EP.69 Caffe Bene (1)
-You seem to be very patient.
-yes? What do you mean?
-It’s just a thought that comes to mind as I look at your actions these days. Both McHart and Assistant Professor Cesar Gunn… I’m glad that they seem to have lost a lot of temper.
I think back to the conversation we had this morning.
-Yes, there is nothing good about doing it according to your nature. Cleaning up afterwards is actually more troublesome. Be patient as long as you can. If you keep swearing, I won’t say anything.
What the Master had entrusted to us.
-So, please endure violence against people.
-Hasn’t your temper died a lot these days? Please let me trust you, Raniel.
Remembering those words, I smoothed my chin.
“hmm···.”
Certainly, it seems like his temper has died a lot.
These days, I tend to think like that. My patience has increased a lot. Amazingly compared to 5 years ago. The first time I felt it was when I ran into Kyle recently.
At that time, I didn’t throw a punch right away.
That alone was amazing growth. What if it was me who was there 5 years ago?
‘First, I started with a bang.’
He would have cast the order without hesitation.
Because I had a good reason for that. When I think about the total amount of time I wasted because of Kyle, I am amazed at my patience, which ended with just one punch.
‘That’s because the bastard got angry and threw it away.’
If not, I just tried to ignore it and pass by.
‘I heard it’s really increased a lot.’
It is said that people grow by enduring hardship and adversity.
Indeed, it was as he said. The past five years have been something that can be called an ordeal for me.
I endured a lot.
I really endured a lot. If I was truly annoyed, I should have seen Sara and Remia’s shit in a week.
‘When I think about it, I don’t think I’ve ever been a fan, even when I was at a party.’
In the five years I was part of the party, I never laid a hand on Sarah or Remia, even though there were times when my clothes were torn before my eyes.
Even though I was angry, I held back.
If someone said bullshit, they would respond with double insults. When I think back, I think it was the past 5 years when I became more talkative.
-Ssippal, God is Nimiral. Does God feed me?
-Have you ever made a deal with a star? The god you serve, the star, is a lot harsher than you think.
-If I could make a deal with something like faith, I would have the confidence to become a fanatic right away?
I responded by throwing out facts to the saint who whined and called God every day.
-Elves live in the forest. Why are you so worldly? Is that really necessary? Have you seen all the elves who make clothes out of leaves?
-They say elves only eat dew, you bitch, if you don’t have any sense of taste, why don’t you cook? Hey, you’re cooking with a magic hand, so you’re comparing it to a high-end restaurant?
···He did not hesitate to use racial insults when necessary. When I think about it, Remia probably played a big part in destroying the image of an elf in me.
‘···Racial insults were a bit much.’
Well, I went anyway.
The point is that at least there was no violence.
Just once.
Except for that one case.
“···That deserved a beating.”
“yes?”
I smiled bitterly at Resty, who tilted her head.
“I’m just talking to myself. Ah, we’re almost at the cafe.”
I stopped for a moment and looked around.
I saw a bench placed some distance away from the cafe. It was a place with good sunlight.
“That would be nice.”
I said, pointing to the bench.
“Would you like to go and sit first? I’ll buy you some coffee and go. “Is there anything else you’d like to drink?”
“No, it’s okay to be the same as the professor.”
“Okay, I’ll be right back.”
After sending Resty to the bench, I walked towards the cafe. I walked and organized my thoughts. How far did you think earlier?
Okay, just one exception.
I remembered that exception.
2.
Memories go back a long time.
-What did you say now?
Perhaps, it was a situation where the front line collapsed and the incoming demon army had to be dealt with in a nearby village. At that time, the village people were cooperative with us.
-Did I say something strange?
Because there was a saint.
That place was the village where the Delohim Holy Church was located. Although it was a small town, its faith in God was outstanding.
‘So, I guess that’s why he reacted that way to Sarah.’
The meaning of the saint to the believers of Delohim is great.
In some ways, even more than a hero.
-It’s not wrong, right?
At that time, Sarah, who had been supported by the villagers, approached me as I was erecting a fence.
-···They are the ones who will sacrifice for us. Is that what you learned at the Delohim Church? It is natural for believers to sacrifice themselves for the saint.
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And then she said.
He calmly pointed at the wooden fence and spoke in a tone that seemed to ask why he was doing such a stupid thing.
-So, Sarah.
-I hope I didn’t hear correctly, but what you said…
This town.
-Let’s let the devil’s army trample on them and blow them all up with an explosive circuit? The village remains?
Let’s use the entire village as bait.
Let’s plant a trap in the village and completely defeat the devil’s army.
Sarah, who was a saint, said that to me.
-Isn’t that better? It’s efficient.
As if saying something very obvious.
-These people are believers of the Delohim Church. Chapter 1 of the Gospel of Delohim says that when you give your life for God, he will send you to heaven.
He spoke while talking about God.
-The warrior is God’s apostle, and I am God’s representative, right? Well then, for our convenience…
-Shut up, Sarah.
at that time.
-You can’t do this, you f*cking bitch.
I spanked Sarah for the first time.
I put my fist into my cheek. She was dragged around her village holding on to her pink hair, a symbol of a saint.
Then, he threw it outside the village.
-Hey, Sarah.
Kyle didn’t stop him either.
Both Kyle and I were refugees who lost their village in the way Sarah just described.
-I think this will be the last warning, but if you say something like that in front of me or Kyle one more time…
I used my mana to pull out a stake that had been driven into the ground and aimed it at his head.
-I think I should test you to see how the people in my hometown died?
-I hope that doesn’t happen.
I probably haven’t touched Sarah or Remia since then. That was the only time Kyle cooperated.
‘···If you think about it, Kyle, that bastard has no pride.’
If you see her hanging out with a bitch who talks nonsense like that… there’s a high possibility that’s the case. Kyle’s parents in heaven are probably crying.
‘···That’s why I can’t curse my parents to Kyle.’
I know both his parents.
I also ate a lot of food.
But, how can I curse at his parents? I sighed and put my hand on the cafe doorknob.
‘I should drink coffee and get some fresh air.’
I feel bad thinking about the past for no reason.
I shake my head, shake off the past and see only a bright future. Jet black coffee. A drink for intellectuals.
‘Since we have Resty today, shall we buy some honey bread?’
A dessert made with bread sprinkled with honey.
I get full even after eating just a little, so I don’t eat often… but I guess it’s okay since I skipped lunch today.
With that in mind, I open the door to the cafe.
As soon as you open the door, the fragrant scent of coffee wafts in. The scent alone makes me feel like I am being healed. I walked into the cafe with a faint smile.
“The coffee tastes really good, owner?”
“It is an honor for you to say that, saint.”
Stop.
“It would be great to have a barista like a store owner in the battlefield~ Isn’t that such a shame? “Do you want to go with me?”
“Ahaha… It would be an honor to go with the saint, but it would be difficult. “I’m a little weak.”
“That’s really unfortunate.”
A familiar voice lingers in my ears.
It is a familiar yet unfamiliar voice. Instead of having a harsh voice like usual, it’s like she’s forcing her pronunciation and pretending to be cute…
‘Yeah, just the voice you use when whispering to that bastard Kyle.’
I turn my head shakily.
I look at the woman sitting in front of the store owner.
“uh? Is Professor Rania here? “You’re a little late today.”
Just then, the store owner calls my name.
look at me At the same time, the only customer sitting in the cafe turns his head and looks at me.
Pink hair flutters.
Pink hair like the queen of wh*res and the succubus queen.
The bitch blinks.
Light green, weed-like eyes turn towards me.
‘Holy shit.’
Sarah, a saint of the Church of Delohim.
She was looking at me.
“·····.”
The excitement I felt was thrown into the gutter.
His expression naturally became distorted, as if he had chewed a bug.
‘It’s about to hit…’
My fingers twitched.
3.
Saint Sarah is very happy to have come to the royal capital.
Although I came here because of a troublesome matter… when I arrived, I was told that all the troublesome work was over.
‘That too, that Raniel.’
Although he is a man with a foul temper, his skills are certain. There’s no need to worry about cleaning up after that.
‘It’s been a while since Remia went into the forest to regain her vitality… so she must have a leisurely day today.’
It’s an untimely vacation.
I can’t feel bad.
“Hmph, huh.”
Sarah hums and puts her hand into her priest’s robes. What is held in that hand is a mirror. Sarah takes out his hand mirror and checks his face.
Her finely combed hair is as beautiful as cherry blossom petals. The light green eyes are as green as freshly sprouted buds.
It looks perfect every time you look at it.
Since he never goes to battle, his appearance seems to shine. With a faint smile, Sarah put the mirror back into her priest’s uniform.
This is a priest’s uniform purchased from the Black Magic Tower.
It has space expansion and space protection magic, so it won’t break even if you throw a mirror into it.
‘It was a really good buy.’
Since there is no man who said anything about me buying this nice thing, I am happy every day.
“Coffee has arrived.”
“Oh, thank you.”
Sarah smiled at the store owner and smelled the coffee. The scent is very good.
This is a cafe I’ve been stopping by a lot over the past few days.
Because the store owner’s skills were not average, Sarah had been living in the cafe for the past few days.
“The coffee tastes really good, owner?”
“It is an honor for you to say that, saint.”
Sarah smiles at the voice saying, “Saint.”
There is envy in that voice. That voice is a happy one.
‘It’s a voice you can’t hear on the battlefield.’
That kind of envy does not come out on the battlefield.
The voice calling out to oneself to save those who are about to die or to strengthen the barrier is urgent.
Sarah liked that kind of voice more than anything like that.
“It would be nice to have baristas like store owners on the battlefield.”
“Ahaha… It would be an honor to be with the saint…”
As we were having such a meaningless conversation, the store owner suddenly looked towards the door. And then he greets me warmly.
“uh? Is Professor Rania here? “You’re a little late today.”
Sarah looks towards where the greeting was directed.
There is a woman standing there. The first thing that catches your eye is the color of her hair.
‘···Ashen hair?’
Sarah’s eyes narrow.
‘Ashen hair, blue eyes.’
It’s a characteristic that oddly overlaps with a certain man in my memory. Sarah looked at the girl with narrowed eyes. The first impression of a girl who looks blunt is not good.
Still, she is a saint.
You shouldn’t show your emotions outwardly.
Sarah smiled artificially and waved her hand at the girl. She chooses to speak as softly as possible.
“nice to meet you. Rania… did you say you were a professor?”
The girl’s expression darkens at those words.
It looks as if it chewed a bug. The girl closed her eyes tightly and looked up at her ceiling for a moment, as if she saw something she couldn’t see.
“Such a crazy saint…”
The voice that leaks out is like that.
Sarah’s eyes widened at that voice.
People usually look at you with envy when they meet you. However, it does happen occasionally. People who are so moved that they react violently.
Yes, like the girl right in front of you.
The expression on his face as if he was chewing on an insect is a bit strange, but it is an expression of emotion, so there is nothing that cannot be interpreted.
Sarah adjusted her posture.
‘I almost got rude because of my first impression.’
What did you almost do to my fan?
Sarah smiled brightly, sat down somewhat, and looked at the girl. She then smiled.
“So you were my fan?”
The girl’s expression darkened.
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