Rafsan led the two young women into a nearby family restaurant and gave them a relaxed smile, the kind that was easy to trust at first glance.
“Come on.
Order whatever you want.” “Huh?
Is that really okay?
Won’t we be a burden?” one of them asked, sounding genuinely unsure.
Rafsan only smiled in response.
He was still curious about how they would react if they ever discovered that he was actually a devil.
Since the two girls knew very little about modern society, they had originally intended to order only one meal and one drink each.
But the moment they saw the menu, that plan began to crumble.
The pages were filled with bright pictures of dishes that looked far better than anything they had imagined, and deciding on just one or two items suddenly felt impossible.
Their eyes moved over the menu again and again, stopping on one item before drifting to another.
They looked almost overwhelmed, like people trying to choose from a treasure chest after going hungry for far too long.
Without realizing it, both of them swallowed as their mouths watered.
Still, could anyone really blame them?
A string of bad luck had left them with no money, and they had not eaten a proper meal in quite some time.
Hunger had a way of making even the simplest choices feel difficult, and in their case, the temptation was made worse by the sight of food that looked warm, rich, and satisfying.
Noticing their hesitation, Rafsan decided to order for them.
He started naming dish after dish in a calm voice, not even pausing long enough to check whether he had gone too far.
The more he spoke, the wider the two girls’ eyes became.
They stared at him in disbelief, clearly unable to understand why a stranger would order so much for people he had just met.
What was this?
Had they accidentally met some wealthy young master?
Whatever the reason, their shock slowly gave way to gratitude.
At the very least, they no longer had to worry about going hungry.
“What’s wrong?” Rafsan asked when he noticed their strange expressions.
“N-No…
those dishes aren’t cheap,” one of them said awkwardly.
“Y-Yeah.
They’re really expensive,” the other added, still staring at the food he had ordered as though it might vanish if she looked away.
That was exactly why they had hesitated.
As servants of God, they lived modestly and avoided unnecessary luxuries.
Even if they were hungry, they were not used to accepting such generous treatment without feeling a little guilty about it.
“I understand,” Rafsan said with a small nod.
The menu displayed pictures, names, and descriptions of every dish.
Just from looking at it, they could already imagine how each one would taste, and that only made their hesitation more understandable.
“I probably won’t be able to finish all of this,” Rafsan said.
“Can you help me?” “Yes!
Leave it to us!” “We’ll help!” Their answer came immediately, almost too quickly, as if they were afraid he might change his mind.
For them, helping others was part of their duty—especially someone who had kindly come to their aid when they had no way to repay him.
“Ah, God, please bless this gentleman.” Rafsan’s face twitched slightly.
“Ahem…” One of them raised her cross in prayer.
The other made the sign of the cross and quietly joined in.
Rafsan felt a faint tingling sensation in his head, but it disappeared almost instantly.
It was unpleasant enough to notice, though not strong enough to make him react openly.
He kept his expression calm anyway, not wanting to reveal too much.
After finishing their prayer, the two removed their white hooded robes.
Rafsan blinked.
They were beautiful.
One had chin-length blue hair with a green-dyed fringe on the right side and dark golden eyes.
The other had long chestnut hair tied into twin tails with blue scrunchies and striking violet eyes.
The robes had hidden their figures until now, but without them, it was easy to see that both girls had well-developed physiques.
Looking at them, Rafsan couldn’t help but think that the Church was not as poor as he had assumed.
Then again, it was not an unreasonable misunderstanding.
The first time he met them, they had been asking people for donations.
From the outside, that alone made them seem like the kind of girls who barely had enough to get by.
If they had plenty of money, why would they be walking around asking strangers for charity?
As for their appearance, Rafsan didn’t think too deeply about it at first.
Who didn’t appreciate beautiful women?
“W-What?” “Is something wrong?
Why are you looking at us like that?” His gaze wasn’t unpleasant, but it felt strange enough to make the chestnut-haired girl uneasy.
She had the distinct feeling that he was looking at them like some kind of unusual creature, as though he were trying to figure out what they were supposed to be.
“Are you two doing cosplay or something?” Rafsan asked.
“What are you supposed to be?
Nuns?” “We’re not cosplayers.” “We’re exorcists.” “That’s right.
We hunt devils, fallen angels, vampires, and other evil beings that threaten humanity.” Rafsan looked at them for a moment, then glanced toward the large shape hidden beneath the blue-haired girl’s robe.
“Then the huge thing behind you is…?” “Oh, this?” The blue-haired girl gently patted the massive object hidden beneath her robe.
“It’s my sword.” “I use it to destroy evil.” Rafsan blinked once, then nodded slowly.
“I see…
I see.” He had confirmed that they were both idiots.
Still, he wasn’t especially surprised.
From what he could tell, they spent nearly all their time training or hunting supernatural creatures.
With that kind of lifestyle, and with the Church constantly short on manpower, when would they have had the chance to learn common sense?
Unfortunately, his reaction meant something completely different to them.
“Ah…
you don’t believe us, do you?” the chestnut-haired girl asked, sounding offended.
“Should we show you the power of this sword?” the blue-haired girl added, looking ready to prove herself immediately.
The two girls looked prepared to take action at any moment.
“Okay, okay.” Why did troublesome situations always seem to find him?
“You know,” Rafsan said, “carrying a weapon like that in public is illegal in this country.” The two girls froze.
“You may work for the Church as exorcists, but ordinary people—and the police—don’t know that,” he continued, pointing toward the sword hidden beneath the robe.
“Do you want to get arrested and thrown in jail?” The girls immediately shook their heads.
“Do you want the Church’s reputation to suffer because of your actions?” “…We’re sorry.” The two lowered their heads.
Even though he was scolding them, they could tell he meant well.
More than that, his tone made it clear that he was not trying to embarrass them—he was genuinely warning them.
That realization made them feel even worse about their carelessness.
Rafsan opened his mouth to say something else before stopping himself.
After all…
Why was a devil lecturing the servants of God?
As the two girls devoured their meals with all their might, trying hard to satisfy the hunger that had been bothering them for so long, Rafsan calmly sipped his cola and occasionally ate a few fries while watching them.
Now that their robes were off, he noticed that the bodysuits beneath them were far more revealing than he had expected.
The exposed, healthy thighs and the curves outlined beneath the fabric were difficult to ignore.
As a devil, a small part of him couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to corrupt such holy women and drag them into Hell.
Still, he wasn’t unique in that regard.
Watching a holy being stain themselves black and willingly fall into depravity was a temptation many devils found irresistible.
Of course, there were always a few oddballs who didn’t think that way.
Then again, wasn’t that normal?
Just as there were humans more evil than devils, there were also devils kinder than saints.
“Oh…
we never asked your name.” The blue-haired girl looked at Rafsan curiously.
The chestnut-haired girl also turned toward him.
Although they found him rather peculiar, they realized how rude they had been for not introducing themselves first.
“My name is Irina Shidou.” “And I’m Xenovia Quarta.” After introducing themselves, the two waited expectantly for his answer.
Rafsan raised an eyebrow.
I can’t tell them my devil name.
I’ll just use the name from my previous life.
“My name is Rafsan Jobair.” “I’ll remember it!” “Um…
I won’t forget it either!” “No need to take it so seriously.” Rafsan smiled awkwardly.
You’d be better off forgetting it.
I’m a devil, after all.
“Still,” Rafsan said, “since you’re exorcists, are you here to hunt some evil being or something?” “No.” “We’re here to retrieve Excalibur.” “…” Rafsan fell silent.
“Xenovia!” Irina puffed out her cheeks in annoyance.
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