episode_0202

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When the time came, Nikolai, the village leader, came to his room.

Under his friendly guidance, Inho headed to the restaurant.

When the door to the restaurant opened, his eyes caught the sight of people gathered around a long table.

Inho, who had been expecting a simple dinner, was a little taken aback by the number of attendees, which was larger than expected.

“Light is with you.”

Five or six men offered him religious greetings.

“This is it….”

I looked at the village representative to see what was going on, but Nikolai just smiled broadly and guided him to the head table.

Inho, who was sitting at the head of the table, looked around at the faces of the people sitting around the table.

A wrinkle-free look and flawless attire. Inho remembered the time he had a meal with nobles at the church headquarters.

“Hello.”

Inho greeted them, hiding his embarrassment with a smile.

I wondered if there were so many nobles living in the village.

“People came from far away to see the saint.”

As if answering his question, Nikolai sat down next to him and said.

“You are not from Madini village.”

Inho said as he placed his hand on the cup on the table.

“Yes, everyone said this when they heard the news that the saint was coming…”

When Nikolai spoke with a friendly smile, Inho responded by raising the corners of his mouth.

“Then you came all the way here to see me.”

When Inho spoke as if to confirm, the handsome man smiled and said.

“If it is to see the saint, this is nothing.”

Ha ha ha ha ha!

The men sitting around the restaurant burst into laughter.

“You must be hungry, so I will bring you food first.”

Nikolai winked, and the maids started bringing food one by one.

Steam rises and shiny food is placed in front of people.

“…….”

The people who came to see In-ho each started holding forks and knives in their hands.

And then I saw Inho’s face.

Inho made eye contact with them for a while, then folded his hands and closed his eyes.

They looked puzzled by his actions.

“Thank you for the well-prepared food.”

As Inho began to pray, people gasped and put down what they were holding.

After the prayer, dinner began.

The meal, which started in a calm atmosphere, began to liven up little by little as the maids brought wine.

It would be more accurate to describe it as noisy rather than lively.

In-ho frowned slightly at the sound of them drinking and chatting among themselves.

“Saint! Saint, please have a drink too.”

Suddenly, a person with a red face looked at Inho and shouted.

People around him tried to stop him by saying, ‘Why are you doing this?’, but it seemed like he was just pretending and they also wanted In-ho to participate in the war.

As one person pointed a finger at the maid, the maid poured alcohol into Inho’s glass.

Inho looked at alcohol, which he had not tried recently.

My own face was reflected on the surface of the purple liquor.

He took a deep breath and exhaled.

A good-natured smile appeared again on his face, which had been filled with boredom and irritation.

“It’s been a while since I’ve had a drink. Now, everyone, fill your glasses.”

Inho raised his glass, recalling the images of the poor reaching for hard bread and soup.

Soft bread and grilled meat. A tart wine that enhances their flavor.

It is a meal worthy of serving a saint.

But why do I feel so uncomfortable?

Is it the alcohol that was bitter, or is it my heart that was bitter?…

Even if Inho asked himself, he could not get a clear answer.

He poured another glass of wine and soothed his stomach.

***

What Maria, who brought the news of Albaynin, encountered was the sight of a saint who was heavily drunk.

Although he was drunk, Inho still had the character of a saint, sitting calmly in a chair and dozing off, nodding his head like a chicken.

Those who participated in the meal were also quite drunk, and they were laughing, drinking, and smoking among themselves.

Maria grimaced as the cigarette smoke filled the restaurant to the point where it looked hazy.

“It’s Maria.”

The saint muttered, as if muttering in a dream.

Mary, seeing the saint’s condition, walked into the dining room with great strides.

Nikolai, who was somewhat quick-witted, hesitated and tried to say something to her, but he closed his mouth and sat down again at the sharp look in her eyes.

“Such an indecent act at a meal attended by a saint.”

As Maria spoke in disbelief, the other people who were struggling with alcohol gradually began to come to their senses.

Maria’s fierceness gradually drove away their drunkenness.

“Ah… it’s not like that.”

Nikolai opened his mouth again, but Maria made a bitter sound and covered his mouth again.

“Of course, since it was something that the saint tolerated, I, as an attendant, cannot be held responsible.”

Mary supported the saint. In-ho, who still couldn’t get over his drunkenness, had limp legs like saggy laundry.

“The saint seems to be tired, so I will leave now. Please take care of your appearance so that you can stand before the Holy Spirit with a pious appearance tomorrow.”

Maria left the restaurant with a warning rather than a recommendation.

bang! The restaurant door closed with a sound, and the people who had been unable to breathe due to the pressure radiating from the Inquisitor finally gasped.

***

Feeling the weight of the saint who was completely leaning on her, unable to keep his balance on his feet, Maria led him into the room.

“Uh…Uh….”

The saint, who still couldn’t get over his drinking, muttered something incomprehensible, and as soon as he saw the bed, he collapsed and climbed on top of it.

“Saint. You need to change your clothes…”

It was her first time seeing the saint look so disheveled, so Mary just fidgeted with her hands, not knowing what to do.

“I’ll just… sleep.”

The saint spoke intelligibly for the first time.

“Those clothes are uncomfortable. You should change into more comfortable clothes.”

Mary tried to talk to the saint who was speechless.

Moreover, Mary did not feel comfortable putting the saint to sleep wearing clothes that had traces of sauce or wine on them while eating.

“It’s annoying.”

At the saint’s words, Mary glanced around the room where only she and the saint were present.

“I… saint. Then, even if I change your clothes…”

Maria, who had started speaking halfway, closed her mouth.

He was a saint who always changed his clothes himself. There’s no way I’m going to give her permission now…

“Okay. Maria change my clothes.”

Inho spoke indifferently with his twisted tongue.

“Are you really okay?”

Mary opened her eyes wide and asked the saint, but the saint fell asleep in his prone position on the bed.

The saint’s attendants swallowed their saliva and tried to understand the situation.

“The saint was drunk and just said something random. Do I dare to look at the saint’s body? But the saint gave permission?”

Maria monologued alone in the center of the room.

“What should I do? What should I do? I really just need to change your clothes, right?”

Fidgeting with her hands, Mary looked back and forth between the saint and the visitation.

Are you going to leave like this, or are you going to change into a saint’s clothes?

It’s only her choice.

“Umm….”

As she pondered for a while, the voice of a saint reached her ears.

Before he knew it, he had turned over and was stretching his neck with his fingers, as if his neck was uncomfortable.

In that action, a few buttons came undone, exposing his pale skin and collarbone.

gulp. Maria swallowed her saliva without realizing it.

“Yeah, right? Isn’t it uncomfortable?”

Maria smiled awkwardly. Maria slowly walked towards the saint.

The sight of the saint lying defenseless on the bed made Mary’s heart pound so hard that it hurt.

“Did the saint give permission?”

Shifting responsibility, Maria slowly placed her hands on her shirt.

And then he begins to undo the buttons one by one.

tick tick tick

As the button is undone, the saint’s white and solid upper body is revealed.

Maria bit her lower lip without realizing it and continued working.

“Huh… Ha….”

Eventually, the shirt came off, and Maria’s gaze went down.

All that was left were pants.

Mary slowly and carefully removed the saint’s trousers.

Then, the scent of a man wafted out.

“Oh my God.”

Maria’s exclamation continued.