Chubby Wisdom - or 'The wisdom of Bastardery giving hope to weak-minded morons in a fantasy world of Reverse Sexual Morality' (Redeemed Ugly Bastard Isekai in a Fantasy World)
The life of a Holy Man is one of dedication and understanding.
Notions such as traditions, troubles, and moral qualms can exert the duties and rights a priest should abide to for the sake of just and warranted wisdom and openness.
To many, the call comes as early as the beginning of highschool, but… My case is a bit anomalous to begin with. I wouldn't say I was born pious, but I was taught to be humble in a moment in my life when I felt on top of the game but was, truth be told, scraping the barrel to find enjoyment I could no longer appreciate.
Emptiness came in such a hideous way that change was radical and my weakness turned into a chance to learn to be a better man while still understanding life itself within the lenses of someone that had been a bad monster and now a pious entity.
My name is Takao, Father Takao at that. I have been a Catholic Priest for two years, and a 'Good Faith Priest' for just a month. While my initiation to priesthood was turbulent and, to an extent, illegal due to how it happened, my current vocation of 'Good Faith' was one that defied the norms altogether.
To put it as bluntly as possible, I was 'victim' of an isekai situation. One day I was tending the lone garden of the small church I was entrusted by the former priest, and I suddenly got whisked away in a completely different world where modernity is not a thing. Magic exists, mythical creatures were also a pain in the butt for adventurers and knights alike and… the kind 'hag' that took me in was the old priestess of the humble hamlet known as 'Ilford'.
She was… unsure about me. She could 'tell' I was a man that had sinned carnally and I have to admit that I confessed to such shame. I wouldn't say I hated my past, but I found it nasty enough to think of the many sleepless nights spent trying to make sense of my life.
I was middle-aged, I was without a family, without genuine achievements. I was nothing… but a priest. There was something fitting in that bitter reality- I knew this was the best I could deserve.
And even in this isekai, which reminded me of brats who got cucked by yours truly in past years wasting time with their poor girlfriends about being little beta nerds, I felt no reason to 'embark on a big journey'. It would be pointless and… I took in to become a priest there too.
Much to my surprise, I wasn't expected to serve a deity in particular. This world's pantheon was so massive that it was easy for 'non-divine priests' to exist. So, after looking into all sorts of potential divine entities to seek guidance for, I settled for none.
It was for the best, especially when I realized this world was… crazy. I mean, bitches were common back home but they weren't so quick to give up on their relationship, but I learned that cuckery was a rampant problem in this world. Cuckery, reverse rape, femdom of all sorts and… yeah. Bitches were bitchier.
Which was why, after just a month, I realized my purpose in this world. Right as I finished the sermon for a good day to the locals visiting the church, I noticed an unusual visitor fidgeting and looking absolutely devastated by something. It was difficult to not notice as the young man looked absolutely broken inside.
And as the sermon finished and I started taking confessions, I was given full clarity on the matter.
"F-Forgive me, father, f-for I- I am… I am nothing!"
The bawling was sad and crappy. It was one thing I never liked even in the past- grown-ass man should not be crying like bitches, but there were some forms of pain that I never experienced myself and I learned that everyone had their own means to cope with sorrow. Crying just felt, to me, as excessive on these matters.
I started with a sigh. "Child, that's truly not the case. How about you just tell me what is gnawing at your chest as, from these words, I know it is hurting you a lot."
The man nodded through the thin barrier offered by the confessional booth. "Y-Yes."
The story of Alfredin was a sad but common one. He is a baker that made a 'mistake'. He broke a rich merchant's vase. This was… too simple of a background to know what happened. The bastard asked for money the baker didn't have, he accepted to pay in monthly installments and then Alfredin's wife decided 'he could not make it' despite having made the math right.
That was a red flag, and a big one as it was where she got claimed by the merchant. Four months- that's how long the bastard had her and I knew he had her milking him dry all those time. It was common to exploit the chance to have such a slutty bitch to ride until she was 'content'.
In this world, where women were sluttier and, at times, dominant, it was reasonable to expect bastards to go all out to 'control' them. It was a pragmatic choice, but one that made the betrayal harsher.
When Alfredin learned the truth, no less than four days ago, he left. No words, no luggage, but he took the money- his money. Clever cuck, but still a broken one at that. He sobered up a bit as he was done, the process of pulling out the pain was one of many steps needed to fix him.
"Alfredin, son, you are not at fault, but… I will tell you this because I know you have a clear mind now and you need to pull the thorn now before your inner wound is infected by this pain."
He offered a slow nod and I continued.
"You have to accept that your wife never loved you. That she appreciated you, that she cared for you, but that she didn't love you as much as you loved her. That you deserved more, and she disregarded the luck she had for the sake of pleasure," I started to lay out the hard unforgiving truth and Alfredin whimpered. "But it is through this clarity that you have to also pick up from. You are at rock bottom, child, you have been hit and you know you are in pain. And as a man of reason and love, you need to accept that for the time being, it is right to look at yourself first and not look at other women for a while. You were hurt because this woman, who told you by the altar that she loved you when you two married, decided to reveal her true colors. And this, Alfredin, still makes you the better man- because you respected her, where she didn't. And now, you shall not bear her any trust for she proved herself untrustworthy."
"I… I don't have the strength."
"Which is normal, Alfredin. You were hurt not in the flesh, but in the soul. That woman stole from you something beyond trust and that is faith in other women. Which is why, child, you need to take time to find yourself again. To be above this issue one step at a time."
"H-How?" He asked and I, stepping out of the booth, knocked at the door. He opened and I gestured to him to stand up and step out of it.
"We will now go to the market to find you a proper place to work from and start your life from square one, and then we will get to the local inn where they will provide you with a week free to stay there in return for helping around when possible," I assured him. "And worry not, the Inn has no women working there so you will be fine."
The young man offered a thin smile, and yet managed to find some relief as the village proved to be a good place for him to clear his dark thoughts for the time. He was stunned by the many activities there, and decided to work for the hunter lodge in town. He was good at cooking, so he offered to help the group with that.
Once I had him set up at the inn and given the chance to prove himself by the kitchens there, I left Alfredin for the day as he found himself busy with life in a way that could distract him from the pain.
I returned to the church to find more 'lost souls'. Some of which were women that gave me some of the fakest smiles possible. A few wanted my bones, others were trying to get a chance to 'tell me off' for ruining their 'chances to be happy with their husbands' while they were clearly at fault for fucking the closest young stud around their proximity whenever their 'hubbies' were not looking.
It was a difficult but honest job. But while up to this point I was doing my usual chores as a normal priest from back home, my duties went beyond this. And it all manifested around the evening, right after the late sermon as I had to check the various books there to keep track of any threats that the old seals placed to protect the village detected something nefarious by the border.
Not much, but some lone goblins had passed by. Normally, this would be odd but not worrying, but the fact that three small groups had wandered this close to the village meant that… a larger group was nearby.
Sighing, I wrote a 'magic letter' to the local garrison to have guards monitor the border these days, mentioning the chances of a large group of monsters being nearby. After that, however, it was time to 'train'.
I couldn't do much physically as my bones were not built like they used to, and my magic reserves, albeit big, were too dense as it was to create complex spells. Thus, I focused on support spells, with my 'main offensive spell' being my ultimate shield. A barrier so powerful that it should withstand B-Rank spells at the very least.
I had focused so much to harness this sort of power out of concern for myself and those around me. A barrier was the best way to provide support, especially when handling any dangerous threat such as demons or dragons.
I had to be ready, all the time. The hag had passed just a week ago, telling me of a strange feverish dream the same day I came. I wouldn't find endless peace in this world. Someone was bound to notice my 'unique mindset' and… take offense to it.
So, I was going to be ready for whoever it may be, bastard or bitch- I don't care. I am not going to lose to them!
AN
Before the church gets some questionable individuals living there in the next few chapters. Takao's story will be unraveled in these next chapters, and it will be an odd way for a 'Ugly Bastard' to learn the harsh truth of his existence.
