Profession, Merchant Volume 9 Chapter 5 (Patreon)

Finale – The Priestess’s Execution V

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I just had a once-in-a-lifetime experience today.


That is, waking up while wide awake.


As the memories flashed before my eyes, they formed an ego, ‘me’, in my consciousness, and the more I ruminated on these memories, which I did simultaneously, these thoughts as ‘me’ became clearer and clearer.


Strangely enough, I knew that this ‘ego’ was the same ‘I’.


To be more precise, it was the memories of ‘I (Amnesiac)’ merging, harmonizing, and reconciling with ‘I (Merchant)’ as ‘I (The Current)’ almost without any unnaturalness.


At the same time, my head became so active that I thought it would burn out.


It was as if the memories of all the experiences I had had from the birth of my consciousness to the present day were instantly rushing through my mind.


And it was as if even the memories that had been locked away in the depths of my mind were being forcibly expelled.


I wept.


Aaah, what a dishonorable life I have led so far.


I peeped into my senior’s bath and snuck a pair of her panties.


I took advantage when I had the chance when I met the female warrior and the holy knight, l and made them to become indebted to me, and although I didn’t say anything about it, I did it openly in my actions.


And the part where I went to Newland when I was captured, I actually thought, “Woohoo lucky” or something like that, hiding the joy in seeing the demon lord and her secretary being terribly addicted to my sperm.


On top of all that, sneaking into a girls’ school dressed as a woman and fucking them in a threesome after school?


Could it be that I’m a lecher?


A pervert, maybe?


No, no, no, there’s no way!


I told myself, but the whirlpool of memories made me ruminate on numerous lascivious acts.


It’s like blushing over the poor quality of the novels I wrote when I was a child, but this time, I can’t allow myself to turn away from them.


I am ashamed.


What an embarrassment I am.


Perhaps everyone around me, except myself, has already realized that I’m a lecher.


I can’t stop thinking about it.


Give me a break.


I try to avoid this demonic spell of the priestess (kiss), who is sucking on my lips again whilst fiddling with my brain before I know it.


But I can’t move.


What, what am I missing?


The moment I asked myself this, images of the female hero, my ‘boss’ father, and a silver-haired little girl appeared in my mind and mumbled something to me.


Then, the figure of the little girl and the figure of the priestess, whose slender shoulders were hunched in front of me, overlapped and became one, and it was only then when my body was released under the blue sky, and our lips parted.


“Priestess…”


I gaze for a moment at her hair, fluttering like a dried sheet.


“Come, go now. Take care of those drawer contents for me.”


The priestess turns her sharp eyes away.


“Hey! The priestess is being untied from the crucifix!”


“Oh God, we can’t let her get away!”


Some of the crowd seemed to have noticed something unusual in front of the cross.


They shouted at us, but most of them were still blinded by the ongoing battle between the hero and the demon lord, so their attention was not focused.


However, there are a few dozen oddballs who have taken their eyes off the decisive battle of the century and are now paying attention to us.


“Hmm, who’s that in the maid’s uniform?”


“Maybe she’s trying to help the priestess?”


“That’s inexcusable! Then she must be a lackey with a vested interest in the church!”


It was only the first time they had seen me, and they were already assuming and even declaring my existence to be a bad thing.


What’s worse is that if this goes on, I’ll be in danger of being accused of a crime as well.


You’ve got to be kidding me.


Although I should feel complete now that I have all my post-amnesia memories and my merchant and childhood memories, the feeling I have right now is the same as the extreme situation I had right after falling from the Pegasus and splashing piss all over the sky.


What a stupid and annoying thing for the ‘me’ who has lost his memory to do, i.e., to involve this ‘me’ in the crime of another ‘me’.


No, just no, no, no.


I must quickly say, ‘This person has nothing to do with me,’ and leave this place.


“This person has nothing to do with me!”


But before I could even move my tongue, the priestess had already shouted.


“The nail came off spontaneously. Yes, this person was kind enough to try to hammer the nail back in.”


I appreciate you covering for me, priestess, but just how many people would be stupid enough to believe that…


“I see. Well, she’s a maid, after all.”


“Yes, yes. There is no such thing as a bad maid.”


“I’m sorry I doubted you, Miss Maid.”


They were all… idiots.


Well, I guess it’s a blessing in disguise. It means I won’t be in any more danger.


“Now get on with it and nail me back.”


“Yes, yes. Just as the priestess said, put those hard nails back into those white, thin wrists…”


“Then leave.”


I must leave this execution site as soon as possible.


Good God, it’s not worth it.


The reason I came back to Andersen in the first place was because I was afraid that the situation in the country would escalate into chaos and the order for the magic ore would be lost.


“Hey, you! What are you doing? Hey!”


If the priestess was executed, the political situation in Andersen would be thrown into turmoil and, with it, the orders for the magic ores.


With the minister already down and out, the priestess was my only ace in the hole for proper implementation, and it would all go up in smoke if my only remaining support was removed from the game.


“Let me go! You’ll be blamed, too! Let go!”


That’s why.


I have to get her the hell out of here… eh, what?


Yes. The next thing I knew, I was holding the priestess in my arms.


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