[Not his job, but a title he was able to procure for himself by virtue of transfer. At first, it makes sense. Acolytes and monks of any temple were at the mercy of their superiors, and Hayame knows some must not obtain their ranks without skillfully arranging for appointments elsewhere, waiting for the deaths of their high priests, or even leaving to found their own temples. That was how it worked.
She doesn’t understand at first why it was worth saying as if that meant he wasn’t a priest.
Even when he says the rest… she is trying not to notice how fast and embarrassingly skittish her pulses both feel where their hands push together. “Taxmaster” was a strange title, sure, but their palms…
But he’s looking at her like it warrants listening and she just… Fine, she can pretend they aren’t so intimately entwined…]
So you punish criminals.
[It wasn’t like the crimes he described were only crimes to a church… they were crimes to any magistrate or town official, too. So, what? He was more like a… policeman and occasional executioner?]
no subject
She doesn’t understand at first why it was worth saying as if that meant he wasn’t a priest.
Even when he says the rest… she is trying not to notice how fast and embarrassingly skittish her pulses both feel where their hands push together. “Taxmaster” was a strange title, sure, but their palms…
But he’s looking at her like it warrants listening and she just… Fine, she can pretend they aren’t so intimately entwined…]
So you punish criminals.
[It wasn’t like the crimes he described were only crimes to a church… they were crimes to any magistrate or town official, too. So, what? He was more like a… policeman and occasional executioner?]