Rising from the Slum City of Reincarnation in Another World ~ Gathering, Hunting, and Living a Slow Life by Eating - Chapter 77

Rising from the Slum City of Reincarnation in Another World ~ Gathering, Hunting, and Living a Slow Life by Eating

Chapter 77   Raffalier Church

It’s Monday afternoon.

Since it’s a weekday afternoon, it’s Café Elfir’s day.

We decided to take turns having a day off since having Gid-san plus the four of us during the weekday isn’t necessary.

Only Lania and I can handle the ice, so when we came back during lunchtime, we made sure to stock it in barrels. If things don’t get too chaotic, it should last until evening.

Ever since the opening day, the café has been booming because it’s affordable, and there wasn’t much of a café culture to begin with.

Since there isn’t a culture of taking long breaks, most people come in, have a drink, and quickly leave.

There aren’t many ways to pass the time since there are no paperback books, televisions, smartphones, or computers.

When a few Madams come in, they finish their cold tea and without engaging in much conversation, they move on to their next destination.

According to Melun-san and Gid-san, the culture of tea parties is only for the upper class and nobility.

In the first place, there is no point in aimlessly chatting at the café.

Except for taverns, of course.

Our place is not a tavern, and there are no girls here.

By girls, I mean those who work at night, the so-called water trade.

“Then today, Ciel and I will take our day off.”

“Take care. Meow.”

“Yes, take care.”

Minya and Lania see us off with calm expressions, just like any other day. It feels somewhat strange.

In the past, Minya would always stick to me and never leave my side. But even on the first day of Ed’s poop one-week battle, Minya went to play with Lania.

Perhaps there has been a change in Minya’s mindset, and she has started playing with Lania more frequently. It can be considered growth, and that’s a good thing.

“Now, where do you want to go?”

“Mew… The church. The Raffalier Church. I want to report to God and express my gratitude for meeting Ed-kun and everyone.”

“I see.”

So Ciel is also a follower of the Raffalier Church. Well, I think almost everyone in this country is a follower, but it’s not necessarily the case in rural areas.

In the village, there are instances where they worship unique religions or local spirits.

In the city, there is no freedom of faith, but as long as it’s done outside the town, there shouldn’t be any problems.

Basically, as long as it doesn’t get exposed, it’s fine.

I also had the intention of visiting the church at some point. It seems like the perfect opportunity.

“Meow, mya-miya, mya-miya, mya-mya♪”

For some reason, she’s singing a song using meowing sounds instead of her voice. Today, my weapons are inside my item box.

It must be some kind of rule that girls know songs that I’m not familiar with. It’s a mystery, considering I see her as quite knowledgeable.

Girls must have their own network among themselves, where they share their unique songs and such.

By the way, we’re holding hands and happily swinging them around, of course. She’s like a child. She actually is a child.

It’s unusual today that Minya isn’t sticking close to the opposite side.

“Is it this way?”

We continue along the road.

The church is located close to our house.

It’s a fact that the sound of its bells is often loud, so it’s definitely nearby.

As we proceed through the back streets, we emerge onto the main street.

We can already see it.

With its tall bell tower, it’s unmistakably the church.

It’s also called the Bell Tower.

“It’s a huge building, meow.”

“Yeah.”

We both look up.

Even from here, it’s quite tall.

Impressive architectural skills must have been required.

To construct such a horizontally balanced structure with stone, it would have taken considerable technical prowess.

One can only imagine the power behind it.

It gives off an image of a majestic white tower.

The bell towers in the capital or any other holy city must be even taller.

“I’ve always admired the city, and I’m so happy, meow.”

“I see. I’m glad for you.”

“Yes.”

Ciel’s smile is radiant.

But it seems like she’s also thinking about her family back home, as tears well up in her eyes.

She quickly rubs her eyes to hide it, trying to play it off.

“I ended up running away…”

“Yeah.”

“I wonder if my mom and the others are able to have meals.”

As a tomato farmer, they would profit if their tomatoes sold well.

The problem is, if they don’t cultivate enough for their own consumption and all the tomatoes are wiped out, they’ll be in trouble.

Many farmers operate under the assumption of self-sufficiency.

They offset their food expenses and manage to get by somehow.

But from what I’ve heard, it seems like they rely on tomato sales.

“What if we send them money?”

“Send money?”

“Yeah. We can send money to your family, just like delivering a letter.”

“Really, meow?”

Hmm, isn’t sending money a common thing?

Come to think of it, letters weren’t common among commoners; they were mostly for nobles and merchants.

Due to my knowledge from my past life, my common sense might be wrong or distorted at times.

If I recall correctly, my mother, Tomaria, mentioned that they do it at the Adventurers’ Guild.

It seems like a minor service, though.

If there’s a church, they might have a similar service between churches.

But I wonder if there’s a church in the village.

“Hey, was there an Adventurers’ Guild or a Raffalier Church in the village?”

“There’s no guild. But there is a church, meow.”

“I see. Then let’s send the money through the church.”

“Got it!”

Now, we finally arrived at the mentioned church.

It’s built with selected white stones.

It has a different feel from marble, something else altogether. I wonder what it is.

It gives off the impression that they chose white stones from the ones available in this region.

The slight variation in the stones combines like a mosaic, creating a unique pattern.

The plaque at the entrance read “Raffalier Church, Trieste Branch.”

I’m happy that I can read the words now.

This must be the sign that got blown away by that pseudo-typhoon.

As we enter, the light pours in through the windows, creating a mystical atmosphere.

It reminds me a little of Minya’s blessings.

On the left and right are long pews for the mass.

In the center is an aisle.

At the end of the aisle, there is a lectern, where the priest spreads open the Bible to deliver his sermon.

In the back, there is an altar. Above it, there is a stained glass window. On the altar, there is a white statue of Lady Raffalier.

On the sides, there are mysterious decorations and wooden structures with fruits offered as offerings.