Chapter 9: Uh... I think there’s a misunderstanding, dear patron. I’m a jerk, not a psychopath
"Hehe... of course you're talking about recruitment... I always knew it, didn't I, Heiter?"
Himmel shot a knowing look at his friend, who nodded as if it were natural... quite the bastard.
If I didn't know he was a "flexible" priest in his relationship with faith, a bit like me in my past life, I would have thought he was a con artist disguised as a priest.
The goddess should select her followers more carefully.
"Why do you want two future old men later, instead of two young men right now?"
The unique atmosphere created by the duo's nonsense was refocused by the expressionless elf.
I admit, I appreciated the initiative.
"They're going to die anyway, so dedicating the rest of their time to me isn't such a high price, is it? And believe me..."
I unleash all the sacred energy I'm hiding inside me, just to make sure the message gets across.
"I am a being they will willingly follow when death comes knocking at their door due to old age."
Frieren alternated her gaze between me and my wings before stepping forward and pointing her scepter in my direction.