My Pet Is a Holy Maiden

When Tatsumi and the others left the temple, a young man came into the chapel with several youths his age, as if waiting for it.

"Hey, Gizzie from Bagel. That beauty...... what the hell are you doing here in this village?

"... Gardo? Those men came from the temple of Savaivo in the king's capital to heal the illness of the example. How rude are you, son of the village chief... but don't be disrespectful to them, though the next village chief?

"Example illness?... Oh, you mean my daughter at Beckley's. But isn't Beckley's place cursed by something? My first born daughter was gone from the village at some point, and my next born daughter was when she was mysteriously ill. Hey, it's Jizzy. For God's sake, shouldn't that family be kicked out of the village?

I laugh thinly at Gardo's words as the young men behind him agree.

"But you were a good woman. Is that the woman of the king's capital? How many nights is that woman? Jizzy told me."

Gardeau smiles downright as she deludes into the absence of that beautiful woman she saw earlier.

It was Gardo's perception that the apparent profession, such as a woman traveler, was a whore's job behind it.

A woman who names herself a traveling pharmacist or bard often does "night side jobs".

In fact, Gardo also bought such women who visited the village overnight.

He thought cheaply that the beautiful woman he saw earlier would probably be something similar.

But when he heard the word of Gardo, Priest Begil changed the colour of his eyes.

"Phew, don't say what you played with the witch mountain! They're not like the women you know! Calse is not the old Calse we know so well anymore!

"... Calse? Is that possibly about Calse the Liar we were in this village when we were kids?

"... bye. In that calce. But now Calse is the supreme priest of the Savaivist sect, the adopted daughter of Giuseppe Chrysoprese, and she is also famous as the Virgin in the King's capital. I already have a different status than a resident of a neighbouring village like ours. Don't treat me like I used to!

"The Virgin"? No, that's what they call it in Wangdu. I heard there's something else. "

"So Calse is the Virgin?" Virgin, "is that what makes you crazy?

Gardo's neighbors laugh a lot.

In them, Calcedonia is still the Liar Calse and remains a madman.

"Ha, how great is the priest's best balls? You know Jizzy, right? Is that the one I'm close to?

"Idiot!! You are in a far better position under Chrysoprese than you are saying!!"

Bagel priest who exasperates and theorizes his strength as he spits. But Gardeau followed the chapel, listening lightly to his words as he looked down.

"Hey, Gardo. The priest said that, but what do you think?

In the inquiry of one of his surroundings, Gardeau grins in disdain.

"Well, the clergyman wants to think the same clergyman is better. But he's one of the most noble men in this country, isn't he? Parents of the clergy and nobles of high rank. Which one of you do you think is great?

"Well, aren't you a nobleman?

Then you don't have to be scared.

Since childhood, for the Gardos, who only know about the old Bageil priest when it comes to clerics, the perception that clerics are lower than nobles could be raised.

The work of the Bageil priest in the village of Laguine, let alone pray to God with the villagers gathered in the temple on a fixed day, to bless the newborn, to celebrate the harvest in the fruitful season, to pray to give the dead a restful sleep.

Otherwise, when the sick or injured come out, is it enough to hit the treatment?

He is certainly an indispensable figure for the village, but that is why I do not think he is any better than the nobles.

I'm still young - and still around twenty years old because I'm the same age as Calcedonia - but the Gardos, who know very little about outside the village, have long failed to understand that the adults in the village, starting with their own parents, bow their heads to Priest Begil.

If Priest Begil had been a wizard, the recognition of the Gardos would have been something else. But Hate and Priest Bagel are not wizards.

In addition, the idea became stronger because I had a relationship with a nobleman.

Flashy, noble nobles and spicy clerics. In their eyes, the aristocracy is clearly more visible above.

If they ever went to the king's capital and saw the greatness and majesty of the temple of the four great gods, their recognition would soon collapse.

But the city they know is about the exact city of Toga, and naturally not comparable to the Wang capital in terms of its size.

The size of each temple of the four great gods in Toga is not that great either, so they looked down considerably on each denomination.

All our perceptions are right.

We are always right.

They have long thought that, because they are "countrymen" living in peripheral villages, they do not understand that there is a gap between their perception and the perception of people other than them, and of the central part of the country.

No, I don't like the fact that the "world of my own rules" breaks and I may be abandoning my efforts to understand it.

"No, there were men in Calse who seemed to take them. What about those guys?

There were four other men besides Calcedonia who visited the Temple of Savaivo in this village.

One of them is a man about forty years old who is a good figure, and the other is a boy who looks like his entourage. The latter two are young men in armor, probably around a mercenary of escorts.

"Daimyo, the comfort during that familiar journey of the old man is what Calse does, right?

"I see. Even if the Virgin is called great, is that how crazy it is?

"Anyway, these are the kind of people who come to the country. Even if you're somewhat familiar, you're not in a big position. Besides, assuming what those guys and the cleric's best balls are making a scene, that's more subdued. So..."

"Let's welcome Calse back to her birthplace with us...... so?

"That's what happened. All night... No, let's make him cute till we get bored."

Gardo and his surroundings laugh slightly at each other as they portray beautifully grown Calcedonia as humiliating as they please.

"For one thing, after we've enjoyed ourselves, why don't we dedicate Calse as slave to that one?

"That's good. That's all beauty, albeit madness. You're gonna love that one, too."

"Your nobleman's slave would be happier than continuing to be a stinking cleric, even for Calse."

Gardeau and the others were whispering unsolicited things, inflating their evil delusions as they stood in the middle of the road.

Until Tatsumi and Calcedonia pass this road again.

"You remember me? Glad to hear it."

Gardo walked over to Calcedonia with a slightly nasty grin as he spread his arms.

But with Gardo just closing in, Calcedonia lags behind. As a result, the distance between the two never shrinks.

"What the hell, Calse? We're familiar, aren't we? We used to play together in this village, didn't we? It's a reunion with that childhood friend, isn't this where we exchange one of our hot embraces?

Paste a smile with a visible lower heart all over your face, when Gardo leaves a few more steps forward.

Between him and Calcedonia, there was one who let his body break down all the time.

"............... Hey, little one. I don't need it for you. Stay in there."

Gardo intimidates those who break into his clenched fist by poking him around Tatsumi's jaw.

In fact, Gardo was a big man. The height is slightly higher than that of Morgarnike, rather than Tatsumi, and the width and thickness of the body are commensurate with the height.

In simple muscle mass and its output, Gardo would undoubtedly be better than Tatsumi.

But Tatsumi, who has so far stacked his workouts with his cleric warrior predecessors and colleagues, and has actually crossed the blade with the dreaded Warcraft, can't possibly butt in as much as he was poked in the fist.

"If you've heard from me just now, I seem to be saying a lot of rude things?

"Ah? You didn't hear me? Keep the little one in. I need to talk to Calse. In the first place, what, that black, plain armor? Oh, you didn't have any money and you could only buy such plain armor?

When Gardo says so, all the people behind him make a laugh.

Tatsumi looked at the situation wonderfully.

All he's equipped with is delicacies made from Feilong materials. It does look black and plain, but its value will surely be higher than the amount of money collected for all the money that exists in this village.

"The brilliant armor a knight could wear was expensive and couldn't buy, could it? Poor mercenaries are tough."

Sympathetic, then ridiculous, Gardo words.

So Tatsumi also realized what kind of person the man in front of him was.

"Hey, Calse. This guy... is he stupid?

"Right, I haven't had the impression for a long time that I'm only proud of my strength and arm strength and that I'm smart. Your husband's right, you're an idiot."

Asking Calcedonia behind her so that Tatsumi could hear her deliberately, Calcedonia also responded with a grin and spicy words.

"Hey, little one! He wants to see his eyes hurt too much, doesn't he? Say it again!

Gardo, who rode Tatsumi's provocation, approached Tatsumi indiscreetly with anger and dew.

I don't see any signs of some martial arts workout on Gardo to see that foot or body carry.

Apparently Calcedonia is right, this guy named Gardo is simply bragging about his arm. That's why I was a "kid general" when I was a kid.

In an attempt to restrain Tatsumi, Gardo stretches out his thick arm.

However, Tatsumi touched his arm with his left hand when he slightly touched it.

As soon as possible, Gardo's vision changes suddenly.

Until then, I was looking at a man in black armor, and in an instant, his vision stained blue.

"... empty?

Seeing the white objects that float everywhere - the clouds - Gardo realizes that the blue that is spreading across his sight is the sky.

And in the next moment, impact on your back.

Suddenly the back is slapped to the ground and the air is pushed out of Gardo's lungs simultaneously.

The moment he touched Gardo's arm, Tatsumi transferred his body.

When it came to metastasis, it didn't fly far away, it just changed the orientation of the body.

Turn the front of your body toward Tatsumi, toward the sky. With his back facing to the ground and horizontally, is his height around Tatsumi's chest?

Tatsumi then pushes his right hand against the throat of the empty Gardo.

He pushed Gardeau's naturally falling body with his right hand to further accelerate it, slamming it straight from his back to the ground.

In other words, it is Tatsumori's throwing technique using metastasis.

To the shock and breathlessness of his back, Gardo's lungs gasp for air.

But Tatsumi's right hand eats into his throat, and he can't even breathe air.

After watching Gardo change his complexion, Tatsumi finally loosens his right hand.

"If you don't want to see any more painful eyes, don't be rude to Calse again, Woodchuck?

Tatsumi told Gardo so in a low sounding voice, looking down cold.

"What are you doing, you guys!!"

Suddenly my anger echoed and someone rushed over early enough.

If you see Tatsumi with his face up, it was Priest Begil. I guess I heard the noise outside the temple and jumped out in a hurry.

"Gardeau!! That's all I said, a guy named you... this is because he protests strictly against your father, the village chief!!"

"Let it go, damn it, jizzy!!"

Gardo finally stood up while coughing.

"Shit!! Hey, let's go!

But the villagers, who heard the anger of the Bageil priest, were gradually gathering, and Gardo, when he spoke to his companions, passed too far before Tatsumi and Calcedonia watched.

"Don't worry about it, Calse. You can never turn against me, can you?

As he walked away, Gardeau, with a humble grin, told Carcedonia so. Of course, the words sound like Tatsumi, who was right beside him.

When the meaning of the word was not well understood and Calcedonia and Tatsumi were looking at each other, a Bageil priest finally arrived at their presence.

Priest Begil, who had arrived at Tatsumi's place, could hardly breathe because of his old age, but he did not wait for his breath to heal, but clothed himself plainly at their feet.

"I'm sorry, Lord Tianxiang! Holy Virgin! He apologizes on his behalf for their inaction. Please... please, I want to show mercy with generosity... ah!! Don't let their blame extend to this entire village... If necessary, I only prayed for their lives and the lives of this old bone!! Flat... Flat... Huh!!"

Seeing the priest who kept apologizing by trying to rub his forehead against the ground, Tatsumi and Calcedonia looked at each other again with a troubled face.