episode_0182

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As I was killing time, feeling the soft texture of the bed, it was time for lunch.

Maria, who was selected as an attendant, will accompany me starting tomorrow, and the priest who brought the barber will accompany me until today.

– smart

“Saint, I will go in.”

It seemed that the priest had come to announce lunch.

As I was still tired from the night, I was lying face down on the bed, but before I could react, the priest opened the door and came in.

By lying down on the bed like that, I was able to clearly show him the image of a student who doesn’t want to go to school.

“Oh, sorry.”

As I stood up, scratching my messy hair, the bride looked away with a puzzled expression on her face.

Well, seeing the ‘saint’ who looks like he should be neatly sitting at a desk reading a book is killing time with his body pressed up against the bed, you might wake up a little.

“No. What’s going on?”

I got off the bed, adjusted my clothes, and said.

“It was meal time, so I came to pick you up.”

“Yes. I was just about to get hungry, so it turned out well.”

I was already hungry. I moved towards the door.

The bride and I walked down the aisle.

While walking along the hallway, I felt several eyes subtly looking at me.

There was no life or vigilance in the eyes of surveillance.

I think it’s similar to watching celebrities.

“I guess I’m attracting a bit of attention.”

I wish I didn’t know…

As if my training with Master had not disappeared, my sense of understanding the surrounding situation continued to convey information to me.

“Yes? Ah…”

At my words, the priest looked around with a puzzled expression.

However, he would not have noticed that people’s eyes had already turned elsewhere.

“No. Let’s go. Are you going to the restaurant?”

When I asked, pointing with my hand in the direction I was going, the priest moved again with a confused expression on his face.

“Yes, it is in front of me.”

I wanted to ask about the lunch menu, but I held back because I didn’t want to create an image revealing what I was going to eat.

Where I was, gluttony was considered a sin, so there is nothing wrong with being careful.

The closer I get to the restaurant, the more I smell it, so I guess I can look forward to it.

***

As I entered the restaurant, countless eyes were on me, to the point where I thought the stares I felt earlier were nothing special.

As explained, the restaurant was very spacious as it was described as a restaurant where everyone in Solarium gathered to eat.

It seems a bit far from being a school cafeteria, and it’s a bit similar to the Harry Potter movie I saw before.

Long desks are placed in a wide hall, and people sit there and bring food to eat.

Separate tables were set up in a sunny area of the restaurant, and it looked like a place where high-ranking people sit, like a military executive cafeteria.

So-called special seats.

“The saint’s seat is over there.”

The priest pointed to the special seat.

Several bishops dressed in luxurious clothes were sitting and looking this way.

“If it’s not a problem, I’d like to eat here.”

I want to avoid special seats.

If I sit there, the bishops will look at me and ask me various questions. Then my finances will soon be exposed.

That’s why you have to sit here in ‘general class’.

People who will sit here will glance at me, but they will not talk to me.

“Ah… no problem. Instead, I will bring you the food.”

The priest answered by scratching his cheek and went to get some food.

“Um….”

There is a reverent silence in the restaurant, which should be a bit noisy with the sound of food being eaten.

I sat down in a fairly empty seat.

It pours.

The gaze.

I don’t know if I can eat this properly.

Oh, is this bread?

I was worried that we might make eye contact, so I closed my eyes and waited for lunch as a sign of not talking to him.

After some time, delicious-smelling food arrived.

“Thank you.”

With a clattering sound, a plate was placed in front of me, and I opened my eyes and said.

“No.”

The bride sat across from me.

There are two small breads, thick cream, and some unknown meat.

The piece of meat was quite large, and I thought I was the only one who got something like this, so I looked at the other plate and saw that everyone got this much meat.

There is no favoritism towards saints.

“Then, I will eat well.”

As I spoke while holding a knife and fork, the priest in front of me looked at me strangely.

“Ah? Ah… saint?”

An expression that makes you want to say something but can barely hold back.

“Yes? What went wrong?”

I ask myself if I did something wrong.

“Ho, by any chance… prayer before the ceremony…? Sorry if you already did it.”

He was rather taken aback by my question. He rolled his eyes back and forth and asked me very carefully and in a low voice with a truly sorry heart.

Oh, I forgot to pray.

I almost got fucked.

***

“Ah, I have to do it. Prayer before the meal.”

Without showing any signs of embarrassment, he smiles slyly and puts his hands together.

Prayer… Is this the right way to do it?

I turn my head and think about people around me who went to church.

I closed my eyes and lowered my head slightly.

But how many minutes should I pray before the meal?

First, let’s say whatever comes to mind.

“Father in heaven. Thank you for giving us our daily bread.”

I find prayer phrases that I once heard in my memory and print them out.

“Please remember the sweat of everyone who worked hard to make this food, and bless them.”

“Please help me become a person who eats food made with sincerity and can glorify the Father even more.”

This should be enough.

I slowly opened my eyes and picked up my fork.

The priest in front of me kept his eyes closed, but when he heard me start to eat, he opened them.

Well, there wasn’t that much of a difference in prayer time, so I guess I did a good job.

“I will eat well.”

When I put the meat in my mouth with a fork, the sweet juice filled my mouth.

I mumbled them quietly and looked at my friend Bob in front of me.

He was looking at the food with a blank expression.

“Why are you doing that?”

When I asked him about his actions, which were neither praying nor eating, he looked at me with wide eyes.

“Oh, no. It’s just that the saint’s prayer touched my heart so much.”

…What did I do?

When I looked around to see if anything, people around me were also putting down the dishes they were holding and wiping away tears.

ah…

My head hurts again.