Are you guys going to play me together?

I just found out now that even bragging needs a license!

All this time, I’ve been trying to become the “big villain” and hug the protagonist’s thigh to avoid dying like a cannon fodder.

Finally, thanks to Kefeier guiding me and explaining things, I’ve learned a little about what it means to be a “legitimate priest.”

Unlike my previous behavior as a brown-nosing charlatan, real priests have a fixed quota and must go through fierce “competition” to be chosen.

But once you get that license, it’s like landing a government job with lifelong security.

You can open a faith-related shop of your own.

You can serve at a church and admire busty nun ladies.

And of course, you can act as an “advisor” to wealthy elites—what Kefeier wants me to be falls into that last category.

In reality, it’s still just being a lackey—but at least “private priest” sounds way cooler.

And it’s my only way to “legally hug her thigh” right now!

After bringing me to the local church in town, Kefeier covered her face with her hand as if she was terrified someone might recognize her.

Then she just dumped me there.

“This is the church in the territory town.”

“There are countless people across the kingdom trying different tricks every day to get a priest’s license, but most of them are just muddling through.”

“If you’ve really ‘turned over a new leaf,’ I believe that someone as infamous as you still wouldn’t fail to earn a priest’s license.”

“What about you?”

I felt like a pitiful wife when I said that, but hey—survival first.

Hugging the protagonist’s thigh isn’t shameful at all.

“I… need to prepare something. I plan to live here for a while.”

A shadow briefly crossed Kefeier’s face.

“Why are you asking so many questions?! Get going already!”

With that, she shoved me forward and disappeared into the crowd.

If I chased her now, I’d really be a pathetic loser.

Since she’s already given me the green light to “hug her thigh,” then…

It’s time to show her what kind of “skills” the infamous priest Oujilide really has.

I took a step forward and entered the local church in this territory.

In this world’s storyline, I once fabricated a vague, mysterious goddess that people worshipped.

That’s how I became a charlatan—spewing nonsense under banners like “the goddess’s prophecy.”

Which is exactly why “legitimate priests” are in such high demand.

I mean, if you can get a cushy job just by flapping your lips, who wouldn’t want in?

Sure enough, inside this church, I didn’t see any serious-looking white-bearded grandpas.

Nor did I see any voluptuous nun ladies whose robes couldn’t contain their mountains.

What I saw was… people. People. People!

“Come, come, priest applicants, this way!”

“Priest! I’ve been poor since birth, my parents are dead, and I have a baby sister to feed, but I’ve always dreamed of becoming a priest, I just wonder if—”

“G.U.N! Get lost! I’ve seen your sob stories a thousand times!”

A short, chubby man in staff uniform shouted on his tiptoes, clearly used to scenes like this.

His voice was full of irritation.

The grand church felt more like a chaotic marketplace.

Isn’t this just a giant interview fair!?

The surging crowd behind me, like a swarm of death reapers eager to apply, shoved me hard.

Before I could educate that rude kid about manners—like not cutting in line or fighting—I caught sight of a familiar-looking figure.

That figure had just confronted the poor guy who almost knocked me over.

Dressed head to toe in ridiculously flashy gold fabrics.

Flanked by two obvious lackeys.

Looking not like a job applicant but a pompous leader inspecting the troops…

Isn’t that the town lord’s son from yesterday?

That background character… no—Long·Tao’er (aka “Dragon Extra”).

A guy whose only “dragon” attribute is in his name, and even in the script he’s just filler.

I saw him grab the eager applicant from before, but since he lacked strength, he could only give the guy a shove forward.

“Where do you think you’re going, you broke rat? Coming here to drag your whole family down?”

Once the poor kid realized who he was dealing with, he trembled and bowed his head in apology.

“S-sorry…”

“Sorry? That’s it?”

“I prepared this outfit especially for today’s priest interview.”

“Even if you didn’t tear it, just scuffing the color a bit—there’s no way a guy like you could ever afford to pay for the damage!”

Longtao’er scoffed disdainfully.

His eyes weren’t just glaring at the poor kid—but sweeping over all the other applicants nearby.

“Hmph. A bunch of poor folk gambling on luck, dreaming of being priests?”

“Go jump off a cliff and try again next life.”

“You two, get this lowlife out of here—he’s ruining my interview mood.”

Before he even finished speaking, his two goons were already punching and kicking the poor guy out the door.

In an instant, the noisy church went dead silent.

Many people, recognizing Longtao’er’s identity, quietly slinked away.

Watching it all, Longtao’er smugly nodded to himself—as if the world was his oyster.

It’s not that I was scared and didn’t step in earlier.

It’s just… when I saw how familiar this whole scenario felt, a bad feeling started creeping up my spine.

From my perspective: the fact that the poor guy got kicked out early might actually be a good thing.

Because…

Despite Longtao’er’s bluster, the church’s priest—who was also the examiner—didn’t say a word to stop it.

He even threw a fawning smile Longtao’er’s way, like he was saying, “It’s all my fault for letting poor people in.”

Don’t tell me this whole priest interview was a setup!

That Longtao’er teamed up with the priest and they’ve planned this whole show!?

“Ahem, ahem! There was a little… unpleasantness just now!”

“Someone that rude could never become a priest!”

“Now then, everyone else—let’s begin the final round of interviews and evaluations for this period’s only priest license!”

As the short, fat priest exchanged knowing glances with Longtao’er while announcing the start of the exam…

I had already read through Longtao’er’s “script” in my head.

[Longtao’er secretly colluded with the church to learn the exam contents in advance, allowing him to secure the only priest license available in this period!]

Damn it!

This is straight-up corruption!