Pastor's Tantra

Black ribbons have already been hung on the treetops.

Dimit was extremely excited when he received the notification from the Palace of Silver and Tin.

His fingers couldn't help but tremble, and he repeatedly stroked his precious camera on the carriage, making it squirm like a thorn under his buttocks.

He is a reporter from the Glass Steps newspaper.

Two months ago, he was at the scene when Aiwass bravely fought against the ferocious Abnormal Limb Demon at the awarding ceremony of the Order of the Holy Sword.

To be more precise.

He was the reporter who was obsessed with filming the demon because of the intense fear when it appeared. He was also the one who finally took photos of Aiwass and Gordon after they defeated the demons.

Gordon's armor was tattered, and his helmet fell off, revealing his stoic face full of sweat and stains; Aiwass, who was sitting in a slightly deformed wheelchair, had blood soaking from his chest, and the Medal of the Holy Sword pinned to his chest was His own blood dyed red, shining like ruby ​​in the sunset——

It became the best photo he ever took in his life.

From then on, he no longer simply worked as a photographer, but became a special reporter for the "Glass Steps Newspaper".

It can be said that that photo changed his destiny.

And to put it more deeply, it is because of Aiwass that he is what he is today.

The benefactor who saved his life and brought his life and career to a higher level.

——Unlike those who only know Aiwass from newspapers and therefore like to point fingers at the too-young "Minister Moriarty," reporter Dimit admires Aiwass very much.

Because he was really there the whole time.

The demon emerged from that man's body right in front of Dimitar - he knew how terrifying that twisted and ferocious demon was, and how frightening the fear that completely paralyzed the brain was.

It was definitely not a horror that could be summarized by a static photo. Not to mention, the horrific photo he took of "a demon tearing apart a human body and crawling out" did not pass the editor's review and was published in the newspaper.

And in the face of that kind of devil, as a disabled person with limited mobility, he can muster the courage to fight for others even though he can be escorted and safely evacuated. This kind of bravery and perseverance is comparable to that of those knights. The old man is much stronger!

If he doesn't want to be a knight, who will?

Because of this, every time he talks with colleagues in the newspaper office, or hears someone making critical comments about Aiwass when going out for interviews, Dimit can't help but go over and say a few words for Aiwass.

There is no doubt that reporter Dimit is Aiwass Moriarty's number one fan!

Perhaps such a reputation has reached the ears of Aiwass himself...

Today, when reporter Dimit was getting ready to get off work, he suddenly received a notice from the editor-in-chief.

It is said that Awas Moriarty, the new minister without charge and a close confidant of Queen Isabel, plans to be interviewed. And he was named—the reporter who had taken photos of himself at the investiture ceremony.

The newspaper didn't dare to neglect and immediately sent Dimitre out. But in fact, even if the editor-in-chief did not forcefully ask him and Aiwass did not ask him to come over by name, Dimit himself would ask the editor-in-chief to give him this opportunity.

The agreed-upon interview location was not too far from the newspaper office, in the White Queen District. But they still took the carriage - walking on foot was still too lazy, and there was a possibility of sweating, which would be too rude.

Dimitar walked carefully into the appointed restaurant wearing his best clothes, holding a notebook and pen.

This is a restaurant opened by the owner of Iris. The reviews are very high and the price is also very high.

Not far next door is the villa area where the knights in the Round Table Hall live. Several ministers live within 500 meters nearby, and there are white-feathered griffons and arbitration officers from the Arbitration Hall patrolling the area day and night.

As an interview, it is best to ask for a photo of the other person.

But Dimit did not dare to directly meet Minister Moriarty with the spotlight, because that might disturb Aiwass and make him unhappy. So he simply put the camera, camera stand and spotlight, along with his tall and clumsy photography assistant, outside the hotel.

If you have a good chat, you might be able to take a photo when they leave.

Dimitar didn't recognize the name of this restaurant - its name was in the language of fleur-de-lis, and there was no translation written below it. Dimit only went to elementary school, and then came to work on Glass Island.

But this time it was Aiwass who invited him to dinner. He worried that his disgrace would affect Aiwass.

He had already made up his mind that he only wanted the cheapest dish. No need to drink either. It might be embarrassing if you drink too much, and it might stain Aiwass' clothes or carpet.

However, he still felt uneasy when he saw the interior decoration.

This short young man wearing a beret stood at the door of the restaurant, looking at the soft wool carpet on the floor in the room, looking so embarrassed.

He stood at the door and wiped his shoes on the mat repeatedly before he dared to walk in. The waiter at the door didn't have any questions about his clothes and behavior. It was obvious that Aiwass had already told him.

The waiters maintained a respectful and courteous attitude towards him and led the young reporter into a private room on the second floor.

As soon as he entered the door, Dimit smelled the rich and fragrant aroma of food in the house.

He sniffed his nose subconsciously, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and he swallowed silently.

He recognized Aiwass immediately.

At this moment, Aiwass was sitting at the table, facing him.

There was only one person in the room, but the table was filled with dishes. There were no waiters or servants.

This is obviously unreasonable.

Generally speaking, distinguished guests like Minister Moriarty must bring an entourage with them when they go out. Even if his elf butler is not on the glass island for the time being, he should still bring his personal maid with him. And there should always be some waiters in the house...

A bit of cool breeze blew in when the door opened. Aiwass raised his head and saw Dimit who was standing at the door and didn't dare to come in.

The smile on Aiwass's face was particularly friendly. He stretched out his hand and pointed in front of him: "Please sit down, Mr. Dimit."

"...Yes, Minister Moriarty."

Dimit walked in the door cautiously and sat down hesitantly.

Before he could ask questions, Aiwass smiled and said: "I thought you might be nervous, so I asked them not to stay here.

"All the dishes have been served. I'm sorry I didn't ask you what you wanted to eat. But I think the dishes I ordered are quite a lot. It might get cold if you don't eat them, so eat them quickly."

Is everything ready?

Dimitar picked up the knife and fork and asked in a low voice: "I heard that when ministers eat, they always like to serve one dish after another..."

"Is such that."

Aiwass nodded: "The dishes in the Palace of Silver and Tin will not be served too much at one time. If they are not enough or are cold, they will be removed and replaced with another table. This custom comes from the iris flower. According to this According to the rules of the restaurant, in order to maintain the flavor of the food, they usually serve it one dish at a time.”

The reporter was a little curious: "Then this is..."

"It's very simple."

Aiwass' eyes were deep: "Because I am the rule."

Those words silenced the young reporter immediately.

Looking at him as if he was startled, Aiwass laughed: "You're kidding. In fact, I roughly guessed the time you would come over, so I asked the waiter to deliver all the dishes at the designated time - look , still warm.

"This way you can eat while sitting down, and you won't be too nervous. You don't know how to start the conversation, and you don't have to look at me to say a word. If we sit across from each other, wouldn't it be as painful for you as if you were in jail?

"Eat quickly. Otherwise it will be a waste if the food gets cold."

Aiwass urged.

Seeing Dimitte looking at a table full of dishes and not knowing where to start, he introduced him: "I recommend this. Grilled crab, crab mousse with caviar and sweet corn. Wait until the crab meat is cold. It doesn’t taste good.”

"……Oh well!"

Dimit subconsciously obeyed Aiwass's suggestion.

The delicious crab mousse captured his heart instantly. He wanted to swallow in large gulps, but he was worried that he would appear too rude in front of Aiwass.

“Then try this, roasted squab. And this, smoked beef tenderloin, beef heart with mushroom sauce.”

While Dimit was still reserved, Aiwass just continued to recommend food to him enthusiastically. It was so much that I couldn't finish it quickly. And Dimit had no time to think about anything else. He even forgot that he was here for an interview. He could only concentrate on eating the food that had become lukewarm, hoping to eat it before it became cold - at least not to waste it. food.

Seeing the young man falling into the distress of happiness, Aiwass, who was actually seven or eight years younger than Dimit, just smiled and swallowed the food with the same hearty mouth.