Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

# 848

Black Knight

After returning home, I decided to inform Claudie of the will of the Saint.

"Claudie."

"Huh?"

"What is that? The Saint wants to see you for this."

"..."

Then Claudie slowly tilted her head, and soon she gathered her hands, smiling brightly as usual.

"Huhuhu, huh? If you want to meet, you have to."

"It might be annoying, but just meet me once."

"Yes, I will."

Claudie, who approached me, helped me take my gear off. She leads me to the couch, which has skillfully disarmed me. I immediately took off my pants and changed into shorts that I had spread on my couch backrest.

- Pull!

He jumped high and sat on the couch and leaned back. Now that we're here, let's take a break and head out to the backyard.

"But what's going on?"

Then Claudie, who was sitting next to me, habitually put her hand in my shorts and asked.

"It's nothing special. He said he'd like to hear testimony from other witnesses besides me on this Death Night case."

"Hmm... that's it?"

"There's that. He also wants to hear about the Shrdic faith."

I think it's a little too late to call Karin twice and ask Claudie to tell me. The Saint knows that I am Haremnam, the seven sisters of my wife, but it is only Karin and Claudie that I spoke directly to him.

"The Shrdic faith... that's what it was."

"Right?"

"Yes... that's what it was. So when do we meet?"

"Tomorrow I'll go make an appointment and let you know."

"Got it."

However, Claudie noticed where she seemed to enjoy herself strangely. You're always smiling at me, but is there something good?

"What is it, Claudie? Why do you feel so good today?"

"Do you feel good? What do you mean?"

"Looks good."

"Mama always feels good to be next to Cat."

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!! Claudie, I want that quick!"

"Huhuhu, really."

In my words, Claudie slowly releases the button on the white shirt she was wearing. It soon revealed her relatively modest breasts. No, Claudie's not small, but I only think she's relatively small these days.

"Here you go, Cat."

Claudie reaches out to me with her breasts open, and I snap her nose right into her sternum. I really like the pale pink nipples.

"Phew... haha... Kobach."

Claudie gently strokes my back with a sniff of breath, savoring an elf-specific fragrance.

"Our Cat. Good, good."

"Claudie... I'm going to take a break."

"Yes, yes."

It's a real refurbishment.

"So what if I'm ready to meet the Saint?"

"... there's nothing to prepare for. All you have to do is go and tell me what you felt about Death Night and your faith."

"Still, I'm Cat's boss. You don't have to look good."

"I don't really care about that. And what, Claudie looks good at something, so you just pick the right clothes?"

You don't have to do anything because you're not telling a great story. You just have to meet normally. It's just like an interview with little information about Death Nights or Richie.

"Hoo-hoo, what do you think you can do?"

"Because fame is half-elf."

And Claudie doesn't even know common sense.

I spoke to Claudie for a moment about the clothes I was going to wear that day. Claudie usually wears a hood on a dark jacket when she goes to work.

However, the elves, who were seen walking around the streets in the capital, rarely see each other, just kept their ears open. They just looked around and didn't pay much attention.

It doesn't matter if you keep your ears open.

"Well, I'm still looking forward to it. I don't know what to say."

"What do you expect?"

Are you a little interested in meeting someone who is about to become a Saint of the Church? Claudie can do that enough. With that in mind, I gently sucked Claudie's breasts, licked them, and calmed her heart.

"Aah, Kat. It tickles."

"Stay still."

As you can see, Claudie's body is a stabilizer.

* * *

Two days later, I went to see the Saint with the armor that Death Knight was wearing.

It wasn't exactly what was left of the armor, so Risha couldn't figure it out, and Karin, an armor expert, didn't specify the same form either.

Even though this is not very meaningful, it is the most important clue that Death Knight is hanging on to this.

What if the other Death Nights found later were wearing the same equipment as this?

That means that this is their ritual equipment, and that these pagan cheeks have the professional facilities to make their own side knights' ritual armor.

On the subject of paganism, it is proven that there are also means of maintaining the Forge and the equipment of the Death Nights.

The most important thing about it is this equation.

There must be discipline and law, but it is established that it is a formal equipment. In fact, pagans have black robes and white skin. And it turns out that it has a wand with the same crystal embedded in the tattoo. Well, wizards of some organizations often unite equipment by nature, so even Death Knight's armor is a problem to think about.

"Is this the equipment Death Knight was wearing?"

"Yes."

"Strange, unpleasant color."

"Absolutely."

The Saint frowns as I look at the armor I have put on in the shape of a man.

"Good. I'll leave this to you. If you're lucky, you might find something special."

"Yes."

Speaking of the black wizard, Risha, I just nodded.

"And maybe this is the pagan's formal armor."

"Oh, I was just thinking about it!"

"Of course you can. Well, I'd say it worked."

I have a wide field of view because I am a Saint.

"Hmph, is this the resonance of a righteous mind? That's what makes you one!!!"

I got up and held my fist tight.

Then the Saint took a little step back and said,

"Ha, being one..."

"Yes?"

What is it?

"Oh, no. Nothing, by the way. Have you told the words of the Saint you saw to your work?"

"Yes, of course I did. I said, he nodded right away. If you set a time, I think we'll meet right then."

"I mean..."

The Saint who listened to me went back to his seat and sat down.

I'll see you later, Saint. I'll meet you on schedule. It won't happen until then anyway. When I think about it, we're all white people except when we work.

"By the way, Paladin."

"Yes."

"Are there any conflicts between different races?"

Are you just asking?

"Well, I know there's a bit of a difference in ideas, but there's no conflict at all. More than anything, Half-Elf. It's extremely beautiful, so whatever it is, it's good."

"Extremely beautiful..."

The Saint, who is the brain of it, bites his thumbnails almost like a habit.

- Grab it.

If this habit goes wrong once, it goes on. Even if I sit still these days, I feel like I'm smoking or talking or biting my nails. I feel more and more stressed.

"Haha, I do. That should do it for the men. There seem to be a lot of beauty around Paladin."

"Apparently so. Well, with my wives. The Saint is there."

"..."

I bless her.

"... I think it'll be good to see you in four days."

Then the Saint, who had bitten his nails and received a ball with the palm of his hand, looked me in the eye and said,

It was a different attitude.

"Four days later?"

"I had a meeting with the high priests at the headquarters after Paladin went back."

Meetings.

It would have been a meeting with the Cardinal or the Pope, because he was a high priest. It's a big deal, so it's very natural.

"Ah. Is the meeting late or something?"

"Yes. You can see the work in the morning, and from this afternoon on, the executives gather together and sell out all of them to the meeting. It was decided because I thought four days would pass."

Once the Saint said that he fully believed in my words, he also believed in my achievements. If Richie really shows up there, it's a prehistoric thing. Everyone is forced to take it seriously.

Especially if you're religious.

"Well... I'll put it in my head, bearing in mind that time may change."

"So be it."

From now on, the Saint seems extremely tired.

"Wow, so it's just a morning meeting and a afternoon meeting?"

"Late at night."

"So what about the work that was pushed?"

"Ha... that's it. That's what worries me."

The Saint rarely leaned on the chair with a sigh. - Cheeky. Naturally, she pulls out a bag of cigarettes from between her chest bones and lights it up.

Fruity Saint.

"It's a matter of meeting, but I don't know when else to do it."

This is how much a powerful man has to do for himself. I have no choice but to overdo it as much as the Saint has most authority.

- Ugh.

I immediately took the chair and sat across from the Saint.

"That's it. Isn't this really too much? I don't know how to do that to one Saint. This requires reinforcement."

"I hope so. However, I feel dizzy because I have to see the Saint."

"You are also an irrational person. But what if the Saint falls? I'll take care of it from the church. You're going to have to take some time off."

"It's a dream story."

I sat down for a while and spoke to the Saint. I can see that even if I can't work outside in the morning, I'm already undermotivated. If someone talks to you for a second when it's hard, it'll cheer you up. I'd rather hold onto something that doesn't work.

I talked to her like that, and then I came out.

* * *

After all, four days have passed since then.

The appointment proceeded as scheduled.

The Saint did not tell me about the outcome of the meeting, but when I visited her two days ago, she told me that it would be a good apprenticeship and asked me to do it as scheduled.

"Cat. What about this outfit?"

"I'm dead, Ma'am."

I felt like I was going crazy because I saw Claudie wearing a black dress that sticks nicely to my body. The dark elf's unique healthy copper skin and mysterious purple hair perfectly match the black outfit.

Claudie is my weakness.

"Huhuhu, really. We're going out now, but we can't have an erection."

Claudie, who had slightly bent her knees and waist, laughed as she poked her finger through my angry pillar of fire that was about to burst out over her pants right away.

My pants are going to burst, really.

"If you don't put it in someone else, it won't be easy."

I said as I touched Claudie's ear.

"Let's be patient now? You can't stand it, can you? I'll do as much as I can when I get back."

Claudie said it was like she was growing up with me.

I'm not a man who needs to be reassured if I'm erecting.

"Well, it's hard to say it like a child. You're afraid I can't stand it?"

"But if you don't assess Cat, it's hard."

"It's okay, it's okay. Can I come back and see you about ten times?"

"To ring the horse again."

Claudie raises her body and strokes my elbow.

"The bastard cries."