Episode 57 Preparing for the Baptism (2) How to say
etiquette is more important than order or what to do.
“First of all, adults should not bow their heads during baptism. It is the same in front of the pope.”
“How many days will the christening be held?”
“Three days.”
At her words, Ray nodded.
Iriel looked at Ray and continued.
“The reason why etiquette is a problem… is because the saint is receiving a lot of attention right now. If anything looks wrong, you can get caught.”
pretty strict Besides, if you get caught in the pod, you will also be in trouble.
It would be easier to achieve your goal in the Holy Land if you move freely here.
“This is what you need to be careful about. Then, let’s practice from now on.”
Ray, who was lost in thought for a moment, suddenly came to his senses at Iriel’s words.
“practice?”
“This is the basic etiquette that a saint should have. Beginning with greetings, etiquette to follow when eating a meal. I correct everything throughout the day, such as the pitch of my voice when I speak.”
His mouth dropped open at her rapid-fire words.
Will you be watching all day? Where does your private life disappear?
“All day long. No, aren’t you staying at your mansion in the first place?”
“I will take care of you in the saint’s mansion until the baptism. Of course you’ll allow it, right? I am doing it for the Holy Son, not for anyone else.”
It’s almost like getting permission half-forced.
I had no choice but to give permission. As Iriel said, isn’t it something you do for yourself, not for anyone else?
An unwanted one-day camp began.
* * *
“…do you think of him again?”
“Ah… after thinking about it for a moment.”
“It hasn’t been long since he left…”
At the words of the aged elf, the beautiful gray-haired elf laughed shyly.
“Every time the town is quiet, I think of you. It’s just that one Ray is gone.”
At her words, the elder pondered for a moment before speaking.
“Then, how about bringing him back from the holy kingdom?”
Aira shook her head at the elder’s words.
“Going to the Holy Land was what Ray wanted. How could I disregard his wishes for the sake of liking me?”
“However, what will happen in the Holy Land…”
said the elder.
It meant that he was not worried about what kind of woman he might meet in the Holy Land and bring him back.
Recognizing him, Aira covered her mouth and smiled.
“It took a little while, so I steamed it.”
“….”
“And do you think there is someone more beautiful than me?”
Talk and smile beautifully.
Seeing this, the elder had no choice but to agree.
“…I think so too.”
“is it? Ho ho ho.”
The elder was able to find a hidden concern in that witty remark.
That’s what you say, but it’s natural to be worried.
‘It looks like you’ve fallen for him quite a bit.’
The elder who was thinking also hoped that the human who had energized the village would return quickly.
* * *
The human, who so longed for the elves to come back, was sitting at the table watching.
As he lifted his spoon and was about to eat the soup, Iriel’s screams fell.
“no! When you eat soup, don’t go all the way down your head!”
As if surprised by her words, he shook his head.
“Your elbows shouldn’t go behind your back. Keep your back straight.”
“okay.”
“When food is in your mouth, cover your mouth and talk!”
At her words, Ray countered.
“When I was sleeping, I didn’t cover the map…”
“Hmmmm!”
His counterattack upon entering the station was foiled by a clearing of his throat that was stronger than the Dragon Breath.
The servants who looked at it were restless all the time.
The saint they enshrine is watching from their place of residence.
The ones who can’t tolerate this are the servants of the saint.
One opponent is a saint who is on the same level as the saint. Moreover, the saintess’ power in the Holy Land was enormous, so she did not dare to intervene.
Because of this, it became a situation where I had to watch this situation.
Ingrained habits try to protect the one they serve, but reason suppresses him.
Even after the noisy meal time was over, Iriel’s correction continued.
I even felt the urge to go to the bathroom together.
As expected, he follows him to the bathroom.
he said with a sigh.
“Hey… At least let’s go to the bathroom by ourselves.”
“Adults must maintain dignity everywhere and at all times.”
“Dignity is a piece of shit, but when I was homeless, I slept while grinding my teeth.”
“Hmmmm.”
Iriel’s clearing of his throat was truly omnipotent.
In any case, only the bathroom could separate her.
But I didn’t feel comfortable. I had no idea that stalking was such a mentally stressful thing.
However, he didn’t know it, but Iriel admired him quite a bit.
‘Once you say it, you don’t need to point it out anymore…’
It’s quite difficult to fix what’s worn in the body, consciously or unconsciously.
It was because she also took a lot of time and effort to correct it while receiving a lot of criticism and criticism.
Even so, if he corrected it once, he never repeated it the next time. So, of course, I like to teach.
To the extent that it follows her to the bathroom.
Ray asked, full of doubt at her seemingly blind ambition.
“Are you teaching me right? Aren’t you just trying to make fun of me?”
“You are teaching properly. Are you suspicious of me?”
Speak and stretch your chest. I don’t know what makes Iriel so confident.
“…little.”
He looked at her without clearing his eyes of suspicion.
Rather than bewildered by him, he became even more confident.
“There is no doubt about it. I will thoroughly correct even sleeping.”
Ray sighed and opened his mouth.
“What are you talking about. Why do I even have to correct my sleep?”
“Because I can’t let anyone get caught.”
“What kind of crazy guy even catches a man sleeping?”
Iriel covered his mouth and smiled.
‘It tastes like teasing.’
In response, the servant who guided Ray last night said with his head down.
“Saintess, I dare to speak. As the saintess said, the word that the saint’s bed is corrected can attract many people’s attention.”
Iriel also nodded at the manner in which he spoke politely.
“I know.”
“I posted something useless… Please forgive me for making the mistake of saying it even though I knew it was rude as a servant of the Holy Son.”
“…I don’t care.”
Iriel smiled as if she was having fun seeing her expression not changing even though she begged for forgiveness.
“what is your name?”
“…Euclidean, Belacroix.”
Iriel was interested in her polite words.
Belacroix is one of the three major families that worship the saint. Its majesty is so extraordinary that it was given the title of ‘Poetry’ in the center of its name.
‘Why would a person in such a place claim to be a servant?’
No matter how many servants who serve saints are said to be of different ranks, the story is different when it comes to the Belacroix family.
One of the families that only worship the saint. It has already been recognized as such.
But why are you claiming to be a servant?
Iriel looked at her and made a strange expression.
“Because it’s the Bellacroix family… I’ll remember Eucliwood.”
“…It is an honour.”
“Then, Holy Son, we will end here today. I hope you have a peaceful night…”
Is there something behind the scenes? Iriel, lost in thought, said goodbye to Ray and returned to his mansion.
Ray looked at him and shook his head.
I didn’t know it would come back so easily.
He looked at the servant standing next to him.
It was a person with dark blue hair and contrasting red eyes.
Other than that, the only thing that stands out is that there is no change in facial expression.
‘Did you say the Belacroix family? Doesn’t having a castle mean being a noble?’
Why did the aristocrat claim to be a lady-in-waiting? Of course, ladies-in-waiting who served saints were not ordinary ladies-in-waiting, but there was no need for nobles to be themselves.
Ray asked her.
“Are you noble?”
Even with that direct statement, Eucliwood lowered his head and replied.
“Yes, but… I am now a servant, so please remember that my actions and family have nothing to do with it.”
“of course. Could you prepare a bath for me instead? I don’t need a helper like yesterday.”
“…All right.”
As she spoke, she took a step back.
“I’ll go pick you up when you’re ready.”
“Until I came to pick up something. I’ll take care of it later, so just leave it when you’re ready.”
* * *
After taking a bath, Ray lay down on the bed and thought.
‘No matter how much it is, it would be rude to dig into the servant’s back, right?’
In front of Eucliwood, I pretended to be indifferent, but in fact I was very curious.
Why did he support himself as if it were natural for the nobles to be here?
Could it be that he has some ulterior motive? If so, it is better to rule it out before the passage of time.
‘I’m still not sure, but it’s not like taking a job. It’s not even layoffs.’
Ray decided to wait a little longer.
If there is any ulterior motive, there is no choice but to make a move.
* * *
At night when everyone was asleep, Eucliwood moved quietly.
Her steps were heading toward the room where Ray was.
It looked like an assassin moving silently while hiding in the dark.
Did he learn stealth? Her figure was almost hidden except for a glimpse of her silhouette in the moonlight coming through the window.
The extreme stealth, where you can’t even hear the sound of walking, is as stealthy as if you’re going to kill someone.
She entered Ray’s bedroom.
It was a contrast to the way she had always taken a step back, as if it was not acceptable to dare to enter the bedroom of a saint.
As she looked down, she saw the saint sleeping soundly in bed.
“…”
How elaborate the stealth is, but even Ray, who is extremely sensitive to mana, can’t feel it and is sleeping defenseless.
Of course, if she went on the attack, that would be a different story.
Eucliwood raised his hand to touch his hair, but stopped abruptly.
As if it wasn’t the right time yet, he shook his head with his usual expressionless expression.
She left the door as quietly as she had come.
