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◈ I Became an Undetected Priest Impersonator ◈
Chapter 27
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I Became a Teacher
Title: Ahh, life's actually worth living these days, damn
With Item Transfer I don't have to worry about money anymore, and now with the livestream feature there's stuff to watch too, this is what you call a rise in quality of life ㅋㅋ
[Fr, these days I live for watching livestreams after work]
[Wonder if VTubers won't show up ㅋㅋㅋㅋ]
ㄴ[Dude, you're the weeb]
ㄴ[People who hate VTubers aren't weebs]
[Life's pu*sy going up ㄷㄷ]
ㄴ[Too lame]
Title: Training Goblin Zero-Two, then going live
Training's really done now, something big is coming soon!!!!
[The Gallery is seriously going nuts]
[You're joking, right?]
ㄴ[Heh]
ㄴ[Shit]
I took advantage of the lull to look over the Gallery.
The Gallery, which had once gone up in flames so badly, was by now running as normal again.
It was thanks to the function I'd added recently.
-There is a new report in the Live Stream tab.
Of course, the new feature had the side effect of flooding me with reports, but managing those was the Sub-Admins' job, so I didn't worry about it.
"No patients again today."
The female priest who'd been tidying bandages, struck by how leisurely the day had gotten, smiled and spoke to me.
"I hope the whole day passes quietly like this."
"..That's usually when something troublesome happens, though."
"Oh, don't worry. I heard that with the Saintess staying in the city these days, not a single fight has broken out."
It was true that fewer people had come in from fights while the Saintess was staying.
With the Saintess in the city, the citizens had become careful about their conduct.
On top of that, the sun was regarded as the god's eye, so it was no wonder people were especially cautious.
‘Right, it's about time I escaped the jinx.’
I had put my worries down and was spending my work hours idly on theology studies.
That was when the devil, I mean a visitor, turned up out of nowhere.
"..Saintess, what brings you here?"
Even Priest Patch hadn't stopped by today, since the questioning was over.
Apart from the first day, the Saintess had never once come here, and now she'd paid a visit.
I found out the reason soon enough.
"I came to say goodbye."
"Ah, so you're leaving the city today."
"There are still many cities I have to stop by."
The Saintess's reason for the visit was to say her farewells.
After all, she was ostensibly on a pilgrimage, and couldn't stay in one city for long.
Now that the job was done, leaving was only natural.
But it seemed the Saintess hadn't come just to say goodbye.
"Um, Priest Flowie."
"? Go ahead."
"Would you possibly consider coming with us?"
What came out of the Saintess's mouth was an unexpected proposal.
"You've probably guessed already, but ours isn't an ordinary pilgrimage. We're tracking demons and dungeons."
"…"
"If you would join us, Priest Flowie.. I think it would be a really big help."
Asking a priest of another religion to join a pilgrimage couldn't have been an easy decision even for her.
‘Surely, if I followed the Saintess, I'd have more chances to earn Contribution points.’
But sorry to say, the answer to the proposal was already decided.
"I'm afraid that would be difficult."
A flicker of regret crossed the Saintess's face.
"I believe the place where I belong is this city."
Before I knew it, I'd grown rather fond of Millers.
I'd also gained a few neighbors I knew by sight, for what it was worth.
Above all.
"And I'm tired of setting out on grueling journeys anymore."
Since retiring from the Tower, I had never once gone back into it.
It was because my heart, not my body, had left.
I'd had enough of a life where I had to fight with my life on the line.
"I see."
The Saintess looked disappointed but didn't press any further.
In gratitude, I pressed my hands together and gave her a light blessing.
"May the radiance of flowers accompany your every step."
"..I'll pray that the sun's brightness always lights your way."
With that exchange as her last act, the Saintess left the clinic, no, the city.
It was only after I'd finished seeing her off that one fact occurred to me.
‘Come to think of it, I never even heard her name.’
I couldn't help feeling a pang of regret.
But I hadn't asked for her name either, so it wasn't something to blame on anyone else.
That was when I heard a familiar voice.
Not that it needs saying anymore, but it was the goddess's voice.
-It can't be helped
-The moment a saintess becomes a saintess, she has to hand in her original name
It was news to me, but privately I accepted it.
‘Nothing odd about it, for a hole-in-the-wall religion that's never produced a single saintess or saint...’
-How mean!
-And we'll have one soon!
"If it's me doing it, I'll pass."
-No waaay..!
The goddess's scream reached me, but that didn't mean I'd accept.
And I wouldn't later, either.
"By the way, you seem low on energy. You don't seem to be sulking, though. Did something hard happen?"
-Mm.. I wrote a hundred pages of apology letters..
"That must have been rough."
-Comfort me with sincerity..
I was listening to that worthless whining when,
the door flew open and the female priest, white as a sheet, rushed in.
The sight felt oddly familiar, and a bad premonition came over me.
"..It's not, is it?"
At my question, the female priest's gaze quietly pointed out the window.
I slowly followed her gaze outside.
Outside, a crowd was heading for the clinic.
They clearly weren't patients, so I held out a faint hope.
But the words that followed crushed that expectation utterly.
"It seems the news that the Saintess visited the clinic has already spread.."
"..."
Patients, no, pains in the ass were flooding in.
The jinx was still in effect.
…
After a war that wasn't quite a war, my body had turned to mush before I knew it.
-I wouldn't have gotten tired if you'd just stopped choking them..
"No offering for you."
-Sorry
I said that, but the offering had already been fully prepared.
‘I made it myself, but I did a good job.’
A plate of fresh pasta and a bowl of vegetable stir-fry with meat.
And a glass of milk with a spoonful of strawberry jam stirred in.
It was a menu that considered both flavor and nutrition, so some satisfaction seeping through my exhaustion was unavoidable.
"Don't forget to brush your teeth after you eat."
-But I'm a god..?
The goddess reacted in disbelief.
"If you keep skipping brushing, I might just go to the Earth Church and say a prayer."
-…
The food was carried over to the table intact.
Priest Malja, who had sat down at the table and set out the cutlery in advance, lit up at this point.
"It's a feast again today!"
"There's plenty. Eat up."
I dished pasta onto plates and, without dividing up the meat-and-vegetable stir-fry, pushed the bowl toward Priest Malja.
When I'd finally poured the milk into each of our tin cups, a scent suddenly drifted over and I spoke up.
"By the way, I smell flowers."
"Maybe because the window's open?"
"True, we planted so many flowers in the churchyard, the smell could well be drifting in."
But the floral scent filled the surrounding space more and more as the meal went on.
It wasn't at a level that just having flowers planted in the yard could produce.
I wondered if the goddess, hurt by my threat to tattle, was playing a prank.
But the goddess seemed absorbed in eating too, and I sensed no such sign at all.
I pinned down the source of the scent not long after.
It was the moment Priest Malja drank the strawberry-jam milk at the end of her meal.
The thickening floral scent finally filled the entire church.
"Huh..?"
The scent was coming from none other than Priest Malja.
The situation wasn't hard to guess.
‘..A Rank, no, a Tier has formed.’
In terms familiar to me, it amounted to an awakening.
But guessing the situation was one thing, and the phenomenon was still beyond me, so I had no choice but to summon the goddess, who was in the middle of her meal.
‘Goddess, an explanation, please.’
-Mm..! I'll go ask Mom!
Unable to admit she didn't know either, she ran off to the Earth Goddess.
Patter-patter-patter!
The goddess came back sooner than I'd expected.
She was back so fast it was as if she'd just gone next door, but I didn't bother questioning it.
-She says it's a spiritual link!
It was only a single phrase, but the realization came in an instant.
I looked at the dishes Priest Malja had been eating from.
It was exactly the same food, without a hair of difference, as the offering made to the goddess.
"Priest Malja, how long has it been since you started eating the food I make?"
"About a week..?"
"A week, I see."
In the church that serves the goddess, a priestess who believes in the goddess had eaten the same food as the goddess for a full week.
‘It wasn't intentional, but sharing the same actions made her come to resemble her, is that it?’
And since she'd even met the goddess once in a dream, it wasn't unreasonable that she'd awakened to a miracle.
Only, she herself was still just dazed.
I sorted out the situation and explained it so Priest Malja could understand.
"Congratulations, Priest Malja. The goddess has granted you a miracle."
"..What?"
Unable to take it in, Priest Malja responded stiffly, as if her head had frozen.
Given how few priests are granted miracles, it wasn't hard to understand.
And while she was dumbstruck, I made my sales pitch.
"Starting tomorrow, come to the clinic with me. I'll teach you how to handle the power."
‘Roughly 3rd Tier. I've got myself a usable worker.’
I smiled with quiet satisfaction.
It was the next day that I discovered an unexpected problem.
‘I told her to heal, and.. did she make an automail?’
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