Became the Butler of the Second Heroine of the Harem

61 – The academy’s clock turns (3)

The next day, early Sunday morning, the lady and I headed to the church as we promised yesterday.

The young lady frowned when I showed her bloody magic power blooming on her fingertips because I stopped the resonance of magic yesterday.

“It’s a bright red magic that looks ominous. Has it been like this before?”

“I didn’t know because I hadn’t used my magic lately. It wasn’t like this when I was training with the maid, Irina.”

“Maybe it has something to do with drinking blood? The color is especially like that.”

“I think so too. I hope the saintess will tell us the answer we want to hear…”

I reached into the inside pocket of my tailcoat and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and examined it.

When I saw the phrase of the ‘Meet the Saint 1-time coupon’ handed to me by Magellan, the saintess, I smiled bitterly, wondering if the treatment was too harsh.

“You say you’re a very busy person, so I don’t know if I’ll be able to meet you today. You’re busy enough to answer a letter from Father Marcel six years ago.”

“I heard that you are very busy, but is it that busy? No, it’s only one saintess, so it’s worth it…”

The young lady tilted her head and studied her coupon.

“What kind of person are you? It seems like a person who will always have a very noble and benevolent smile.”

“She said rumors say she’s less of a saint and more of a human side. She doesn’t want to work, she doesn’t want to go back to church.”

“Couldn’t it be that the saintess isn’t her child? It’s all rumors.”

When she said in a tone that she couldn’t believe it, she remembered the saintess who didn’t want to go back to church, so she trembled because she was afraid that church members and knights who entered her cafe would find out, even disguised as herself.

While she displayed her uncharacteristically human appearance, she was amazed at her philanthropy embedded deep in her heart as she spoke. Was it because she had such a personality that she was favored by the god of starlight? Or did she, on the contrary, fall in love with her and become that kind of personality?

Only she knows that. She should ask if she can meet today.

“You’ll know if I meet you today. If only I could meet you…”

“Besides, today is Sunday, so there may be many people who have come to pray.”

“That’s right. I’ll pray to the stars… Aww!”

She blushed as the lady pinched her right side before she could finish her words she had told Father Marcel before.

“…Do you want to mess around?”

“Ahahahaha…”

As I groped her pinched side, the young lady put her hand on my pinched side with a look of regret.

“Come to think of it, there were scars here too…”

“Because it’s not the lady’s fault. It’s okay. She doesn’t open the wound just because she’s pinched like that.”

“Yeah…But…”

He rested her hand on her side and fingered her side. Why do you keep touching me because you are so curious about it?

“Are other boys this strong…?”

Where did her expression of guilt go? It was a girl who was stroking her external oblique muscle with her face full of curiosity. When you fall asleep in the same bed as the lady, what kind of affair did the lady who always slept closely with you become interested in?

“…It’s difficult if you do this outside, lady.”

It was strange that it fell into the hand of a lady who was starting to develop curiosity about her opposite s*x, but her warmth remained. The young lady came close again, but he did not hold her side.

“Anyway…What about the other boys besides you?”

“…Well. I don’t know about the others, as I’ve only seen the ones in the mansion. They all look like me… But the lady’s side…”

Shashak, the young lady covered her sides with both her hands and watched my hand with cat-like eyes. I didn’t intend to touch it, but it seemed like she was making a hiss, the sound that a cat cries when it’s on alert.

“…Don’t touch it.”

“You touched my side well…And I didn’t intend to touch it.”

“Lie…”

“It’s true…”

“…You’re a liar who lies every time you open your mouth.”

…This is why reliability matters…

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After calming down the vigilant lady, we finally arrived at the Seonggwang Church where the saintess is. The size of the building, which looked several times larger than the Taurus branch of the Seonggwang Church in Mansion, made our jaw drop when we first saw it while touring the capital.

At the end of an ordinary street where people pass by, a pitch-black roof towering high as if piercing the sky, and on the contrary, a large building embracing everyone was painted pure white.

Above the large door that appears to be the main gate, the 12-pointed star pattern, symbolizing the Seonggwang Church, was shining softly under the sunlight.

We greeted one of the two knights standing in front of the large front gate, who wore silver armor and had a kind face compared to his muscular body.

“Hello, driver. Good morning.”

“Yes, good morning. Why did the two little stars visit our Holy Light Church?”

“I came to see the saintess… Wait a minute…”

The saintess, who took it out of her inner pocket and put it in her pocket, took out her coupon and showed it to her.

“My God, Stella…I never dreamed that this could be real. I’ll guide you right away.”

It must have been real. I wonder how much the saintess would have been the first to write to the knight’s reaction, as if she had seen it for the first time. Our lady also looked at her coupon with a little pity for her treatment by the saintess.

The driver who saw the coupon told the driver next to her about her situation and entered the main gate together. Inside, many people were praying reverently in the long worship chairs, so the silence was unmatched.

Every time the knight moved, the noise of the silver armor could be heard, but the people who were praying were concentrating on their prayers as if they couldn’t hear them. A few flashes of silver light leaked through closed eyelids and then disappeared.

After walking inside the building for a while and walking up dozens of stairs, I arrived in front of a room guarded by two knights wearing the same silver armor.

“This is the room where the saintess is staying. May the starlight bring you luck.”

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“Thank you. Good luck in the starlight.”

“May the luck of the starlight be with you.”

The young lady and I politely greeted the driver who had guided us to this point, and when we showed the coupon to the driver standing in front of the door, we made the same surprised face.

Why is everyone so surprised because I haven’t used it in a while?

“Holy Lady, the person who brought the coupon is here.”

When the knight knocked on the door, it wasn’t long before I heard a crackling sound from beyond the door several times, and then the door burst open.

Master Magellan, a saintess wearing a slightly tanned silver nun’s uniform with long, tousled silver hair, looked at her face with a surprised look and said,

“Sir…Sirius? Oh…Long time no see.”

“Meet the saint.”

“Welcome to the saintess.”

When I bowed my head, the young lady also bowed belatedly. You wouldn’t have known in your dreams that you would come out looking like a dead man in the corner of a room like that.

Honestly, I did too.

“You are… Princess Europa Taurus, right? Stella-nim said she would visit you sometime, but I didn’t expect the two of you to come together like this. Now, let’s talk inside.”

As we tried to enter the room guided by her, two knights stopped us.

“Sorry…Only one person with a coupon can enter.”

“Ah… That’s right…”

The saintess also covered her mouth with an expression that she forgot. In an awkward situation, she put on a look that she was fine and slapped my back with her palm.

“Come back. I’ll wait for you anytime. Should I tell you all the stories that were inside you instead?”

“Yes, of course. I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

I went into the saintess’s room while being escorted by the lady. And inside the room… Was a sea of letters. Looking around there is a letter, looking around here is a letter. Couldn’t the letter actually be the furniture in this room? I thought I would like to.

“I didn’t expect you to come today… I’m sorry… Reading the letters every day is my job, but they pile up… I’ll clean them up and make room for you, so please wait a bit…”

Excellence, piled up letters poured out and the floor began to show little by little. After a while, I started to see a sofa, and after a while, I saw a table.

“…So messed up? I couldn’t help it because I still had to read the letters…”

“If it’s trivial, wouldn’t it be okay to have someone else do it…”

“When I think of the feelings of the people who sent the letter, I have no choice but to read it…”

He is a very weak-minded person. Picking up a few letters on her tidy sofa and putting them aside, I sat down on her seat, and she sat down on the sofa across from her.

“Saint, how have you been?”

“I’m the same. I read letters, listen to Stella’s words and reply, and just read the letters that come to me and move on…I’m busy…”

Looking at that expression that looked like he was about to cry even though he was smiling, he looked pitiful. It was the face of a person who fell into the mire of black corporations and thought, ‘Without me, this place would be doomed’, when he was forced to do something.

…There’s only one person on this continent, so damn it.

“Shouldn’t it be reformed? If others read the letter and think it’s unnecessary, don’t give it to the saintess.”

“hahahaha…I’ve tried a few things too, but to no avail…If I don’t receive a letter at all…Then how can I guide the lost stars…”

I have no intention of abandoning that philanthropic idea. It’s the life she chose, so she must accept it. After talking about church for a few minutes, she got down to business.

“Saint, did you find the whereabouts of the priest of the moon?”

Her complexion turned pale at the word priest of the moon, and she shook her head.

“No… I’m sorry… You’ve come a long way, but it was in vain… I asked the other priests to investigate, and at first they were puzzled, but they agreed, but after a few days, they all got cold and said they couldn’t do it. “

“Looks a little suspicious.”

Is it related to the fact that there is no data about the moon in the empire? Why is it so thoroughly blocking things related to the moon?

Even if you cover your eyes with your hands, the sun, moon, and stars always rise.

I thought hard and asked one more question.

“Saint, have you not heard of the blood-drinking race?”

“…A blood-drinking race?”

“Yes. As for what happened to me…”

I explained what had happened. About drinking the blood of a young lady with the image of me offering blood in my childhood.

If it was her, she thought that if it was a saint, she could be trusted. I didn’t think that acting could do the image of a grown man who worries about each and every person who has lost his way.

After hearing her story, the saintess swallowed her saliva and slightly frowned.

“…You’re not kidding me right now…?”

“I’m going to make fun of the saintess for what’s the point. My lady was seriously injured because of this… She doesn’t want to see that anymore.”

“Blood… Moon… Mmm…”

The saintess, who was pressing her temple as if thinking of something, shook her head.

“I don’t know at all. I know you’re not a demon, though…”

“Yes, they do not drink human blood.”

In the novel, demons don’t like human blood and hate it. Besides, even though I looked similar to a human, I had a skin color that couldn’t come out naturally and pointed ears, so of course I didn’t think I was a demon.

I thought that if I met the saintess, she would know even a little bit, but she sighed deeply at my existence, which she still did not know. I wish I knew even a little bit.

“But…I know that you can’t find stories related to the moon in the empire, so why don’t you look for it over the fence of the empire?”

“If it’s over the fence…”

“It might be written in the abode of the fairies with the World Tree or in the books of the dwarfs in the deep mountains. They say they receive a different protection than the protection of the stars, so I don’t know. As for fairies, I’ve never met them a few times. I will send them a letter.”

“The saintess is really helpful.”

“I helped you the other day. The coffee I had then was really good.”

I almost prayed at the saintess’ benevolent smile. I was a little moved by the way she stopped what she was doing and worked hard for me even though it was her second meeting since the first time she met.

“…Then can I go back to work…? If I don’t receive the letter today, I’ll have to stay up all night…”

And she shed a few tears at the labor abuse she was receiving.

Freedom to the Saint!