It will be sweet.
It will be sweet.
Elisia didn't let go of my hand until we reached the small chapel where the breakfast prayer meeting was being held.
At some point, it wasn't just my wrist anymore, but my whole hand.
Whenever I subtly tried to shake her off, her slender fingers would intertwine like snakes, gripping tightly between my fingers.
It seemed she was intending to make sure I couldn't move away from her side at all.
"Saint-nim."
"What is it."
"Please let go of my hand now."
"I don't want to."
"People are watching."
"Let them watch."
Elisia answered nonchalantly and walked inside the small chapel.
Beneath the splendid Saint's Crown, her silver-white hair flowed brilliantly, catching the light of the chandelier.
She looked so flawless that it was hard to believe she was the very same woman who had been throwing a tantrum under the bedcovers just moments ago.
It would have been truly wonderful if this woman holding my hand weren't a being who could rip my arm off at any moment through it.
"We pay our respects to the Saint-nim."
The archbishop and nobles who had gathered in the small chapel beforehand stood up all at once and offered their greetings.
Then, naturally, their gazes all drifted downward together.
More specifically, toward the hands that Elisia and I were holding.
Their faces were utterly bewildered.
Well, it makes sense.
Usually, Elisia is a woman who gets annoyed even by someone breathing in the path she walks by.
With such a Saint actually holding her aide's hand herself as she entered, they had no choice but to be shocked.
"What are you staring at?"
Since everyone in the small chapel was looking at me and Elisia, her voice sank frigidly.
She openly showed that her mood was foul.
At that, the people who had been looking at our hands lowered their heads simultaneously.
The razor-sharp synchronization showed just how much they must have suffered under Elisia.
Of course, knowing that most of these bastards are rotten to the core, I think they could stand to suffer a bit more.
"Do I have to gouge your eyeballs out for you to stop looking?"
"Saint-nim."
"What?"
"Please do not threaten people first thing in the morning."
"It's not a threat."
"Then what is it?"
"A warning."
This is just a warning?
Then what the hell is a threat?
Would she just grab someone and burn them alive as an example?
If it's Elisia, that's entirely possible....
I let out a sigh carrying the realization of Ah, right... the woman holding my hand is just this kind of woman..., and guided Elisia to the head of the table.
In the center of the large round dining table stood a golden candlestick symbolizing God.
Around it, freshly baked bread, soup, egg dishes, fruit, and tea were laid out.
If this were the game, the breakfast prayer meeting would be a mundane schedule that modestly raised the Saint's faith and the church's reputation.
But when playing as Elisia, the situation is a bit different.
Since Elisia is someone who refuses to eat properly, this is yet another event where reputation plummets.
Mainly through erratic behavior, that is.
Calling it erratic behavior makes it sound nice, but in reality, it means someone dies.
Standing behind Elisia, I tried to keep watch and protect her so that no suspicious person would anger her.
But through the hand she still hadn't let go of, she pulled me.
Thanks to that, my off-balance body tilted toward the side of the head seat.
Elisia's arm naturally supported my waist.
My black hair spilled over her shoulder, and her voluptuous chest wrapped in her Saint's vestments pressed softly against my flank.
"What are you doing?"
"Why are you trying to stand?"
"I am a mere aide."
"Yeah, right. Sit next to me. I permit it."
No, I'm telling you, that's not allowed?
In principle?
Whether I gave her a look saying it was out of the question or not, Elisia pushed through.
Elisia pulled a chair over with the tip of her foot.
The dragged chair lightly bumped against the chair Elisia was sitting on.
And then she seated me on the pulled chair.
We ended up sitting so close that just shifting our hips slightly would make our sides touch.
"Are you satisfied?"
"No."
"Then what?"
"It feels unpleasant. Sitting together with someone like you."
What on earth am I supposed to do with this?
You're the one who pulled me down to sit.
What should I seriously do with her.
The archbishop had been blankly watching us before finally standing up from his seat after catching Elisia's frosty glare.
"Giving thanks for the grace bestowed by God today as well...."
The archbishop began reciting a long prayer.
Elisia, looking bored to death, rested her chin on her hand and blankly stared at me.
At first, she was at least keeping her eyes open.
But as time passed, the eyelids covering her blue pupils gradually drooped downward.
Her head also bowed slightly forward before bobbing back up.
I was quietly watching her unexpectedly cute appearance, but now her silver hair touched my shoulder.
Unable to hold out any longer, she had leaned against my shoulder.
'She's sleeping?'
No matter how I look at it, she's asleep.
Conscious of the gazes of the surrounding people, I reached under the table and lightly poked Elisia in the side.
Her slender waist flinched with a tremor.
At the same time, a voice packed with discontent and drowsiness pierced my ears.
"What are you doing."
"Please do not sleep."
"I wasn't sleeping."
"You were sleeping."
"I was praying."
"Do you honestly expect me to believe that?"
"Yes."
Your conscience has really gone and died, hasn't it?
I was about to say that, but held back.
Of course, it must have been written all over my face, because Elisia glared at me before eventually looking forward again.
And exactly 30 seconds later, she leaned her head on my shoulder again.
The scent of cold roses brushed the tip of my nose.
She was this weak in the mornings, huh.
I logged a new fact about Elisia in my mind.
"Saint-nim."
"I'll just stay like this for a moment."
"We are in the middle of prayer."
"That's why you should be quiet. I'm seriously only going to stay like this for a tiny bit."
No, I'm the one in trouble here...!
I felt the gazes from our surroundings.
The archbishop and nobles were watching us much harder than they were reading the prayer text.
More accurately, they were now looking at me.
They seemed to be expecting something from me, but I can't do anything either.
And I don't feel like using my Authority for these bastards' sake anyway.
I swallowed my sigh and just left her be.
Only after the archbishop's lengthy prayer finally ended did Elisia slowly lift her head.
The silver hair resting on my shoulder slid away, softly cascading back over her chest and waist.
Having outright slept leaning against me, Elisia put on a nonchalant expression as if nothing had happened.
"Please begin the meal first, Saint-nim."
At the archbishop's words, everyone looked at Elisia.
Elisia swept her gaze across the food set on the table once.
And then spoke resolutely.
Predicting what kind of response would come out, I prepared to urge her immediately.
"I'm not eating."
"Saint-nim."
"I have no appetite."
"You must eat."
Elisia pushed the cutlery away irritably.
The silver cutlery rolled across the table and fell to the floor.
Jjaenggeurang.
The surrounding people shuddered slightly.
It must be a familiar sight to them.
Seeing as they feel fear rather than anger at this kind of behavior.
She probably already incinerated one or two of them before.
Holding back the sigh that wanted to escape, I began trying to persuade the Saint.
"At least have some soup."
"I don't want to."
"How about bread?"
"I don't want to."
"Eggs?"
"I don't want to."
"Then what will you eat?"
"Nothing."
If I starve her like this, she'll try to lop off people's heads this afternoon over a single trivial word.
For someone whose temper turns rotten when hungry, she sure hates eating meals.
I pulled the soup sitting in front of Elisia toward myself.
Then, scooping up a spoonful of soup with my spoon, I blew on it to cool it down.
Huu.
Warm steam scattered.
Elisia looked at me as if asking what on earth I was doing.
In response, I showed her with action.
I brought the spoon holding the cooled soup right in front of Elisia's mouth.
"What are you doing?"
"Please eat."
"I told you I don't want to."
"Please open your mouth."
Silence.
Every gaze around us pinned onto me.
Elisia's blue eyes narrowed in utter disbelief.
"Are you saying you're going to spoon-feed me right now? In front of all these people?"
"You won't eat on your own, after all."
"Even so...!"
"Then you should have eaten on your own."
"Rhea."
"Say ah."
Whether truly embarrassed or furious by now, divine power bloomed from Elisia's fingertips.
I quietly calculated the remaining uses of my Authority.
Since I used one this morning, there are 2 left.
Two uses remaining from now on.
But I have no intention of using it on a mere thing like this.
Honestly, you're hungry too.
Just accept it and eat.
Holding the spoon, I looked straight into Elisia's eyes.
"Please eat."
"I don't want to."
"Say ah."
Elisia slowly looked around at her surroundings.
Everyone was looking this way without even daring to breathe.
Only then did she seem to realize the situation she was put in.
A faint reddish blush crept up her pure-white face.
"Everyone's staring. Aren't you all going to cast your eyes down?"
"It'll be over once Saint-nim eats quickly. And since when did you care about what others think?"
"Are you crazy?"
When I didn't answer, Elisia shut her mouth.
And then, after glaring at me as if she wanted to kill me, she parted her lips just a tiny bit.
"Good job."
She actually eats it...?
Honestly, I, the one who fed her, was more surprised.
But without showing it on my face, I brought the spoon back to the soup bowl.
"Open your mouth."
"So annoying."
"I know."
The red lips opened again.
Every time I brought a fresh spoonful in front of her mouth, Elisia made the most humiliated face in the world, but ate it nonetheless.
Wondering if she'd eat other things as well, I tore off a small piece of bread and held it up to her mouth, and Elisia glared for a moment before accepting and eating it just like that.
'What's this.'
I was only planning to feed her soup.
She eats this too.
To Elisia, who was munching and chewing on the bread, I held out a piece of fruit as a test.
Elisia narrowed her eyes.
"What are you doing?"
"It will be sweet."
"Do you want to die?"
"Please just eat one piece."
Elisia looked at the fruit resting on my fingers.
And then, tilting her head slightly, she took it with her lips.
The red lips brushed ever so slightly against my fingertips.
Thanks to that, I flinched ever so slightly.
Wondering if she might bite me.
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing."
"Did you have weird thoughts?"
"No."
"Liar."
"Just chew what's in your mouth."
Elisia made a face showing she wasn't particularly pleased, but still chewed all the fruit.
Only then did the people attending the breakfast prayer meeting, who had been watching us, begin their meals one by one.
However, their gazes still remained fixed toward our side.
Perhaps trying to hide it in their own way, very quiet whispers could be heard.
It seemed they underestimated my physical capabilities far too much.
"Is that person the newly appointed aide?"
"So the rumor that he subdued the Saint-nim was true."
"Where on earth did that person come from?"
"He's alive even after directly spoon-feeding the Saint-nim...."
They were remarks where praise and terror coexisted.
Curiosity toward a being who could control the Saint.
Vigilance regarding not knowing where he had popped out from.
And a slight interest in my very existence.
Around the time those stares were becoming excessive, the crunching sound of something getting crushed resonated from beside me.
With an intensely displeased expression, Elisia was crumpling the fork held in her hand.
"Saint-nim?"
"What."
"That all costs money."
"Like I care."
Elisia's blue eyes were fixed on the people looking at me.
The woman who looked ready to drop dead from sleepiness moments ago now had an expression of someone completely wide awake.
"Everyone, just eat your meal. Without casting greedy eyes on what is mine."
Her cold voice weighed down upon the entire dining hall.
Everyone's gazes hurriedly returned to their food.
"If you keep treating my aide like a spectacle to gawk at."
A pure-white light bloomed from Elisia's fingertips.
Everyone must know.
That if Elisia says she'll do something, she really does it.
No, in fact, that she's a woman who does it without even giving a warning.
"I'll take it to mean you have no need for your eyes."
"Saint-nim."
"Those people were at fault first. Looking like you're some spectacle."
"You cannot gouge out their eyes just because they stared at me."
"What on earth is allowed, then?"
Elisia irritably withdrew her divine power.
And then, grabbing my hand, she stood up.
"I'm leaving, so don't block me."
"Since you finished your meal, I won't stop you."
"Great. Then let's go."
Held by Elisia's hand, I left the small chapel as if being dragged away.
In its own way, the breakfast prayer meeting was safely resolved.
"What do you plan to do now?"
"Let's take a walk."
"Then please let me go."
"What are you talking about. I have to keep watch in case there are things casting greedy eyes on you, so follow me."
"Pardon?"
Pardon?