After I Stopped Sponsoring, the Female Leads Began Obsessing Over Me chapter 121

121 – Priestess’ Soft and Moist Lips

The tent of the Numina sect.

“Ian, are you Brother Ian Black Angus?”

The priest asked.

Ian flinched slightly.

This is because his spirit was unusual.

“Yes.”

Things have gotten better these days, but most people immediately furrowed their brows when they heard Ian’s name.

What kind of expression of contempt will come?

But as if that was all for naught, the priest’s face lit up brightly.

“Ah, Brother Ian was interested in Numina’s teachings, so I should have come to see you a long time ago!”

“?”

“Welcome over here. We sincerely welcome you once again.”

“??”

Sudden welcome.

How long has it been since you received such hospitality using your own name?

Although he didn’t show it, Ian was slightly impressed.

And at the same time, for some reason, a chill ran down his spine.

‘… Aren’t they a cult?’

Before the possession, the only strangers who welcomed Ian were his cult members.

But.

“I am well aware of your heroic deeds. May Deus-sama’s blessings always be with you!”

The priests of the Numina sect had reason to welcome Ian.

The fact is that their roots are anti-saint women faction.

Ever since Ian gave the saintly candidate a beating at the disciplinary committee, an atmosphere of high regard for Ian has been created among them, knowingly or unknowingly.

In addition, this time, the Grand Duke of the North was revealed to be a Shale Cultist and was executed!

For the doctrine-centered Numina sect, heresies such as the Shaleam cult are objects of intense hatred and eradication.

Ian didn’t know it, but Ian was like an idol here.

Even though there are only a handful of priests of the Numina sect. In fact, it was they who spoke to Ian when he returned to Liechten for the first time in a while.

Anyway.

For such an idol-like being to personally enter the church’s tent!

“I don’t care, but please sit over here.”

The priest’s smile became even more benevolent.

Of course, Ian could not guess their circumstances. The unfortunate fate of having to doubt the kindness of others. Ian quickly figured out the exit and sat down at the table the priest guided him to.

“Elena, can you bring the tea?”

The priest called out to the female priest who was dozing in front of the church symbol in the distance.

“……”

But there is no answer.

Am I engrossed in prayer?

It’s about time you admire this person’s great faith.

“Huh?”

The priestess’s head bobs wildly back and forth behind her, startling herself.

“Elena?”

“Ah… I didn’t sleep!”

A female priest trying to cover the sky with her palms.

The priest sighed softly as if he was familiar with her appearance and opened her mouth.

“Okay, I understand. Can you give this person a car?”

“So, sir…? Yes, yes!”

Ian blinked at the sight of the priest making tea. Because she looked like I had seen her somewhere before.

Short stature, hair that looks like a mixture of gold and brown. A somewhat wide forehead that is clearly visible. And timid body movements. Averting her eyes slightly, as if she were embarrassed, she grabbed the sleeves of her priest’s robe that was too large for her body and quickly poured her tea.

“Priest Elena is so skilled at brewing tea that the student council specifically requests her service. It is to Sister Elena’s credit that we are able to maintain the tent like this.”

The tips of the girl’s ears lit up as if she were embarrassed by the priest’s praise.

Only then did Ian remember her identity.

The youngest member of the three student council members who were evaluated for the club.

The difference between her appearance back then and her appearance in priestly clothing was so great that I could not recognize her.

“Ah, you were the student council member at that time…?”

Only then did the girl make eye contact with her Ian.

Her eyes became round.

“Ehehehe?”

She pointed and shouted.

“Are you that very delicious fruit seller?!”

… How on earth do you remember me?

“… Churrup.”

Her saliva flowed out of reflex and into the guest teacup.

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“…Brother Ian, who announced to the world the mistakes of the saint candidate in that way! This time, he was active once again in the North, so we priests of the Numina sect had no choice but to look up to Brother Ian!”

This was the priest’s answer to Ian’s question about why he was treated so warmly.

In short, it seems that they liked the fact that they gave a blow to the saint candidate and the Hwalamgyo.

“So that’s what happened.”

“Yes. Some priests have been praying for Brother Ian recently.”

To be honest, Ian was impressed.

‘I can’t believe there were people praying for me!’

I felt like this was the first time since I was possessed that I had been treated like this by people I didn’t know very well.

It was also evidence that my self-evaluation was gradually changing.

But you can’t just smile and laugh just because the other person lifts you up!

Social life ultimately means that if you receive a compliment, you have to return it in return.

“As expected, it is typical of the Numina sect. You are not distracted by the gaze of those around you and see right through the fundamentals. This must all be thanks to Numina’s teachings.”

If you ask me, it was a self-praise that you guys really have great eyesight because you recognized him, but anyway, the priest was very happy.

“As expected, it’s Brother Ian! I didn’t know we would get along so well hahaha!”

“Hahaha!”

Ian laughed out loud with the priest.

Elena, who was sitting at the end of the table, trembled looking at them.

Because I felt a bit of madness in both of them.

The priest laughed for about a minute and then stood up.

“It is truly an honor that you have come to form a team with a priest from the Numina sect. However, the only new member of our sect here right now is Priest Elena.”

“I’m sorry, priest, but…”

“Huh? Elena, do you have any other opinions?”

“I only serve Deus and follow Numina’s teachings. I have no intention of fighting for promotion sincerely.”

“Don’t be so shy, Elena. Brother Ian will take good care of you.”

“Well, that’s not it…!”

Sparkle!

Brother Priest lifted Elena’s chair, which she was trying to avoid, and placed her in front of Ian.

“Then, I will leave the room for a moment so that you can have a full conversation with Priest Elena.”

“Eh? Um, um… Over there, priest…”

“Sister Elena. Please take good care of our brother Ian.”

Elena’s embarrassed eyes glanced at the priest for a moment.

“Hahaha!”

The priest smiled as if he was happy and went out of the tent.

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Awkward silence hovered around for a moment.

Ian could tell that the female priest was reluctant towards him. Why are you reluctant? I don’t think I’ve ever been particularly hateful. In fact, out of the three student council members, she enjoyed snow fruit the most.

“You are putting me to the test.”

Elena closed her eyes tightly and shouted.

“Test?”

“The sugar fruit they gave me at that time was so delicious… I had to eat it, forgetting my face and moaning. Even though I am a priest who is not supposed to be greedy for pleasure. That’s because the sweet and sour fruit was so delicious. To!”

… You were the one who moaned.

Ian was mortified, but happy at the same time.

She felt as if she had heard the highest praise of all praise, such as ‘You play game X like that.’

“Well, I even had to lie. I want to eat more so I need to look into it more… I’m really disqualified from being a priest.”

… Didn’t you just lie that you were dozing off the night before and said you didn’t sleep?

She felt like the priest in front of her would burst out laughing if she pointed that out, so Ian decided to divert her words.

“But wasn’t her name Sophia? Everyone in the student council calls her Sophie.”

“Sophia is the name given to me by my mother. Elena is the name given to me by God.”

“I see. Then, can I call you Elena too? I feel like she’s closer to you that way.”

Elena nodded her head wordlessly.

She is definitely more of a devout believer, contrary to her somewhat clumsy personality.

And of course, the more devout the priests are, the more capable they are.

Ian felt the need to seduce Elena even more.

“I told the male priest earlier, but I need a priest who will be on the same side as me in the promotion battle.”

“I’m sorry, but I think it will be difficult.”

Elena refused firmly in her small voice.

“I’m not very interested in promotion. Just serving Deus and following Numina’s teachings. That’s my path.”

Firm refusal.

Of course, Ian was not the kind of person who would back down from just this level of rejection.

A body that was trained from the beginning by numerous confession rejections.

Rather, rejection was like a source of energy for Ian.

“But think carefully, Elena.”

“Yes?”

“In the end, you too will have to spread your teachings to others someday, and if you have the title of Ether Class, more people will listen to your voice. Cores from hunting dangerous species will be distributed exactly 1 in n. “We’re probably the only team that can do this, right?”

Elena listened to her, probably thinking that what she said was quite plausible. But she comes right away with a stern expression on her face.

“He told me to refrain from excessive competition and excessive greed. I’m sorry, but I think it will be difficult for me to be with you.”

Elena shook her head while holding on to the priest’s robes that kept falling down.

Resolute as an iron wall.

‘But we still need a priest.’

Ian could not give up.

If you look at the reaction of the Numina denomination, you will never be able to find a priest from the Celeste denomination of saint candidates.

In the end, the story is that Elena is the only priest who can be saved.

‘Honestly, I didn’t expect there to be no interest in ether promotion.’

The basics of cooperation are understanding what the other party wants.

Ian naturally thought that even a priest would want to be promoted to Ether.

Lichten’s ‘Ether’ is a brand in itself that is like a luxury product certification. Because Eether guaranteed significant opportunities after graduation simply by maintaining Eether even for just one semester.

‘But you don’t want this…’

Ian’s head turned quickly.

What Elena wants most. What is that?

After a brief pause, Ian opened her mouth.

“Okay then.”

“…?”

“10 Snowflake fruit vouchers.”

“?”

There is an interlude of silence.

Elena opened her mouth a bit late and with a firm voice.

“Well, I’m a priest who serves God. I don’t give in to things like dessert.”

But Ian didn’t miss it.

In Elena’s eyes, guilt and desire swirled like a storm and then disappeared.

“Um… Then, no. I’ll let you eat one every month for the rest of your life.”

“…Huh? Expand, for life?”

“Yes. For life.”

“Well, don’t think I’ll fall for that temptation! Devil! God, please help me escape from that temptation.”

Even as she began to recite her prayers, Elena’s body was honest. Her lips began to smear with her saliva.

The corners of Ian’s mouth quirked up.

“What, isn’t this enough? Then, one a week for the rest of your life.”

Parr.

Elena’s lips trembled.

“Please protect me from desire… Chureup.”

Her prayer was not completed.