The Saint of Another World – 4

After whiling away some time feeling the soft texture of the bed, it was lunchtime.

Maria, who was chosen as my attendant, would accompany me from tomorrow, and until today, the Priest who brought the barber would be with me.

-Knock knock

“Saint, I’m coming in.”

It seemed the Priest had come to announce lunch.

I hadn’t fully recovered from the fatigue of the night before, so I was lying face down on the bed, and before I could even react, the Priest opened the door and came in.

Thus, I ended up showing him the image of a student who didn’t want to go to school, lying face down on the bed.

“Ah, I’m sorry.”

Scratching my messy hair, I got up, and the Priest turned away with an awkward expression.

Well, seeing the ‘Saint,’ who should be sitting neatly at a desk reading a book, wasting time stuck to the bed must be a bit of a shock.

“No, it’s okay. What’s the matter?”

I got off the bed and smoothed out my clothes as I spoke.

“It’s lunchtime, so I came to escort you.”

“Yes. I was just about to get hungry, so that’s good.”

I was already hungry. I moved my feet towards the door.

The Priest and I walked along the hallway.

While walking along the hallway, I felt several gazes subtly directed at me.

There was no Killing intent or wariness in them, so they weren’t gazes of surveillance.

It seemed to be something similar to looking at a celebrity.

“I guess I’m attracting some attention.”

I wish I hadn’t noticed…

Whether the training I had with Master had disappeared or not, the sense of grasping the surrounding situation continued to deliver information to me.

“Yes? Ah….”

At my words, the Priest looked around with a flustered face.

But the gazes of the people had already turned elsewhere, so he wouldn’t be able to notice.

“It’s nothing. Let’s go. Are we going to the dining hall?”

Pointing in the direction we were going, I asked, and the Priest moved again with a dazed expression.

“Yes, it’s just ahead.”

I wanted to ask about the lunch menu, but I held back, fearing that it might create an image of being someone who was particular about food.

Since gluttony was considered a sin where I was, it wouldn’t hurt to be careful.

The closer we got to the dining hall, the more the smell wafted out, so I thought I could look forward to it.

As soon as I entered the dining hall, I thought the gazes I had felt earlier were nothing, as countless gazes were directed at me.

As the explanation said, the dining hall where all the people of Solari were gathered to eat was very large.

It seemed a bit far from being a school cafeteria, and it was somewhat similar to the one in the Harry Potter movies I had seen before.

Long tables were placed in the wide hall, and people sat there, bringing food to eat.

In a sunny spot in the dining hall, separate tables were set up, which seemed to be a place for people of high status to sit, like a military officers’ mess.

The so-called special seats.

“Saint’s seat is over there.”

The Priest pointed to the special seats.

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

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

I wanted to avoid the special seats.

If I sat there, the Bishops would probably look at me and ask me all sorts of things. Then my shallowness would soon be exposed.

That’s why I had to sit in this ‘general seating’ area.

The people sitting here would glance at me, but they wouldn’t talk to me.

“Ah… it’s not a problem. Instead, I will bring you the food.”

The Priest scratched his cheek and replied, then went to get the food.

“Hmm….”

A reverent silence flowed through the dining hall, which should have been a bit noisy with the sound of people eating.

I sat down in a moderately empty seat.

It’s pouring down.

The gazes.

I wonder if I can even swallow my food properly.

Ah, is it bread here?

Fearing that I might make eye contact, I closed my eyes in a meaning of ‘don’t talk to me’ and waited for lunch.

After a little time, delicious-smelling food arrived.

“Thank you.”

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

“You’re welcome.”

The Priest sat facing me across the table.

There were two small pieces of bread, thick cream, and some kind of meat.

The pieces of meat were quite large, and I wondered if I was the only one who received something like this, so I looked at the plates on the other side and saw that everyone had received about the same amount of meat.

No Saint favoritism.

“Well then, I will enjoy the meal.”

As I said, picking up a knife and fork, the Priest in front of me looked at me strangely.

“Ah? Ah… Saint?”

He had an expression of wanting to say something but barely holding back.

“Yes? Is something wrong?”

I asked back, wondering if I had done something wrong.

“Um, perhaps… the prayer before the meal…? I apologize if you have already done it.”

He was rather flustered by my question. He rolled his eyes around and then very carefully, with a truly apologetic heart, asked me in a small voice.

Ah, I forgot the prayer.

I almost screwed up.

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

Without showing any signs of embarrassment, I smiled nonchalantly and put my hands together.

Prayer… is this how you do it?

Racking my brain, I thought of someone I knew who went to church.

I closed my eyes and lowered my head slightly.

But, how many minutes should the prayer before the meal be?

Let’s just say whatever comes to mind.

“Our Father, who art in heaven. Thank you for this daily bread.”

I searched the storage of my memories for the phrases of prayer that I had heard somewhere and output them.

“Remember the sweat of all those who have labored to make this food, and bless them.”

“Let me eat this food with sincerity and become a person who can give more glory to the Father.”

This should be enough.

I slyly opened my eyes and picked up the fork.

The Priest in front of me had been keeping his eyes closed, but when he heard the sound of me trying to pick up the food, he opened his closed eyes.

Well, there wasn’t much difference in the prayer time, so I must have done well.

“I will enjoy the meal.”

When I stabbed the meat with a fork and put it in my mouth, sweet juices filled my mouth.

I quietly chewed on them and looked at my meal companion in front of me.

He was staring at the food with a blank expression.

“What’s wrong?”

I asked, seeing his behavior of not praying or eating, and he looked at me with teary eyes.

“Ah, it’s nothing. It’s just that Saint’s prayer was so moving.”

…What did I do?

Just in case, I looked around, and the people around me were also putting down the utensils they were holding and wiping away tears.

Ah…

My head hurts again.