The Mob Priest Will Raise the Heroine

Chapter 260

Leaving Eric and the others behind, Clael and his group headed toward the table lined with food.

"Um... you're the Saint, aren't you?"

"Ah, Lady Reina Laurel. It is an honor to meet you...!"

Clael and his group were eating from the buffet-style dishes, but... gradually, people began to approach them.

All of them were party guests—local influencers and nobles who had accompanied Eric and the others.

"Would you mind telling us your story?"

"That dress of yours is absolutely lovely."

"You're truly beautiful... so divine...!"

The people gathering around all seemed to be trying to cozy up to Reina.

The Saint in the spotlight. A young woman of unmatched beauty—everyone seemed captivated by her presence.

"Could it be... are you Saint Burn?"

"You're the one recognized as the guardian saint of education, right?"

And then... surprisingly, there were quite a few people who approached Clael as well.

Clael had also recently become known as a prominent figure in the shrine.

Whatever their intentions were, people were starting to gather around him.

(I mean... this kind of thing is unexpectedly troublesome.)

Though born into a marquis family, he was still just the fifth son. Honestly, it felt uncomfortable.

"My apologies. I'm here in a private capacity today."

Reina deftly handled the situation, smoothly avoiding the people trying to get close to her.

"If you have business with me, please come to the Grand Shrine in the royal capital. We can talk properly then."

"Oh no... at least let us talk a little..."

"I'm sorry... I'm actually traveling right now. But if there's another chance, I promise..."

"Ugh..."

When Reina said this with a slightly lowered brow, the people gathering around her fell silent.

Seeing Reina look troubled made them feel as if they were doing something wrong.

(Impressive... she's already gotten so used to handling people.)

It must be thanks to her interactions with many people at the academy and the Grand Shrine.

She understood how others viewed her and had learned how to use that to her advantage.

Reina's communication skills had definitely improved compared to before. Perhaps even more than Clael, who was older than her.

"She really is something else. I need to learn from her..."

"Ah, you're Clael Byrne, aren't you? If you don't mind, how about a drink together?"

As Clael was admiring her, a woman approached him.

She was wearing a dress with an overly low neckline, and she kept glancing up at him as if trying to seduce him.

Her chest, quite bouncy in size, jiggled provocatively as she tried to bait Clael.

"I've booked a room at this hotel. Why don't we continue drinking there?"

(Ah... one of those types. Rare.)

Clael was both a teacher and a prominent figure recognized as a Saint.

Occasionally, he'd be targeted by these kinds of honey traps.

Whether it was for money, power, or to get to Reina through Clael—there were various motives, but seductive women would sometimes approach him.

(I do want to get married someday, but something this blatant... besides, they always disappear the moment I turn them down, and I've never been hit on repeatedly by the same person, so... they're probably not that serious about it.)

"My apologies. I'm supervising students today, so maybe another time...!?"

Just as he began to decline, Clael suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

It was as if someone had dropped ice down his back.

He turned around in a panic—and there was Reina, smiling sweetly.

"Mr. Clael, this roast beef was absolutely delicious. You should try some."

"Ah, ahh... of course. Thank you."

Reina held out a plate with the meat dish.

Tilting his head in confusion over the sudden chill, Clael accepted the plate.

"Ah, my apologies. About that earlier offer..."

Then... as he tried once more to turn down the honey trap, Clael blinked in surprise.

When he turned around, plate of roast beef in hand, the woman in the dress who had been there moments ago had vanished.

"Huh... where did she go?"

"Mr. Clael, is something wrong?"

"No... I could've sworn there was a woman here just now..."

"A woman...? I didn't notice anyone. Was there someone here?"

Reina tilted her head curiously.

Maybe it was just his imagination, though it felt far too vivid for a daydream.

"Mr. Clael. This wine is delicious—you should try it!"

"Mr. Yurii, you're drinking too much."

"Uwaa... my head's spinning. I feel so good~"

"Good grief... for the chaperoning teacher to be like this, we'll never be able to face the students."

Clael felt a little spooked, wondering if he'd just seen a ghost, but he decided not to dwell on it and refocused on his meal.