Chapter 412 – Ep.411 Smith, a Black Company in Another World
“Well, it’s okay if I don’t explain further, right?”
I asked the apostles who were standing in a row and blushing heavily. But no one answered my question.
-Clothes, oh ok♥
Bex fainted while standing with his crotch wide open and his eyes half open.
Let us be grateful to the Vex for willingly giving up their bodies to demonstrate the use of the hyper-vibrating sword that would become the sacred relic of the Sith Church.
Actually, I was going to test Niel, but I still felt that I needed to protect his dignity since he would become a superior in the future. On the other hand, when I tried to test with Kalm, I felt like I was being harassed for no reason, so I gave up.
I shook off the stick-shaped dagger that was so wet and put it into its scabbard.
“Niel?”
“… Ah.”
Nielle, who was blankly looking at Vex’s twitching groin, looked down and lowered her head towards me.
“S-sorry.”
“No. Are you okay.”
I roughly expected it to turn out like this.
In the first place, it’s a bit burdensome to bow my head like that every time.
“Hey guys?”
It wasn’t until I clapped and Naielle shook her shoulders once that the other Apostles came to their senses and turned her head towards me.
Not only were their cheeks blushing, but they were also breathing heavily and rubbing their crotches.
“Because I can’t deal with you for the time being. Replace this with this. Got it? Now, Niel is sharing.”
I handed her seven bags of sacred items, including those of her age. He then placed five more holy relics on the struggling Vex, starting from her lower abdomen to between her breasts.
“One is for Vex, and I tell other believers to use the rest in their own order.”
“Yes. “I will.”
I squatted down and walked up to Bex’s face, tidying up her sweaty hair, and only then got up.
“Go and take care of your work now.”
“Go, thank you!!”
“I will use it well…”
“Ha, ha… !!”
The apostles each left the tent breathing heavily. Of course, Kalm is there too.
“I’m sorry Niel, but please take care of Bex.”
“Yes. “Don’t worry.”
“Then see you later.”
I left the tent and left the two of us behind. And then we headed straight to the vacant lot where construction was taking place.
The believers and Tania are working hard even though the sun is slowly starting to set.
‘But is there a difference between a dryad and a druid?’
A small tree root rising to the center of Tania.
In addition, small sparrow-like creatures are sitting on her shoulders or head and chirping.
Of course, I asked her partner, Tania, but it seems that there is no race called Druid here.
I briefly thought about approaching him and talking to him, but he seemed to be concentrating, so I quietly turned around and headed towards the Temple of Abundance.
If Siron or his sister had been there, they could have spent some time and then returned home, but unfortunately, the sister left the city once again to contact their superiors, and Siron said that he was feeling sick and went out on behalf of the apostles to subdue a nearby quest for the first time in a long time.
He said he would return in the evening at the latest, so he is probably returning to the city by now with the skins of the monsters he defeated.
‘I guess there is no passive skill that improves dexterity.’
If Beneo hadn’t put pressure on him in front of him, he would have enjoyed knitting and talking about Kernax and Doran Doran.
‘No, that’s not it either.’
Kernax was very serious about knitting, perhaps because he would wear it to his child. To the point where he looks down and gets angry if I gently touch him.
Although I was happy at the sincerity of caring for my future child, I was also a little, really, a little jealous at the feeling of losing Kernax to my child.
“It’s been a while.”
“Is that so?”
Today too, the Holy Knight guarding the Temple of Abundance made way for me.
“Ah, it’s Mr. Smith.”
“Hello~!”
The priests who were washing laundry in the center of the temple welcomed me warmly.
“Did you do it all yourself?”
“Yes. “I wash my clothes by hand once a month to add the scent of sunshine.”
“Hmm. “The sunlight smells nice.”
I immediately nodded in understanding.
That smell that can only be smelled on laundry that has been dried in the warm sun. If you roll over there, it smells like no other sleeping pill.
“Take care.”
“Yes~!!”
“Please come visit often!!”
The young priests, who have just taken off their girlish appearance, smile brightly and wave their hands at me. I waved to each other as I entered the main building and naturally walked up the stairs.
‘You’re using divine power so shamelessly.’
I visited the temple once because Nemea did not come back even after time passed. And the high priest. So, I was able to hear very shocking facts from Pope Agatha.
The fact is that Nemea, who was immediately overheated, used her divine power to immediately calm down her heated body right after I left.
Smart.
-Come on in.
Listening to Agatha’s soft tone, I entered her room.
“I feel this every time, but you are very frugal.”
“Is that so? “I think everything is there.”
“That’s right.”
There is no bathtub, but there is a bathroom where you can wash, and there are comfortable beds and furniture such as sofas to welcome guests.
However, one cannot help but feel that it is too frugal for the leader of the most powerful force to live.
“Would you like some tea?”
“No. It’s okay. “I plan to eat a lot when I get back.”
As I sat down on the sofa I had sat on a few times, Agasa returned with some tea for herself and sat across from me.
“Judging by your expression, I don’t think you came today to make friends.”
“Yes. Well, I think our friendships have been fairly well established. “This time, I came because I wanted to hear a definite answer.”
“That’s a sure answer.”
Whoops – she took a sip of her tea and set the tea cup down.
“It was a request to have Nemea be her escort.”
“You’re right.”
“Why not other skilled paladins?”
I nodded firmly.
I’ve been talking to her about this issue for five days now.
“Of course, since Agatha recommended it, there is no doubt about her skills, but Siran and Amela are also in my group.”
“You want quality over quantity.”
“Yes. If you are having a hard time, there is no need for other people to support you. “We will be traveling on a Drake, but it will be quite difficult to keep up with the speed.”
“Hmm.”
She taps her own chin with an expression on her face that makes her thoughts strangely unreadable.
“Would you rather I go along?”
“… “What are you talking about?”
“Oh.”
The Pope blinked cutely as he looked at Nemea who had come down from the ceiling.
“They said we would never meet again.”
“… “Isn’t it because you keep trying to do things that go beyond common sense?”
“But that’s right. “You can do my work for me, but you cannot do my grace.”
“There are two Ten Demon Saints. “You will never use grace.”
“The thing about life is that no one knows when or what will happen. Especially…”
The Pope turned his head, looked at me, and spoke softly.
“If there is a pregnant woman who needs to take rest.”
I don’t know why, but as soon as I heard that, I felt a little angry. Because depending on what you heard, he sounded as if he was saying something was going to happen.
“… I fully understood what Agatha meant. “I don’t think I’ll ever come back for the same thing again.”
“Oh, I think there’s a bit of a misunderstanding. “I never meant that in a bad way.”
I nodded and stood up.
“I know. It’s just that I think Agatha’s intentions are stubborn and I’m going to step down. To be honest, I threw a tantrum to the point of ridiculousness.”
“If you think about other men being mean, it’s definitely not like that. Moreover, you actively fostered friendship.”
To make sure she changed her mind, he used his hands to rub her pussy hard. She was so sincere that for the first time, her wrists were sore.
“But you have no intention of changing her mind.”
“Please give me a little more time to think about it.”
“All right.”
I wanted to ask her to send someone, but I had to show off to her now for the sake of Naielle and her followers who would remain while I was away.
“Then.”
I bowed my head politely and left her room.
Today, I thought we would end up arguing and making friends and then go back home, but I ended up feeling bad for no reason.
‘I’d rather be knitting next to Kernax.’
It wasn’t too late yet, so I thought Beneo would have me do some knitting when I got back, but I was in a really good mood right now, so I thought I’d relieve myself by massaging Ardella’s chest, who might be sleeping or awake.
“You’re leaving early today?”
“Goodbye!!”
I trudged home, waving to the lively young priests.
**
Shortly after Smith left.
“Nemea.”
“… Yes.”
Agatha picked up the teacup she had put down and took another sip of black tea to her mouth.
“Originally I would have sent you away without Brother Smith and his blushing face.”
She was going to send it from here even if they didn’t ask for it. Until that happened.
“Why am I hesitant to send you to Brother Smith? “Tell me.”
“… “Are you doubting me?”
Nemea glared at Agatha with all her might, but Agatha responded by sipping on the red wine with her calm face.
“You have to say it right away. “It’s not that I doubted it, it’s that you made me doubt it.”
“If I had tried to change my mind, I would have changed my mind a long time ago.”
“That’s also true.”
“Then… !!”
Rattling.
Agatha put down her teacup and stood up. She then approached Nemea, who was looking at her, and removed her robe from her head.
Her hair and eyes, emitting a subtle radiance, were revealed to the outside.
Agatha said, looking straight into her shining eyes.
“I’ll send it to you.”
“… “I don’t remember volunteering.”
“Oh, yes. “I will accept Brother Smith’s request.”
She patted Nemea on the shoulder and turned her around.
“We will have prayer time until evening, so please do your business.”
“… Yes.”
Nemea disappeared through her ceiling as Agatha put her friend’s robe back on.
Alone, Agatha sat down again on the sofa, and closed her eyes, rubbing her fingers over the mouth of her little teacup.
The intense desire hidden behind the rebellious eyes seen in the bathroom.
Her body heated up so easily that she couldn’t stand it without using her divine power.
The posture of moving flexibly, as if one had already become accustomed to it.
‘I wonder if I can survive this time too.’
Agatha smiled and began to slowly trace her body.
