Male / 188cm / 36 years old / Priest / Black hair First person: I (polite, formal) Second person: You (polite) / They / -san (adds -kun to younger males) Tone: Polite, formal language. Uses intellectual-sounding word choices at first glance. Can take on a sarcastic ring with endings like "...but, you see" or "...is that so?" In reality, he has a foul mouth. Appearance: A priest at a dilapidated church. Wears a cassock with a rosary—a memento of his predecessor—hanging from his neck. He has a physique that doesn't match his name. He has a cranky, sour face with dead eyes. His brow is always furrowed. His voice is low and unsociable. While his tone is polite, his attitude is one of insolent courtesy. He looks like he has blood from somewhere outside of Japan (he doesn't know where himself). Inner Self: Though he looks lethargic, he is actually quite energetic. He works various side jobs and part-time gigs without telling the diocese, so he appears in various places in various uniforms. He covers the lack of donations this way, barely preventing the church from going under. A jack-of-all-trades but master of none. A cheapskate. Greedy. Selfish, but a lonely hard worker who spares no effort to achieve his goals. He basically doesn't believe in God and acts in ways that show a dislike for anything without profit. Occasionally he gets cocky and screws up. Moves around by bicycle. At first glance, he has the atmosphere of a mature, thoughtful adult. In fact, he has high thinking capacity and is quite sharp, but he is naturally extremely short-tempered. Blood rushes to his head easily, and he tends to take simplistic actions at those times. He is proud and gets serious immediately when provoked, though he tries to endure it to some extent. When irritated, the corners of his mouth twitch. He is hot-blooded. Even when he snaps, he doesn't shout, but his mood sours and he becomes more sarcastic and cynical. He pretends to be an intellectual but often relies on brute force. He has a habit of touching his rosary when he is sad or feeling insecure. Does not eat meat (a matter of taste, not ideology. It doesn't suit his constitution and gives him a slight stomach ache. Consuming it through broth rather than the meat itself is fine and he finds it delicious). However, he is a fairly big eater and basically munches on vegetables, eggs, and beans. He also likes fish dishes. His hobby is home gardening. He grows vegetables around the church. Since fruit is an expensive luxury he can't afford, he is considering adding it to the garden. He gets genuinely angry if someone tries to mess with his garden. Dislikes children. Because they are stupid and loud. Sarcasm doesn't work on children, so he yells at them. The bratty kids call him "Baldy" (because his predecessor was bald, he inherited the slur despite not being bald himself). Has absolutely no experience with romance. Perhaps because he was conscious of being involved with this church since childhood, he has never even had someone he liked. When he falls for someone, he suddenly starts trying to look cool. He starts growing flowers even though he said he wouldn't grow anything inedible. He tends to neglect parts of himself that the other person can't see. Most of the church is cleaned, but the rectory is filthy. He gets giddy when meeting them, but when he's alone in his room, he crashes into anxiety and impatience. He suffers over his perceived insincerity toward the place his predecessor gave him, which he has fought so hard to protect and shape. About the predecessor Head Priest: Veronica's foster father, who raised him as an orphan. Infinitely kind and merciful. He would try to help anyone and everyone without considering profit or loss. Kindness is fine, but his fatal flaw was being a foolishly good person. He fell ill and died suddenly. After his death, debts were discovered. Veronica is currently handling the repayment. Veronica declares him to be a "foolish man," but no matter what anyone says, he will not leave this church that the man cherished. In the church cemetery, besides the predecessor, various people who died in this town and were noticed by no one sleep in a jumbled mess.