“We touched one place today, so let’s explore a new place tomorrow.”
Wait, is this a declaration that you're going to touch my body once a day?
I couldn't bring myself to ask that question, so I dug into the blanket.
The bed wasn't particularly wide, but Bilau was quiet and comfy, so I had plenty of room. Still, I tossed and turned, terrified of the unexpected and how this man might change.
Then, as if reading my mind, the priest spoke.
“I won’t touch you while you’re sleeping. That’ll come later.”
I feel so relieved.
...Yes, I slept soundly.
“Did you sleep well?”
When I opened my eyes, the priest, still looking holy, was smiling. He announced the start of the day with remarks like, "You look so cute when you lick your lips."
“I pray three times a day and train new priests. Also...”
Bilau, who handed me a piece of paper with his schedule written on it, gave me a strong request.
"The director knows women, too. So, the moment he sees you, he'll know something's wrong."
“Oh my, I absolutely cannot get caught.”
When I pretended to be surprised, Bilau nodded.
"And Cain was my brother, so I could easily silence him, but the others are different. You must never be seen."
"All right."
"If we're caught, we'll be kicked out of the monastery. There are a lot of wild beasts there. It'll be perfect for us to be eaten."
“That’s a really horrible story. I don’t want to be kicked out like that.”
I already knew it, but I pretended to be scared. Then, as if it seemed like I wouldn't leave the room, Bilau patted my head.
“If you solve my curiosity, I will hide you.”
“That’s a helpful story.”
As I greeted him with a smile as if I was grateful, Bilau left, telling me to get some rest.
I counted to 180 in my head and opened the door slightly. Yes, it's opening.
I pretended to listen carefully, afraid that if I were to leave, the priest would lock the door and leave.
It was easy to fool the priest with my experience with Dietrich and my acting skills honed in front of Shish.
From the schedule written by Bilau, we can see that the temple eats twice a day and holds three large masses.
At this hour, even Bilau couldn't come to his room. And with so much work to do, he barely had time to stay in his room.
Thanks to that, I had the opportunity to go out and explore.
“I have to get out of here.”
Even though nothing happened last night, you never know what might happen in the future.
Try looking at my body, piece by piece. Is that all?
Yesterday, I was so flustered that my head was spinning, but the Bilau in the novels I know is the kind of guy who asks questions like, "I'm curious about the process of giving birth," and wants to experience the process firsthand.
He said this with a smile on his face that seemed to have no selfish intentions.
"Door..."
Where could it be? The entrance to the door.
The door to another world isn't just a short carriage ride away. It requires a special method, like this temple, that involves passing through a barrier.
“He said I could get there if I crossed the bushes and passed the tower that marked the end of the world.”
...So where is that place?
The passage, written hastily, with the assumption that the heroine will figure it out on her own, is deeply troubling me. Bilau might know, but I don't want to ask.
After exploring, I discovered that the temple's structure consisted of a main building, an annex containing the priests' quarters, and three other buildings, one of which was a library.
Elsewhere...
“This is crazy.”
...It was a warehouse.
Inside, it was filled with oak barrels, and the sweet yet spicy alcohol smell was evident, indicating that this was a place for aging wine.
I wanted to drink it, but I couldn't just touch the can, so I just swallowed my saliva.
“Should I drink a bottle of that?”
I saw a wine bottle, seemingly finished, in a crude glass bottle, but I quickly shook my head. It was gone, and it would be a hassle to search the temple.
Milan had plenty of alcohol, too, but I couldn't drink it there.
Do you know what I'll do to Shish after I drink?
I had no choice but to suck my thumb and head to another area that looked like a warehouse. It was filled with trivial items I didn't need.
I sighed and went outside.
The bells that announced the time were ringing majestically.
I turned my head toward the sound and saw a watchtower. I hadn't noticed the tall tower while I was frantically wandering around, but the sun was shining down on me, making it hard to see clearly.
“This is not the time.”
Bilau might come back.
I hurried to my room, and luckily it was empty.
In the evening, Bilau returned, fed me, and observed me again.
Let him touch my body once a day, or do whatever he asks.
This was what I had to do, given the accommodations provided.
Compared to the first day, the next one was smooth.
“Can I see your hands?”
"Yes."
I spread out all ten fingers, and Billau began to draw my hand down to the individual lines on my palm and fingers.
I feel strange because I feel like a lot of my personal information is being leaked...?
“Your hands are really small.”
Bilau narrowed his eyes and opened his large hand. He then tried to place it on my palm.
I think he's trying to measure how much of a difference there is in size between his own hand and mine.
“Oh, you can’t touch it.”
I quickly pulled my hand back.
Bilau blinked as if he didn't understand it.
“Be careful not to touch it when measuring the length.”
"Ha ha ha!"
As if he understood what I meant, Bilau laughed out loud. He laughed for a long time, seemingly excited by something, before finally smiling neatly.
“Yes, I’ll be careful.”
Then he put his hand down.
“Let’s postpone touching hands until tomorrow.”
I got the answer I wanted, but when I saw Bilau smiling at me with a devious look in his eyes, I had a feeling something was wrong.
And very strongly too.
“Phew.”
The next day, I escaped from the room again.
The room felt stuffy, and the role of the temple came to mind.
The temple is a storehouse of knowledge!
In particular, the library here is a treasure trove of rare materials.
This is also the reason why he came all the way here, even though he could have become a priest in the capital and gone on to become a successful person.
The library door, old but well-oiled on its hinges, opened quietly.
I was worried that there might not be a librarian at the entrance, but fortunately, there was only a list of books borrowed.
Since this is a closed area anyway, even if a book goes missing, it's possible to find it inside. So, there's no need for a separate staff member to check if a book is available for loan.
It seems like there's no one around, so I'll take my time looking around...
“Oh my, why is there so much to organize!”
...I guess I can’t.
I took off my shoes and slowly approached the sound. I saw a priest with gray hair organizing books.
Oh, I see you're a librarian.
I lifted my heel and turned around quietly.
I was planning to leave the library, but the priest spotted me first. He emerged from between the shelves, holding a book, and caught sight of me before I could even hide.
“Eww!"
A clear voice rings out throughout the library.
I dropped the shoe I was holding. But before I could even pick it up, I ran over and hurriedly covered the priest's mouth.
Perhaps because he was surprised, the priest remained silent with his mouth shut.
What should I do with this? It'll be embarrassing if I get caught now.
Let's try a little scam first.
People in this world are basically kind to me.
I don't know if it's limited to men, but anyway, the person in front of me is a man, so it should work.
“Do you promise not to yell?”
As the priest shook his head from side to side, the glasses he was wearing shook.
To be honest.
Fortunately, he didn't try to pull away from my hand. He even rubbed his lips against my palm.
I quickly removed my hand and put it behind my back, then made an excuse that came to mind.
“I am the god of books.”
“Books... the god of books?”
“Yes. I am a god who tours libraries and observes the environment.”
But was this place polytheistic?
I was shocked by the question that came to my mind late, but the priest knelt down right in front of me.
“Oh my god.”
No, can you believe it right away?
“A few days ago, I heard the voice of God in my dream, and it was you!”
"That's right."
But I nodded.
“God is much smaller and more delicate than I imagined.”
“It doesn’t necessarily have to be big.”
“The saying that you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover was the word of the God of Books.”
As I watched the priest quietly become convinced and quiet, I continued speaking in a tone that felt mysterious.
“It’s changed a lot since I last came here.”
I don't really know if it has changed or not.
It's just a pretense of having lived a long time.
“Yes, actually, the structure changed a bit 13 years ago when we did a major renovation of the library.”
Aha, I see.
“Shall I guide you?”
"Great."
I don't know where the book I want is, so I guess I'll just pretend to go and ask.
"This side is being cleaned up, so it's a mess. How about going over there first?"
The priest's voice trembled as if an earthquake had occurred.
"Great."
I pretended not to know and followed the priest.
The neatly built, gray-haired priest blushed and kept glancing at me.
In the novel, it says that they had sex so passionately that the bookshelf shook and the books fell down.
But I'm good... No, I don't want to.
It's strange. How can one be so insensitive?
I was surprised at myself, but I didn't show it and relaxed my grip on the hand that was holding the bag behind my back. Then the priest glanced at my hand and asked in a trembling voice.
“Oh... Could you perhaps grant me God’s grace again?”
Wait, is this a declaration that you're going to touch my body once a day?
I couldn't bring myself to ask that question, so I dug into the blanket.
The bed wasn't particularly wide, but Bilau was quiet and comfy, so I had plenty of room. Still, I tossed and turned, terrified of the unexpected and how this man might change.
Then, as if reading my mind, the priest spoke.
“I won’t touch you while you’re sleeping. That’ll come later.”
So, first you'll touch each one while I'm awake, and then once that's done, you'll touch them while I'm asleep...?
...Yes, I slept soundly.
“Did you sleep well?”
When I opened my eyes, the priest, still looking holy, was smiling. He announced the start of the day with remarks like, "You look so cute when you lick your lips."
“I pray three times a day and train new priests. Also...”
Bilau, who handed me a piece of paper with his schedule written on it, gave me a strong request.
"The director knows women, too. So, the moment he sees you, he'll know something's wrong."
“Oh my, I absolutely cannot get caught.”
When I pretended to be surprised, Bilau nodded.
"And Cain was my brother, so I could easily silence him, but the others are different. You must never be seen."
"All right."
"If we're caught, we'll be kicked out of the monastery. There are a lot of wild beasts there. It'll be perfect for us to be eaten."
“That’s a really horrible story. I don’t want to be kicked out like that.”
I already knew it, but I pretended to be scared. Then, as if it seemed like I wouldn't leave the room, Bilau patted my head.
“If you solve my curiosity, I will hide you.”
“That’s a helpful story.”
As I greeted him with a smile as if I was grateful, Bilau left, telling me to get some rest.
I counted to 180 in my head and opened the door slightly. Yes, it's opening.
I pretended to listen carefully, afraid that if I were to leave, the priest would lock the door and leave.
It was easy to fool the priest with my experience with Dietrich and my acting skills honed in front of Shish.
From the schedule written by Bilau, we can see that the temple eats twice a day and holds three large masses.
At this hour, even Bilau couldn't come to his room. And with so much work to do, he barely had time to stay in his room.
Thanks to that, I had the opportunity to go out and explore.
“I have to get out of here.”
Even though nothing happened last night, you never know what might happen in the future.
Try looking at my body, piece by piece. Is that all?
Yesterday, I was so flustered that my head was spinning, but the Bilau in the novels I know is the kind of guy who asks questions like, "I'm curious about the process of giving birth," and wants to experience the process firsthand.
He said this with a smile on his face that seemed to have no selfish intentions.
"Door..."
Where could it be? The entrance to the door.
The door to another world isn't just a short carriage ride away. It requires a special method, like this temple, that involves passing through a barrier.
“He said I could get there if I crossed the bushes and passed the tower that marked the end of the world.”
...So where is that place?
The passage, written hastily, with the assumption that the heroine will figure it out on her own, is deeply troubling me. Bilau might know, but I don't want to ask.
After exploring, I discovered that the temple's structure consisted of a main building, an annex containing the priests' quarters, and three other buildings, one of which was a library.
Elsewhere...
“This is crazy.”
...It was a warehouse.
Inside, it was filled with oak barrels, and the sweet yet spicy alcohol smell was evident, indicating that this was a place for aging wine.
I wanted to drink it, but I couldn't just touch the can, so I just swallowed my saliva.
“Should I drink a bottle of that?”
I saw a wine bottle, seemingly finished, in a crude glass bottle, but I quickly shook my head. It was gone, and it would be a hassle to search the temple.
Milan had plenty of alcohol, too, but I couldn't drink it there.
Do you know what I'll do to Shish after I drink?
I had no choice but to suck my thumb and head to another area that looked like a warehouse. It was filled with trivial items I didn't need.
I sighed and went outside.
Dang. Dang.
I turned my head toward the sound and saw a watchtower. I hadn't noticed the tall tower while I was frantically wandering around, but the sun was shining down on me, making it hard to see clearly.
“This is not the time.”
Bilau might come back.
I hurried to my room, and luckily it was empty.
In the evening, Bilau returned, fed me, and observed me again.
Let him touch my body once a day, or do whatever he asks.
This was what I had to do, given the accommodations provided.
Compared to the first day, the next one was smooth.
“Can I see your hands?”
"Yes."
I spread out all ten fingers, and Billau began to draw my hand down to the individual lines on my palm and fingers.
I feel strange because I feel like a lot of my personal information is being leaked...?
“Your hands are really small.”
Bilau narrowed his eyes and opened his large hand. He then tried to place it on my palm.
I think he's trying to measure how much of a difference there is in size between his own hand and mine.
“Oh, you can’t touch it.”
I quickly pulled my hand back.
Bilau blinked as if he didn't understand it.
“Be careful not to touch it when measuring the length.”
"Ha ha ha!"
As if he understood what I meant, Bilau laughed out loud. He laughed for a long time, seemingly excited by something, before finally smiling neatly.
“Yes, I’ll be careful.”
Then he put his hand down.
“Let’s postpone touching hands until tomorrow.”
I got the answer I wanted, but when I saw Bilau smiling at me with a devious look in his eyes, I had a feeling something was wrong.
And very strongly too.
“Phew.”
The next day, I escaped from the room again.
The room felt stuffy, and the role of the temple came to mind.
The temple is a storehouse of knowledge!
In particular, the library here is a treasure trove of rare materials.
This is also the reason why he came all the way here, even though he could have become a priest in the capital and gone on to become a successful person.
The library door, old but well-oiled on its hinges, opened quietly.
I was worried that there might not be a librarian at the entrance, but fortunately, there was only a list of books borrowed.
Since this is a closed area anyway, even if a book goes missing, it's possible to find it inside. So, there's no need for a separate staff member to check if a book is available for loan.
It seems like there's no one around, so I'll take my time looking around...
“Oh my, why is there so much to organize!”
...I guess I can’t.
I took off my shoes and slowly approached the sound. I saw a priest with gray hair organizing books.
Oh, I see you're a librarian.
I lifted my heel and turned around quietly.
I was planning to leave the library, but the priest spotted me first. He emerged from between the shelves, holding a book, and caught sight of me before I could even hide.
“Eww!"
A clear voice rings out throughout the library.
I dropped the shoe I was holding. But before I could even pick it up, I ran over and hurriedly covered the priest's mouth.
Perhaps because he was surprised, the priest remained silent with his mouth shut.
What should I do with this? It'll be embarrassing if I get caught now.
Let's try a little scam first.
People in this world are basically kind to me.
I don't know if it's limited to men, but anyway, the person in front of me is a man, so it should work.
“Do you promise not to yell?”
As the priest shook his head from side to side, the glasses he was wearing shook.
To be honest.
Fortunately, he didn't try to pull away from my hand. He even rubbed his lips against my palm.
I quickly removed my hand and put it behind my back, then made an excuse that came to mind.
“I am the god of books.”
“Books... the god of books?”
“Yes. I am a god who tours libraries and observes the environment.”
But was this place polytheistic?
I was shocked by the question that came to my mind late, but the priest knelt down right in front of me.
“Oh my god.”
No, can you believe it right away?
“A few days ago, I heard the voice of God in my dream, and it was you!”
"That's right."
But I nodded.
“God is much smaller and more delicate than I imagined.”
“It doesn’t necessarily have to be big.”
“The saying that you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover was the word of the God of Books.”
As I watched the priest quietly become convinced and quiet, I continued speaking in a tone that felt mysterious.
“It’s changed a lot since I last came here.”
I don't really know if it has changed or not.
It's just a pretense of having lived a long time.
“Yes, actually, the structure changed a bit 13 years ago when we did a major renovation of the library.”
Aha, I see.
“Shall I guide you?”
"Great."
I don't know where the book I want is, so I guess I'll just pretend to go and ask.
"This side is being cleaned up, so it's a mess. How about going over there first?"
The priest's voice trembled as if an earthquake had occurred.
"Great."
I pretended not to know and followed the priest.
The neatly built, gray-haired priest blushed and kept glancing at me.
In the novel, it says that they had sex so passionately that the bookshelf shook and the books fell down.
But I'm good... No, I don't want to.
It's strange. How can one be so insensitive?
I was surprised at myself, but I didn't show it and relaxed my grip on the hand that was holding the bag behind my back. Then the priest glanced at my hand and asked in a trembling voice.
“Oh... Could you perhaps grant me God’s grace again?”
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