episode_0206

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A confrontation between the two follows.

“Se, I’m going to… take the laundry…”

At Mary’s words, the saint’s eyes swept over her.

A reddened face, a loose forearm and exposed thighs.

It didn’t look like an outfit for carrying out laundry.

“Sister Maria.”

The saint calls to Mary, who is as motionless as a stone statue.

The saint showed both hands and slowly approached Mary.

The saint shook off the fallen leaves from his body and turned on the light in the dark room.

“Seo, saint… So this is…”

Many excuses popped into Maria’s head, but they soon disappeared.

Is it because they got caught for entering the saint’s room without permission, or because they got caught for doing something they shouldn’t say…?

Maria trembled like an aspen tree.

“Sister Maria, it’s okay.”

The saint tried to calm her down.

“Sorry, sorry. I… I…”

Maria couldn’t form a sentence.

It was her secret action that she did without the saint’s knowledge. At first, I struggled with a sense of guilt.

But as she continued to act, her actions became bolder and bolder.

Since she never thought she would be caught like this in the first place, the shock she received was quite severe.

“Umm….”

The saint touched his chin with a troubled expression.

The saint was filled with thoughts of wanting to avoid the current situation.

Originally, he planned to return to his room and organize the facts he had learned so far.

The saint felt a little bothered by the unexpectedly added event of Mary.

Is it possible to have a normal conversation with Maria now? The saint asked himself a question.

How about we talk about it tomorrow when our emotions have calmed down?

“First of all, please return today.”

Having made up his mind, the saint passed by Mary and opened the door.

He smiled painfully. As if nothing had happened.

“…I’m sorry, saint. I made a mistake.”

Mary, who misunderstood the saint’s meaning, fell flat on her face.

“Please forgive me. Please don’t hate me.”

Maria was afraid that she might have become disillusioned with herself.

Maria closed her eyes tightly, trembled, and squeezed her neck.

“No. I’m OK. If you’re human, it’s natural. However…”

However, the saint limited his speech.

“But, it’s embarrassing to see each other now. How about we talk tomorrow? It’s not that I dislike Sister Maria.”

Despite the saint’s words, Mary showed no sign of waking up.

From Mary’s perspective, this was the first time she had been caught by the saint, but the saint knew all about Mary’s antics.

Therefore, it was difficult for the saint to sympathize with the shock that Mary received.

“Now, Sister Maria. Wake up.”

The saint spoke from behind the prostrate Mary.

“…….”

After some time passed, Maria, now haggard, stood up shakily.

She slowly, very slowly, made her way to the door.

Bowing her head, Mary passed the saint and left the room, and the man and woman faced each other as they guarded the door.

“Well, see you tomorrow.”

The saint tapped her shoulder a few times with his hand to show that he was really okay.

– Bang

“Seo, saint….”

Mary tried to say something to the saint, but the saint could not hear her because the door was closed.

“Ah….”

Maria, who was looking at the closed door, returned to her room with weak steps.

***

Maria returned to the room and looked at her hands.

His robes, which the saint had been unable to retrieve because he was so anxious, were still in his hand.

He was also the culprit behind all of this.

“……”

Maria slowly brought it to her face.

Even though this behavior offended the saint, she could not stop.

I am aware that I am a believer who has no answers.

But even that disgust was acting as some form of pleasure for her.

“Sorry. Sorry.”

She buried her face in her robes and continued muttering.

“Huh, haa…. Saint, saint!”

The saint’s body odor fills the nasal passages.

My cooled body becomes hot again.

“I am a lustful woman. I committed a crime.”

Even though she was continuously uttering words of apology, Maria could not take her face off her clothes.

And then her free hand slowly moved to her lower abdomen.

It is an absolutely forbidden area that no man can touch.

Her long, slender fingers move along the road, as if running down a well-paved road.

Pleasure fueled by shame, guilt, and a sense of immorality assaulted Maria’s brain.

“Ugh… Sigh….”

On a moonlit night, hot breath kept coming out of a woman’s room.

***

“How was it in Madini Village?”

Lunch the next day. The Pope asked the saint.

“It was rewarding.”

The saint, thinking of Mary who had been hesitant until lunch, answered the Pope’s question.

“Haha, I see.”

The Pope burst into laughter and lifted up the noodle dish in front of him with a fork.

Slurp, the noodles were sucked into the mouth, spraying droplets of sauce around.

“…Pope.”

The saint who was watching this quietly opened his mouth.

The Pope wiped his mouth with a napkin and looked at the saint.

“Yes?”

“I saw it in Madini Village. The village leader gave us a large box. What is it?”

“Ah… It’s an offering. This is an offering sent to the church headquarters.”

The Pope answered as if it was no big deal.

“I see. Where are the donations used?”

“I pray for the prosperity of Madini Village and return all the money to God.”

” Doesn’t God accept offerings? ”

When the saint spoke as if he was dumbfounded, the Pope raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

“Of course, once such procedures are completed, the church headquarters will be used as operating funds.”

“So, what do you use the donations in the sack that the Pope received?”

“That’s….”

The Pope, who was trying to answer the saint’s question as it flowed in, paused.

“I don’t know how you found out, but… that too will be used as operating funds for the church.”

The Pope still smiled. But I didn’t feel the warmth that I felt at first.

“It’s not for the Pope’s personal use?”

Hearing the saint’s words, the Pope put down the fork he was holding and looked at him.

Before we knew it, the smile had disappeared from the Pope’s mouth.

The saint put the cut meat into his mouth and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

After passing the well-cooked meat, the saint looked at the Pope and said:

“Do not be selfish in the name of God. This is a warning.”

The saint’s clear eyes turned to the Pope.

“Is that a warning from a saint?”

the Pope asked, and the Saint nodded.

“I see. As a saint, I warn you…”

The Pope lifted the bell on the table and waved it.

With a clattering sound, the bride who had been waiting outside came in.

The Pope instructed the priest to do something, and the priest headed somewhere.

“First of all, please continue eating. The food will get cold.”

After speaking, the Pope again focused on food.

After a while, the priest who had received the Pope’s orders returned.

In his hand was a long sword.

A sword in a white scabbard. It was the sword that the saint drew when he came here.

A sword that proves that one is a saint through the light that comes from the sword.

The priest who brought the sword left, and the Pope stood up and approached the saint.

“Would you like to give it a try?”

Hearing these very polite words, the saint grabbed the handle and pulled out the sword.

“…!!”

The sword that came out of the scabbard had an ordinary appearance.

The saint’s eyes widened.

The saint looked back and forth between the sword and the Pope.

The Pope laughed at the sight and snatched the sword from the saint’s hand.

The Pope put his sword back into its scabbard and sat down again.

“You are not a saint, so how can you give a warning as a saint?”

The Pope’s words were filled with a deep sneer.