aged man offered, a handaxe that was used.

"When it's time for four, it's a break. Good luck with that."

That said, the middle-aged man gently walked away with a large strand.

By the way, four moments is roughly noon when it comes to Japanese time.

When Tatsumi weighs in on his watch, the sun shows its face about six o'clock, and then every two hours each temple rings a bell announcing the hour.

The number of bells rang once at six in the morning, twice at eight in the morning and once every two hours will increase, and it will be sunset where it rang seven times at six in the afternoon.

And each is called from one moment to seven according to the number of times they ring the bell. There was no ringing of bells at night, nor seemed to be any particular designation.

Calcedonia told me that the timing of ringing the bell is measured by the day clock. They also have magic items with timer-like features for rainy and cloudy weather, but because this item is extremely scarce and expensive, it is a treasure that should not be touched except by Giuseppe, the Supreme Priest, who has never actually even seen Calcedonia.

The cycle of the day seems to be the same as that of the Earth for twenty-four hours, but every day at six in the morning the sun rises and sets at six in the afternoon.

Tatsumi wonders if there are any changes in the length of day and night due to the season, as on Earth.

It's still the third day I've come to this world, so I didn't measure the change in length day and night well. But maybe this world is not a world where the earth moves, but a world of celestial theories where celestial bodies move more regularly.

Tatsumi doesn't know yet, but in this world, the continent and the sea are thought to be floating in what is called the star kingdom.

It is a universally believed worldview that there are huge waterfalls on the northern and eastern ocean edges, with massive amounts of seawater entering the sea from nowhere, and although the southern and western ocean edges are equally huge waterfalls, this one is depressed by seawater from nowhere.

Some wise men say the theory is that the sea water falling to the south and west waterfalls is flowing again from the north and east through a world of nothingness, but not one has seen a giant waterfall that is at the edge of the ocean, so I'm not sure if that's true.

And beyond that star realm, it is believed that there is a divine realm where the gods live.

Anyway, Tatsumi was looking up at the mountain and the piled up Marutai.

But no matter how long I watch it, that doesn't make my job any less. When Tatsumi was ready, she rolled up the sleeves of the clergy clothes she was wearing to her temper.

Now what he is wearing is not the clothes he was wearing from the original world, but cleric clothes paid for by Giuseppe.

Yesterday when I was out of Calcedonia and the city, I also bought some clothes and underwear that I would normally wear, but when I work in the temple, I am obliged to wear clergy clothes, so Tatsumi also put sleeves through these clergy clothes.

Tatsumi was also officially awarded his place as a cleric by Giuseppe. Though that is the lowest ranking lower cleric, this would have established his identity here as well.

Because an organization called the Temple is independent of the State, it will only belong to the Temple and have a certain degree of identity - priests are considered to be the same intellectual class as sages and the like.

Of course, not everyone can belong to the temple, and it is unacceptable to be introduced without passing some scrutiny by nature. Tatsumi passed them barely and obtained the status of a cleric, albeit the lowest, no doubt because some supreme priest exercised that power.

Now, as he confronted Marutai's mountain again, Tatsumi dropped his eyes on the white cleric clothes he was wearing.

Because, after all, I wondered if I could defile this white clergy garment, even though it was my job.

The cleric clothes he wears are those of the lower clergy and the colours are recognized as "work clothes" within the temple of the white ones. Therefore, no matter how much you defile it, you cannot be blamed. But if I get dirty, I'll wash it myself.

The priestly clothing worn by the clergy and the sacred mark worn differ in design depending on their status.

Incidentally, the person who led Tatsumi to the backyard earlier was a senior cleric who served as the supervisor of a junior cleric working underneath, and his name was Bogard.

Tatsumi, who has broken that she can't help but worry forever, waves the axe handed to her by that boggard several times. Having ascertained the feeling, Tatsumi stood on the ground with a bottle of Marutai nearby.

And gently wave the hand axe in your hand. At the same time that the blade of the hand axe devoured the whole tooth, the whole tooth split brilliantly into two pieces.

"Is that...? I'm not putting that much effort into it...?

Tatsumi stares at Maruta, who is far easier to crack than expected, with her neck tilted.

"Well, no. I've never cracked anything easy."

As such, more and more Tatsumi cracks Maruta.

Originally, when payroll is given, the stones and trees on which the table is made are slapped on the whole thickness and broken. Because beating it to the ground is hard to crack well on soft soil.

Naturally, Tatsumi, who has never had a salary scale before, beats him to the ground more and more without knowing it and breaks the whole thing. Without realizing that's just a little unusual.

Along the way, the temple bell rang twice and three times, but Tatsumi, who was concentrating on his salary, did not notice it.

Eventually, some time after the bell that informed him of the four moments, which were noon, rang four times, Bogard appeared in the backyard again snuggly.

"Wow, new guy. How far along...... whoa!?"

Bogard raised his surprise when he saw a pile of firewood piled up in front of him.

The large quantities of firewood Marutai prepared today were all beautifully broken into four pieces and turned into firewood. I wouldn't be able to say don't be surprised.

"Ah, Mr. Bogard. Like I was told, you broke all the marutai, didn't you?

Tatsumi, who was sitting on the ground in front of piled firewood, stood up and gave a slight voice to Boggard, who was surprised and could not even speak.

"Yes, no, you said you broke it all... you broke it all in half a day...? That much...?

Many times Bogard compared Tatsumi to the Mountain of Firewood.

This morning, suddenly one boy appeared before him. A boy with rare dark hair and dark eyes, not seen first in the Kingdom of Largofili, says he is a new junior cleric who will be working in the temple from today onwards.

Apparently, someone in a higher position than Bogard told me to follow his instructions and come to him.

Bogard casually observed the brunette junior cleric with his successful arm.

Back length is not very high. Compared to a giant boggard, its height is different than one or more heads.

The body is also thinner, only about half the boguard, such as the thickness of the arms. Bogard, observing Tatsumi, thinking in his heart that he was an arm like a woman, decided to make him pay by deciding that his hard work seemed impossible.

Because I thought it would be better than water hauling drawn from the well or heavy labor carrying the food of the priests brought in like every day, although it would require considerable strength in terms of salary scales.

Looking like this, Bogard is surprisingly a man of subordinate thoughts. It just seems scary at first sight because of the giant man and his tough face, but he is a solid reward for those who work well.

Turn to someone who might be able to do the job. It's also Bogard's job.

In that boggard's view, Tatsumi's fine arm - only by boggard standards - then he thought it was enough to finish a quarter by four moments. But I didn't know it would actually end all of a quarter. Even though it's impossible to quadruple all that amount of Marutai in half a day, say boggards.

At first it was Bogard staring at Pokan Tatsumi and Firewood Mountain, but he smiled like a man on its stern face.

"Ha-ha-ha! Surprisingly, you're new... No, Tatsumi! I've reviewed it!

When Bogard banged Tatsumi on his shoulder, he urged him to sit on the spot again.

"This is all I've done. You're pretty hungry, aren't you? Let's have dinner together."

Bogard opened the cloth wrap he was bringing with him and took out something like bread pinched something from inside.

If you look at Tatsumi as she cheeks at it like it tastes good, somehow he stands up like he's stunned.

"What's up? Sit down and eat. It's not that long, is it?

"Oh, no, the... actually, the rice..."

With that said, Tatsumi scratches her head like she's in trouble. Until this moment, he completely forgot to eat during his lunch break.

Apparently, even in the Kingdom of Largofili, eating is a habit to take three times a day. It is once between one moment (around 6: 00 a.m.) and two moments (around 8: 00 a.m.), once around four moments (around noon), and three conveniences after seven moments (around 6: 00 p.m.).

Later, he said, he may also have light snacks between the five moments (around 2 p.m.) and the six moments (4 p.m.).

I heard about those things from Calcedonia yesterday, but I completely forgot about them. Naturally, Tatsumi doesn't prepare lunch.

As the troubled Tatsumi stood up, Bogard looked up at Tatsumi as if he were frightened.

"What? You didn't come prepared for dinner? … then we have to get to the dining room."

At the corner of the temple there is a dining room that serves the clergy. Nevertheless, Tatsumi has never used the dining room yet. Ever since he came to this world, his meal has been prepared by Calcedonia.

In the cafeteria, junior clerics carry around as part of the training, but the cafeteria is a short distance from the backyard where Tatsumi and the others are located.

"Well, I got rid of all the work you were going to do, and I don't mind being a little late to finish my meal... if you don't mind, why don't I split mine up a little? It's made by my wife, so I can't guarantee the flavor, right?

hahaha laughing boggard advised him to sit in Tatsumi again.

"No, I can't have what your wife made for Mr. Bogard in the corner. I'm going straight to the dining room."

"Really? Don't panic, eat slowly."

Telling Bogard that he understood, Tatsumi walked out to the dining room.

No, I tried to walk out.

When Tatsumi turned to the door connecting the temple with the backyard, that door, a short distance from him, opened on its own. Of course, there's no way the door opens on its own. Then someone opened the door from inside the temple.

The person who opened the door takes his head out of the door and looks around. Along with that, the asshole hairs in the one room that popped out of the top of his head also rocked a little.

And as soon as I found Tatsumi, I smiled like a flower blooming with a sneer.

"Your husband! I brought you a meal!

"Cheeko. You brought me a meal on purpose?

"Yes. I didn't know where your husband was working, so I looked everywhere and it was late. I'm sorry."

Approaching Tatsumi, Calcedonia offered him the envelope he had brought with him as a token of his gratitude.

"Thank you, Cheeko. By the way, have you eaten Cheeko yet?

"No, the... if only your husband would like me to eat with you, I can't believe..."

Calcedonia dyed her cheeks slightly and said so while showing her shame. Of course, there is no reason for Tatsumi to reject her proposal.

"Yeah, let's eat together. Oh, yeah."

Here at last, Tatsumi remembered about Bogard. I'm going to ask him if Calcedonia can also be present, and I look back towards him.

"Mr. Bogard...... is that it?

The boggard stared at Tatsumi without a single movement, as if he had petrified with his mouth open gently.

From his hand, the ready to eat bread falls plump. Bogard finally made his move, as if he had signaled it.

"Or is it Calcedonia-like?!? How did the Virgin get the Tatsumi rice?!?"

A surprisingly eyed boggard sees Tatsumi and Calcedonia again and again.

Meanwhile, stared Calcedonia asked Tatsumi as she leaned her neck a little strangely.

"Your husband? This one...?

Calcedonia and I know the faces and names of all the Temple officials. No, one way or another, her acquaintance is limited to those who are also in a high position in the temple, so Bogard, who is not in a high position, was out of her friendship range.

"Oh, that's Mr. Bogard I took care of at work today"

"Well, did you? Dear Bogard, my husband is looking after you."

"Shh, shh... Huh!?"

Calcedonia to give thanks against Bogard and Bogard to raise his bare voice. Bogard seemed to take the word "master" of Calcedonia for meaning "husband".

Calcedonia spoken with the meaning of "Lord" - the owner, to be precise - but in this case anyone would have misunderstood the same as Bogard.

"Well, then, Tatsumi... no, Master Tatsumi..."

Tatsumi waves once again as Calcedonia all lower back near the boggard where she rephrased her words for misunderstandings.

"I don't like that, Mr. Bogard. Don't suddenly follow me."

"Yes, no, because..."

"I don't mind. I'm only a new worker. Me and Chico... Calcedonia is a different person."

"Oh, if that's what you say... or does Master Calcedonia mind?

"Yes, if that's what your husband says. I just respect your husband's will."

"Ha... Hold on, I didn't expect the Virgin to say that much..."

Bogard looks at Tatsumi and Calcedonia again as he rubs his thick jaw with his thumb.

Calcedonia, whose usual Rin atmosphere is like a lie, embodies a maiden in love, and Tatsumi, whose calcedonia burns this and takes care of her, yet accepts it plainly.

The two of us now look like a couple we've been accompanying for years. At least, that's how it looked in Bogard's eyes.

After that, the three of us had a nice meal.

It was Bogard who was shrunk by the presence of the Virgin at first, but who soon became close to Calcedonia, either because of his personality, which was not bound by his own details.

Nevertheless, I was much more polite than I usually deal with those around me because the Virgin is the opponent of rumours for being the granddaughter of the High Priest.

Eventually, the fun meal was over, and the three got up after the meal had been cleaned up.

"Okay, Tatsumi. To tell you the truth, all the work I was going to do for you today is done. What are we gonna do now?

"If there's anything else I can do to help, I'll help you there, though?

"Really? Well, if you'll excuse me, take about a quarter of the firewood you broke to the kitchen. There's a firewood storage area for the rest of us, so we'll take it there. I'll show you where to store it now. So, when it's over, I'm done for the day."

Standing up, Tatsumi and Bogard hold a meeting about their work in the afternoon.

And Calcedonia smiled and watched Tatsumi speaking intimately with Bogard.

"Ugh! Good luck in the afternoon, then!

"Yes, good luck with that...?

Tatsumi slaps herself on the cheek with both hands to keep her in the mood. In an attempt to put such words of encouragement on Tatsumi, Calcedonia somehow let the words cut off along the way.

"What's up, Cheeko?

"Oh, yes, no, it's nothing..."

To the condition of the badly chopped calcedonia, Tatsumi dared not ask any more, although he leaned his neck inside, and followed after Bogard to tell him where the firewood was stored.

Calcedonia whines pompously, not letting anyone hear her while still dropping off Tatsumi's back like that.

"Now for a moment... just for a moment, though I felt like I felt magic from your husband... is that your fault?