The Unaware Harem Adventure Tale of the Strongest Enchanter ~~I Don’t Know My Companions’ Faces or Identities, but I’m Pretty Sure They’re All Guys~~ - 6. This is a consultation. Please listen.

6. 6. This is a consultation. Please listen.

The bell summoning to the church rings.

Clarissa entered the confessional as usual.

Today, too, a lost lamb visited seeking the goddess’s blessing. Just that fact alone made Clarissa feel like she could eat three loaves of bread without butter.

“Let me hear your hidden confession. The goddess will accept everything.”

“Umm~, it’s a consultation~.”

The moment she heard that voice, a deep wrinkle formed between Clarissa’s brows.

It was a voice she had heard very recently.

She could not forget the strange consultation brought by the owner of that voice, even if she tried.

The other person had already begun talking about the consultation without waiting for her response.

“I realized that to gain my companions’ trust, I needed to listen to and solve their worries. So, I began by trying to learn about their troubles through interviews.”

“I see. That’s quite a bit of progress. I can see your growth.”

“Despite doing the interviews, I didn’t learn a single thing. Rather, the mystery deepened.”

“I take that back. I don’t sense any growth at all.”

What are you doing? Listen more carefully to their troubles! Clarissa was inwardly indignant.

Her irritation naturally made her fingers tap a steady rhythm.

The man on the other side of the wall continued speaking at his own pace.

“So then, I started to think, maybe it’s wrong to try to investigate all four of them at once. Maybe I should carefully listen to each one’s troubles individually.”

“That’s a good realization.”

“Among my companions, there’s a swordsman. We’re relatively close and have known each other the longest. And since I even know his gender, I thought it might be easier to get him to open up about his worries and reveal his true nature and background.”

“You must mean Felice-san.”

“No, I don’t.”

The man on the other side of the wall immediately replied. But in Clarissa’s mind, the image of a handsome man wearing a mask appeared.

The most popular man in town. The prince on a white horse.

Women whispered in secret that he was a prince from somewhere. He was hiding his noble status behind an adventurous facade.

Of course, Clarissa had no interest in popular guys or white horse princes. She just had very good hearing and couldn’t help but overhear the women’s gossip. Still, she nodded as if to accept that she did like that face.

“I tried getting a little closer than usual and talking with the swordsman. But I couldn’t get anything resembling a personal worry out of him.”

“Are you socially awkward?”

“No. I’m normal.”

“Then why can’t you get even one worry out of him?”

“Please stop. Don’t take your anger out on me.”

*Bang.* Clarissa struck the small table before her with her fist.

This guy… is useless.

Even though he came for a consultation, there wasn’t a shred of motivation to be felt from him.

Realizing her anger was rising to her head, she exhaled with a “fuu” and somehow managed to regain her smile.

She was here as the goddess’ representative. She was here to guide lost lambs to walk a happy life. Letting emotions dictate her words was unfit for a priestess. She had to exercise self-control and live as a proper role model for the faithful. Clarissa once again tightened her resolve.

“So, you want further advice, yes?”

“Yes. At this rate, the party is going to break up.”

“I see. Then allow me to grant you your next piece of advice. This time, it’s a strategy to raise your reputation so that people naturally come to you for consultation.”

“What exactly do you mean by that?”

“The reason your companions won’t confide in you is because the problem lies with you. Abandon your self-centered thinking, help those around you, and contribute to society. If your reputation rises, naturally your companions’ trust will grow. And they’ll start thinking, ‘Maybe I can talk to this person about my troubles…’”

“Social contribution……….. I’m not good at that.”

*Bang!*

Clarissa’s anger reached its peak. And she threw open the small window with force.

The man on the other side flinched and quickly shrank back. He was shielding his face with his arms.

“Do it! If you become a proper human being, your companions will definitely come to trust you!”

“Hey, this is anonymous. Please stop.”

“Tch.”

The sister clicked her tongue, slammed the window shut, and slumped back into her chair.

“I understand. I’ll try my best.”

“Very well.”

The man exited the confessional.

Clarissa prayed to the goddess that he would never come again.