Disciplinary Priest, Part Two

"If you're that hungry, why don't you come try me?" the girl seated at the back spoke up. "As long as you can defeat me."

"...Please spare me, sis. I want to live a few more years. You should go pick a fight with the captain instead. I really can't take it."

Medis sat there in despair, listening to the two men and one woman chat about all sorts of things. On the surface, they were interrogating him, but they had not let him say a word at all. The burly man had started off with a barrage of punches, and Medis felt as though every bone in his body had been broken.

As for the boy and girl, they merely watched the man beat up the old man while chatting about other matters nearby.

Medis was a priest, an unlucky priest whose life had not gone particularly well. He had trained at the Grand Temple in Holy City Vantis, and his first posting had been at a church in the Holy City.

His future had once seemed infinitely bright—Medis had even believed that one day, he might become the Cardinal of the Grand Temple. But some problems had arisen, and he had been expelled and transferred to this remote little church, where he had remained a priest for forty years.

By now, all his former ambitions had long since faded. He had resolved to spend the rest of his life in this small town. Having served as a priest for so many years, everyone in town knew him. He had watched quite a few people grow up, and the children called him "kind grandpa" outside the church.

Logically, a respected priest in such a remote town should not have run into any trouble. But tonight, everything had changed. These