Chapter 3 - Church

"Oi Grim, if you don't leave now we'll have to give it to them for free!" A loud voice yelled.

2 years had passed since Grim had left the comfort of the forest, and now he was working at a decent restaurant as their delivery guy. Of course it wasn't easy getting this job. Arriving in a town that he had little to no knowledge of with nothing but the clothes on his back and gourd by his side, he was shown just how cruel this world really was when you didn't have money.

But after saving some old guy from a bunch of random bandits, the guy offered him a job in his restaurant and gave him the room above rent free. Residence and a stable income? Of course he took the offer! He'd be an idiot if I didn't.

But what the manager of the restaurant didn't know was that Grim had originally planned to rob him and beating up those bandits was just an easier way to loot the cash off them while they couldn't fight back. If it wasn't for him leaving him for last instead of knocking him out, who knows where he'd be at the moment.

"Oi! Are you listening!" A teenage girl with long wavy red hair and navy blue eyes stepped out of the restaurant to chastise him.

"I'm on a break Rebecca, go annoy someone else." He shooed her away.

Hearing me shoo her away, a vein popped out onto her forehead before she made a dark smile. "You're gonna have to cut your break short, we got a delivery request."

This ray of sunshine barking at him like a dog is a fellow coworker of his, Rebecca Scarlet. A 16 year old waitress that has to work in order to support her smaller siblings. Beautiful, smart, driven, she was the definition of a strong independent woman... At least that's what he thought the people of earth called people like her. But that's besides the point, you see, when he first arrived here he actually had no skills that could be employed in a restaurant. So he just helped around wherever he could and received his pay. This made Rebecca resentful of him because he was apparently taking advantage of the boss's good will. Of course her words meant nothing to him, Grim was a man with memories of the 21st century, he was for all intense and purposes, numb to the sound of female complaints. Plus he was naturally lazy by nature, if fighting, sleeping, or training wasn't involved, then the amount of fuċks he could give about anything were practically non existent.

But then he messed up. One night when he was training his agility and flexibility with Breath of the Beast, Rebecca happened to see and came up with this great idea of starting a delivery service... I want you guys to hear that again. We're in a time period that resembles medieval Europe, and this bitch just came up with the idea of a fuċkɨnġ home delivery service! She even crafted a table on how much profit we would gain and handed it off to the boss.

After hearing her proposition, the boss literally begged Grim day and night to take up the job, apparently the movements he employed when taking out the bandits were enough to make him think that Grim was the most suitable for this job. And he couldn't say no to him when he gave him those puppy dog eyes. So yeah, now he's a delivery man.

Grim and Rebecca eventually came to a truce where we would stay out of the other's way and do what's best for the restaurant. And although they both had different reasons to protect it (He literally lives above it) they both agreed that it'd be in everyone's best interest if this place kept running.

So here he is, one week away from the grimoire acceptance ceremony about to deliver a huge pot of soup to a small orphanage.

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Watching the soft grey aura cling to his body, Rebecca handed him the soup pot with a smug smile on her face.

"Y'know, you're a real bitch right."

Ignoring his comment, she pulled out a small notebook and told him how much money he should receive from the delivery.

Rolling his eyes, he used his enhanced physical ability to jump onto the roof and leapt from building to building while hugging the pot to his ċhėst.

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"Yo Marie." Dropping down in front of a church, he called out to a small blonde haired girl who was playing with a couple of other kids.

"GRIM!!" She and the other kids ran towards him with smiles on their faces.

"Whaddya get for us this time!?" A small boy asked while looking at the pot.

"Soup, where's sister Theresa?"

"She's inside."

Nodding his head, he left the kids with some kind words and approached the church.

Y'know what was really weird, I was in another world yet they still had churchs. I'm pretty sure that some of my other incarnations saw church's in other worlds, but what was really weird was that the design was no different to the ones I remembered from Earth.

"Grim." A woman called out to me while he was lost in his own thoughts.

Looking up from the ground, standing in front of the altar was a white haired elderly woman with a jagged scar running down from her forehead to her left cheek.

"Theresa." He greeted.

Smiling at the way he said her name, she came down from the alter and greeted him. After the first couple of deliveries to the church, the two of them eventually got to know each other and formed a cordial relationship built on respect. For Grim, it was learning that she used to be a magic knight for the Crimson Lions, for her it was learning that he had no parents and basically grew up without relying on anyone.

"How much?" She took the pot from his hands.

"You know how the boss is. Everything that comes to the church is free." Of course Rebecca didn't know that.

*Sigh* "I really can't change his mind can I?" She smiled.

"So... the grimoire acceptance ceremony is coming up soon, are you excited?"

After working for the boss for the past two years, Sister Theresa had come to understand how much he enjoyed the adrenaline rush from combat. And since she had no way to pay the boss back, she became his combat instructor as compensation. But after practicing with her for 2 years he quickly understood that without any spells he was severely limited in what he could do. And what made it even worse was that she kept using long ranged fire attacks to keep him from getting close to her and slapping the smug smile off her face. The only thing he really learnt from all of this was how to sense mana better and improve his dodging ability.

But now that the grimoire acceptance ceremony was only a week away, he could bȧrėly contain his excitement at the prospects of actually learning new spells that could make up for what he lacked.

But to answer Theresa question, he simply responded with a "hmm..."