The Other Side of the Last Boss

Since I was solicited to Bridget, Iris' gaze has become disturbing.

Or no doubt, there is a dramatic increase in the number of times I look at this one.

The other three seemed to feel the same thing, and he looked somewhat subtle.

The Euphorians, who can no longer stand the condition, speak to me.

"What are you guys doing? Wow, that's suspicious."

Euphiria puts her arms around me and stares at this one.

"It's not what..."

I tell Iris that I'm being solicited.

The three people who heard it sighed grandly.

"Oh, is that what you mean?"

"What's that about?

I ask Tiriza, but Tiriza doesn't answer that way.

"It was some kind of suspicious vibe, wasn't it? You keep an eye on each other, and when we see each other, we panic and look away."

Euphiria snaps.

Iris may have been, but I didn't look away.

"If you're soliciting me to the church, you can't help it. Iris is passionate about that."

Gemmy looks away.

"You guys have been solicited, too"

Jemmy nodded at my question.

"Oh. I said no because Atashi believes in Dagza God."

Well, if you're an adventurer and a warrior, it's common for you to believe in the god of battle.

"We did, too, for once."

Euphiria smiles bitterly.

"I was not enthusiastic, I was not interested in any god at all, so I converted as I was told."

Tiliza, who is not interested in many things, pales out.

I don't think it makes sense to increase the number of believers like this.

"Can faith be changed so easily?"

"Priests can't, but incoming people who don't have a lot of faith are changing corollaries. Especially in this Britton."

"That's the problem, so we have an agreement."

Iris pinches his mouth.

"Agreement?"

"Yes. Once we arrived, two years became the rule that we had to believe in the same religion. It's commonly known as" Biennial Binding. "

"Phone, I guess."

"Yes?"

The concept of a phone, the word of a previous life, did not work, and only four people wore small necks in my words.

"What if I break that?

"There is a fine"

"Isn't that denomination too raw and smelly?

"Rude. It's a common rule for all denominations."

Iris looked a little angry.

"Well, that's why sometimes it was just the right time for two years of bondage to expire, and I became a Bridget. Me and Yuffi."

"I'm not particularly active or anything."

"I don't know what kind of recipient that is."

Tiliza and Euphilia have a conversation without any concern.

"That's why you were willing to join the group?

"Hmm."

Well, if it's not going to be particularly hard, you can go in there.

Even the Adventurer's Guild is registered.

I didn't use it at all, so it makes little sense to register.

"There's no reason to go in. I don't see the benefits."

"Well, then, Iris wants to hear about the beauty of faith all night."

Tiriza narrowed her eyes to my answer.

"I refuse with all my might."

"Then that's the advantage."

"It's no longer blackmail."

I whisper.

"What's the solution?

"If you join any denomination, 'two years of bondage' will occur."

"I'd pay a fine easily."

"Then you have no escape. If you really believe in Dougza or Angus, Iris will probably be convinced."

I don't really believe in God like that.

He said that if he believed in it anyway, he would be himself.

"I still have to let you experience the beauty of the Bridget Church"

Iris laughs creepy "uhhhhhh".

"Well, we have business……………………"

The three of them looked at Iris like that and walked away with it.

You traitor.

Iris grabbed my hand and transferred.

We're going into Bridget Order headquarters.

I'm going to show you the building and explain how good it is.

But a rushed official rushes over to Iris.

"Iris High Priest, just in time. It's an emergency."

Upon hearing the official's explanation, Iris nodded and ran.

"Excuse me. The Order is also a medical facility."

Officials apologize. I named him Mick.

If it is a minor injury, it can often be soaked with medicinal herbs, etc., but if it becomes serious, there is no need to rely on magic.

A good healer is once again.

"It's nothing. Then I guess I'll go home."

"That's troublesome. Let me show you because I'm gonna be pissed off."

"No, I'm not that interested in this building."

"Oh. I see..."

Mick has a nasty smile.

"Was that what you were after?"

"I wonder what you're talking about."

"Ugh. You're interested in Iris High Priest, aren't you?

Mick doesn't listen to people, he stands up all at once.

"The Bridget Church is experiencing a recent surge in male believers. We're all after Iris High Priest."

"No, that's why."

"There's not so many guys who mean what they say they're after. Everyone treats me like one, so I'm just happy with that."

"Ooh..."

I'm a little drawn.

Well, there's no mistake Iris is a beautiful girl.

The pious priest of the merciful God.

Very capable, both as an adventurer and a healer.

Sometimes it's part of a brave party, and its reputation goes beyond just Jordan.

Besides, unlike high stopped priests, there's no way they're unpopular because they make contact with the general faithful.

"Is that why you're joining the group?

"No, it's not good."

"Mm-hmm. That's pretty sticky. But I have a secret weapon for these times."

Mick took out one picture.

It is a picture of Iris.

It was a casual everyday photo theft.

"Heh. Fine. It's usually £100 a piece."

"Higher."

"There are also pictures of you when you wear thin clothes in the middle of summer. That's already munchy and horny. Only available to incoming customers."

"I don't think this denominational color is working."

"……… I think so too"

There was a voice coming from behind. A familiar voice.

"Ahhh. Iris High Priest Festival"

Looks like Iris just got back from treatment.

Mick is violently upset and tries to escape from the spot.

But Iris twisted my arm and I couldn't move.

"You guys... you don't seem to understand God's teachings yet"

I'm afraid of Iris' eyes. This is a bad guy.

"I want you to wait a minute. I had nothing to do with it."

No questions asked.

Me and Mick were grabbed by the arm and taken to the penance room.

And they preached for hours.