𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟏: 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐨𝐛
There was a change in the lineup of [Hope].
Surprisingly, Meg wanted to join our poor clan.
The reason wasn’t because she fell in love with me, but because she seemed to have lost her place in the Thieves Guild.
It was because she had sought the help of the Adventurer’s Guild in relation to Luke’s murder.
On the surface, it was a job of the Adventurer’s Guild to eliminate the murderer, and Meg was just cooperating with that.
However, once the makeup was removed, the bare face was that Meg had cried out to the Adventurer’s Guild for help, which was a huge blow to the face of the Thieves Guild.
It’s an industry where it’s not enough to just say it’s okay because it’s resolved.
I can’t praise what Meg did. But it’s also against my principles to punish her for helping to resolve the situation.
As a result, it was decided that she would leave the Thieves Guild.
Expulsion sounds too harsh.
It’s not a place you can quit in the first place.
The underworld is a place where you can’t walk under the sun until you die. Basically, you can’t quit for personal reasons.
Because you know various dangerous things, if you run away, there’s no doubt that assassins will be sent after you.
The fact that Meg was released from such constraints might be due to the kindness of the executives of the Thieves Guild.
Because she was able to wash her hands without any problems.
But, she doesn’t have the means to live in a normal society.
If she has to make ends meet by stealing again, she’ll be back in the underworld.
That’s why she came to us, with whom she had a connection.
She asked us to let her join our group.
For Meg, being an adventurer might seem a little more respectable than being a thief.
“Of course, that’s fine, but what are Meg’s talents and job?”
We are [Hope], a weak clan in name and reality. There’s no reason to refuse someone who wants to join.
Especially since Meg is not a stranger to us.
She’s close in age to the three girls, so their affinity will probably increase quickly.
“What’s that? That.”
Meg with a puzzled face.
And the same expression on Asuka, Miliaria, and Meisha.
The former didn’t know about talents and jobs. The latter couldn’t imagine that there were people who didn’t know about it.
Well, there’s nothing we can do about jobs.
It’s very important information for us adventurers, mercenaries, and soldiers, but it’s a pretty irrelevant story for ordinary people.
The job of a baker is obviously a bread maker. If a baker’s job was a swordsman or an archer, it would be surprising.
There aren’t many ordinary people who care about their jobs.
The problem is talent.
Meg didn’t know her own talent.
That means she wasn’t taken to the Supreme God Church when she turned ten.
𝐓𝐋: 𝐁𝐭𝐰,𝐋𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥’𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 “𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐭” 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 “𝐉𝐨𝐛”
Even we, who grew up in an orphanage, were taken there.
Even though the donation for the blessing ceremony is just a small amount.
I knew in my head that the people of the Thieves Guild weren’t raising children because they cared about them.
But I didn’t expect them to be treated like tools to this extent.
I almost clicked my tongue. I was just that level, but we have people who are extreme in expressing their emotions.
“Meg! Let’s get it back from now on!”
“We’ll help too.”
“God’s grace will pour down on you.”
Asuka, Miliaria, and Meisha hug Meg from three sides and mess her up.
“What’s this?! What kind of strange festival is this?!”
She extends her right hand as if asking for help from a sinking ship.
There’s nothing I can do.
Give up and let them play with you.
『”ᴀᴡᴇʙsᴛᴏʀɪᴇs.ᴄᴏᴍ” – ᴅɪsᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀ ᴄᴀᴘᴛɪᴠᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏғ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴘᴀssɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏoᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɪɴᴅuʟɢᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs ᴡɪᴛʜ “ᴅᴀɪʟʏ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇs” ᴀɴᴅ ᴇxᴄʟᴜsɪᴠᴇ ᴀᴄᴄᴇss ᴛᴏ “ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs”.』
“Lionel, my husband!”
After many twists and turns, we were at the Supreme God Church in the city of Gaillia.
“Don’t sum it up in one word. I was about to lose my chastity, you know? As a girl.”
“If it’s between girls, isn’t it no count?”
While having a silly conversation.
By the way, this church is also a place where our Meisha is a believer, so we are on good terms with them.
Every time she gets a share of the reward, she donates some of it.
She’s a truly devout monk.
Well, I’ve been making donations since that incident the other day. It’s just a small amount though.
When you’re left with a will saying you don’t need a grave, this is about all you can do.
Anyway, I explain the situation to the bishop and ask him to give Meg the blessing of the supreme god.
He readily agreed, surprise showing on his old face.
There seem to be children who grow up without receiving a blessing. Not many, though.
Even orphanages do it for them.
I think children in worse circumstances probably can’t live long. It’s sad, but that’s the way it is.
Meisha carefully explained to Meg, who didn’t know how to offer prayers, with gestures and hand movements, and somehow she managed to look the part.
Meg kneels in the chapel.
The priest spins the words of blessing, and a slow light descends upon her head.
We also bow our heads slightly and offer prayers to the pouring glory.
It’s always a solemn sight.
Eventually, Meg, having finished the ceremony, stood up.
Tears streaming down her face.
“I… I heard the voice of God for the first time…”
People without the divine gift of a saint can’t hear it unless they’re in a chapel with a priest as a mediator.
It’s a rare experience.