Abandoned Priest at the Hero’s Party

But the Lord’s Will

A visitor to our house is like a visitor to the Lord.

It doesn’t matter whether he serves the Lord or not. The important thing is that as a believer in the Lord, I have a duty to treat guests well.

‘Rocca doesn’t like cars. I don’t even like adding sugar.’

Thinking about what to offer with tea.

There was nothing to see. I’m the news, and Roca only likes meat.

Oh, and he likes fish too. They grilled salmon, so I ate it well.

Our wolves don’t eat grass like wolves do, and they don’t like sweet things very much. I don’t hate it, but I don’t find it either.

There is no food available to serve guests. Should I get some potato soup too?

“Oh, Lord. Do you know that I believe in the Lord?”

As I was thinking, something caught my eye. That apple tree from a few weeks ago.

At that time, apples began to grow on the tree again, and it seemed that the basket could be filled. Peel the apple and cut it into bite-size pieces. I gave a slice of apple to Rocca, who was watching me write while it was being sunk, but it was an expression of why he was eating such a thing.

“It’s cool and crisp, but… sour.”

“Isn’t it sweet?”

“I don’t know. What is sweet?”

“Hmm, I feel sorry for Loka who doesn’t know how to sweeten.”

Can I please change this later, please? It seems that the wolf clan is not good at sweet taste by nature.

I mainly eat meat, so maybe it’s natural.

“apologize?”

“Because tea is best eaten with something sweet. It doesn’t matter if you don’t drink.”

The only sweet things in our house are apples from the Lord, so what do we do?

You can’t leave customers seated and go to the market in a hurry.

“Add sugar and milk to your liking. I don’t put sugar in my tea, but I don’t know how you feel.”

Even in this house, there is still milk. Rocca drinks milk.

I’m already grown up, and now I’m not very attracted to any food. Without roca, my meal would have been all about rye bread.

“By the way, it’s been a while since I ate an apple.”

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My guest, the woman who smelled of death, took a bite of the apple.

Chew slowly and carefully and enjoy the juice. She closed her eyes for a moment and savored the taste of the apple.

I also took a piece in my mouth and chewed it. sweeted and put on again. It is all the grace of the Lord.

“Did it originally look like this? It’s pure fruit without any seasoning, and it’s really delicious.”

Apparently she liked it too. She quietly ate a few more slices of the apple.

The tea started to boil and poured into a glass. Sugar and milk were also set aside.

I wanted to market it, so I brought a bowl of bread and salt. Then he glanced at her face. He is a very beautiful person.

“Is that too ugly?”

She noticed my gaze and groaned. I smiled and shook my head.

I just quietly picked up the cup and took a sip of tea.

“You don’t have to force me to comfort you. It’s okay if you don’t say anything you don’t like.”

Sometimes, people just need someone to listen to.

Now is the time. I put down my teacup and quietly made eye contact with her.

Rocca, who was sitting next to me, quietly laid her down on my lap, just listening to her.

unfortunate thing. Struggle. sick thing. sad thing.

Who hasn’t experienced something like that at least once?

Even if something like that happens to me, it’s enough to tell the Lord behind me,

Other than those who worship God, ordinary people have only other people they can rely on.

“Because that alone is enough.”

“Kyle.”

“yes?”

“My name is Kyle. What is your sister’s name?”

“…Dane. It’s called Redane.”

Redane? That’s a weird name.

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Maybe it’s a pseudonym

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Maybe it’s your real name. Either way it doesn’t matter.

This is the house of the Lord, and it is the bosom of the Lord. A place where anyone is welcome.

If only he had come here as a guest, not an enemy.

“…don’t you hate me? Isn’t it difficult for me to eat and drink in your house?”

“Sister, you hate yourself.”

I just drew my last name. There is something I say like a habit.

To people, I am normal and that saint must be sick, but

In the sight of God, we are all crippled and will only be seen as the sick.

“But my lord does not hate you, how can I?”

“What if this leper asks you to stay overnight at your house?”

“Can I get you a bed?”

all are sick all are the same

If we don’t help each other, we make it harder for each other.

Even if the help is not reciprocated, it is still me who should help those who are more difficult than me.

Because that would be to repay a little of the grace I received from my Lord, and to share his grace with the world.

“I have nothing to give you now. No matter how much kindness you give me, nothing comes back. Wouldn’t you regret it though?”

“The Lord believes in me even though I don’t think I’m going to give anything back.”

“Aren’t you returning your faith to your God?”

“My God is one who does not need faith.”

Even if we humans perish,

No, even if the whole world goes into catastrophe,

He simply exists, immortal.

Our life and death mean nothing to Him.

“If such a god helps people, why shouldn’t we help each other?”

Even the One who is so high that I cannot even compare him helps people through me.

no reason. It’s just his meaning. Even God is like that.

As a single human being, do I need a reason to help the same person?

“Maybe I am being punished for the sins I have committed in the meantime.”

Le Dain, who had been silent for a while, opened his mouth.

“Who are you going to blame? I was blinded by my career path, I ignored those who knew me, and I killed a lot of people who stood in my way. As I say now, I enjoyed the war. Because war has always been a means to elevate me. Sometimes, we forced wars that didn’t need to happen.”

“That would certainly be a sin.”

“Compared to the people who died because of it, the insult I am experiencing may be as light as this teacup. My wings were broken and I fell to the ground, and then something caught my eye.”

I’ve never climbed that high

I don’t really know.

It seemed obvious that Mr. Le Dain was probably a fallen aristocrat. There is a natural momentum in every word.

Like an ogre who has been a mountain king since birth. The dignity itself feels like standing on top of a person.

It felt like someone very high was falling to the ground.

I do not know who has always walked on the ground.

But even this country knows one thing.

“Sin cannot be washed away.”

This world is really sad and fun.

“But who in life does not sin?”

Even plants entangle other plants with their roots and kill them,

The leaves are spread wide and the buds are dried and killed.

It is difficult to judge this world as good or evil.

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My Lord sees the world as an infinite set of possibilities, but there is no good or evil in it. Therefore, he is neither good nor evil. You just watch as you move into the future.

“Even if the indelible sins continue to grow heavy with life, we are able to walk with their shackles because we are animals that help each other.”

People hurt each other, but

However, no one can live alone.

“Help is light. From person to person, it continues to shine.”

Regardless of the era, beyond history, the light that has been continuously created and continued,

At least one person. To a large extent, it continues to illuminate an era.

The Lord is most pleased when he sees such things.

It is what He desires the most for humans to help each other and overcome a catastrophe that they thought could not be overcome on their own.

“You must remember, saint. The Lord helped you today because you want the saint to be a helper to your neighbors.”

I don’t have to be condescending. This help belongs to the Lord. I am merely his messenger, conveying his will.

He got up, put his hand on Redane-san’s back, and wiped it away. That was enough.

The disease that must have tormented her was actually getting better from the moment she entered the sanctuary. I did nothing.

The Lord healed her.

“It can’t be, it can’t be…”

It seems it’s too late to figure it out. She quickly took off her gloves.

The rotten flesh, which should have been filled in originally, was restored to its original state by the grace of the Lord. White, smooth hands and slender fingers were revealed instead of rotten, chapped flesh.

“Mirror, mirror… ah, no, my cheek… my face…”

Watching her stroke her cheek, I just smiled.

I’ve seen him before, but he’s such a beautiful person.

“Hey, are you… the incarnation of God in this world?”

“Is it possible?”

I am just a priest serving the Lord.

Nothing more, nothing less, just plain priest Kyle.