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Is this infiltration or employment? (3) – unedited

The location of the temple was described in detail in the novel, so it was easy to find. Keep walking along the road that turns to the right from the clock tower, then you will see the temple.

It really was. A white bell tower and a stone tower of numerous angels were erected.

I looked up at the lofty stairway leading to the temple. There was a reason why the saint's body would have no choice but to be thin. If I had to go up and down these stairs several times a day, I would lose weight.

With determination, I began to climb the stairs. I was short of breath, and my knees were numb, but I came up without a break with the thought of 'one more step, one more step!'

“Ha… I'm dying.”

I barely reached the end and straightened my bent back. As she stood in front of the huge white door, I was momentarily confused as to what to do next.

Well… Still, I came to someone else's house, so I'll have to knock.

Knock, knock, knock.

Compared to the door, my hand was the size of an ant's leg that got dipped in a gigantic lake. I can't hear it well either.

The tightly closed door did not show signs of opening. Did I come too late?

Boboom-

I took a few steps behind the door that suddenly moved. The huge door opened, and an elderly priest appeared with a hurried step.

“He, hello?”

But the priest did not open the door to greet me. If I hadn't said hello, the priest would pass me by and go straight down the stairs. Wherever he went so hastily, he moved his legs hurriedly even though he was wearing a long uniform.

“Today's Mass is over. Tomorrow… No, come back in a week.”

“A week? I want to meet the saint.….”

“I understand the believer's feelings, but she is not someone anyone can meet.”

I guess so.

“Can I see her in a week?”

“Of course.”

After a short reply, he unruly greeted me and went down the stairs with a whirl. I haven't even finished talking yet….

I was worried that he might fall over due to careless footsteps, but to my dismay, the priest was swiftly heading towards the end of the stairs like a martial arts master that would appear in novels.

“… A week later.”

The tightly closed temple door seemed unwilling to open again, so I had to go down the stairs with a more cautious step than the priest.

“These stairs were just useless steps.”

But I never dreamed that I would say this once a day. Every day was a series of useless steps!

After the saint, so did Chenin. The only thing Merson counted that came out of Count Abitz's door was the number of yawns of the guardsmen!

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One day, two days, and three days passed, and the sense of duty that had overflowed turned into disappointment filled with anger.

“No, Chenin, what is she doing not even leaving the house?!”

Baam!

In frustration, I slammed the wall with all my might. It was only my hand that took damage. Argh, it hurts. Merson gets startled, grabs my hand and blows a foo-foo to it.

“The house is so big that even if you stay inside all day, you can feel like you are outside, but it's too much. They need to think about the minds of the kidnappers too!”

“That's right.”

“You only live once! Shall I grab her hair and pull her out?!”

“I'll do it.”

“No, you might get hurt. Leave it to me. I did it once so I got the hang of it.”

“I believe in Erina.”

Immediately the pain subsided, but Merson was still grabbing my hand and wiping it between his fingers.

Determined, I took a deep breath, pushing my thoughts to the back and releasing Merson's hand.

“Erina?”

“Let's go.”

I couldn't wait any longer. If I say I am a friend from the hometown and then they ask for identification, I can pretend I live in the village, be oblivious and act like a fool, right? I proudly stood with my feet wide open in front of the guardsmen. I could feel their gaze on me. Now, these guys will block me with the spear they're holding and ask, 'Who are you?!'

“You're late. Go on in.”

……or not?

Instead of raising their spear to block me, they opened the door. I blinked my eyes nonstop. It was to clear my head, but that didn't mean I understood the situation.

As I stand still, the guardsmen urges me.

“Aren't you here to apply as the assistant for the party?”

Assistant?

“It's a big party, so there aren't enough workers, and the work will be alot. So even ordinary people are hired.”

I was less aware of the situation, but it was clear that he was not wary of me. I hurriedly opened my mouth so as not to miss the opportunity.

“Oh, no! Be a maid, handmaid, I like this kind of thing, so I wanted to give it a try. Right, Merson?”

“Are you so moved that you couldn't speak? Okay, let's go inside. Hahaha!”

In case the guardsmen changed their minds, I quickly grabbed Merson's arm and moved my feet into the iron gate. Me and Merson were not questioned of any kind, and we were even pushed inside, and told to go quickly.

What is this? So good things come even while sleeping is a phrase that can be used in this case. Without any incidents or small disturbances, I came into Count Abitz's mansion very easily.

Chapter end