Chapter 1912 Different Socks
“Older Brother Jayad, this won’t do, will it? Didn’t they say only bishops can emulate Santa Claus’s work?” Lorna asked curiously, but her expression revealed her eagerness for Older Brother Jayad’s gift.
“It’s possible. While most need to reach bishop level to be Santa Claus, that’s just a limitation of wealth and strength. It’s difficult for lower-ranking clerics. Actually, many high-ranking church officials, like some Holy Knights, can be Santa Claus,” Sister Nun said.
“I’ve even heard that in the Roman Papacy, many of the past Popes have disguised themselves as Santa Claus, along with many strong individuals from the curia. It’s just that they all wear fake beards and hats that day, so no one knows,” Younger Sister Nun added with a laugh.
“So, the wishes that can be granted are related to their strength and status?” Sherris also asked.
“Yes, generally, the wishes that can be granted are for Christmas gifts. However, there are some special wishes that are very unique and difficult to fulfill. But theoretically, the more difficult the wish, the greater the merit accumulated,” Sister Nun explained.
“I’ve heard that some people even wished for their deceased relatives to be resurrected. Such wishes, even if granted, would be in a very distorted form. Perhaps the resurrected person would no longer be the original relative, or perhaps they would actually be an Unspeakable monster in their physical form,” Younger Sister Nun added.
“Anyway, given our identities and yours, it’s impossible for Santa Claus from the Church to deliver gifts to us. You can agree on a gift with Jayad and have him impersonate Santa Claus to deliver it to you,” Leomann said with a smile.
Their Arianism sect is considered a downright heresy, and our side is a gathering of various Undead and otherworldly beings. The proud Church of Christianity would naturally not come to deliver gifts to us.
So, we discussed among ourselves and decided to each write down some gifts and have Older Brother Jayad prepare them. Tomorrow, he will dress up as Santa Claus and deliver them to us. It wasn’t just Leomann and the two nuns; I even nudged the six female rioters into writing down their wishes to put into the stockings.
“Older Brother Jayad likes used socks, right? Preferably unwashed ones?” I asked, chuckling.
“Huh? Older Brother Jayad likes used socks?” Lorna was taken aback, looking at the brand new sock in her hand. But she’s a ghost and isn’t used to wearing socks. Should she wear it for a day and hang it up tomorrow night?
“How could that be!? Use new socks, all of you!” Jayad shouted loudly. Miss Parul often comes up with some strange ideas, making her unpredictable.
Soon, all our socks were hung on the tree, though their forms varied greatly. Leomann’s were thigh-high stockings, and because she has two long, slender legs, they were exceptionally long, white with silver trim, making one wonder if they had some kind of armor function.
The Twin Nuns had black lace suspender stockings. Of course, there were no suspenders on the tree, but they were still over-the-knee silk stockings, semi-transparent, allowing a glimpse of the paper slips inside.
Mine were black calf-length socks; I prefer simplicity and comfort. Via had knee-high lace stockings with a black base and red trim adorned with rubies. Sherris had white lace suspender stockings in a maid style.
Giselle’s were also quite unique: black stirrup socks, with the heel and toe cut open, allowing her to stealthily move on wooden floors or rafters without a sound, and also to grip weapons or navigate complex terrain with her toes.
Socks with such openings weren’t ideal for holding wishes, but Giselle was too lazy to find new socks and simply placed the paper slips inside the stocking tubes.
The six rioters, having fallen into depravity, didn’t wear socks before. According to them, even while in the convent, they didn’t have good socks, often wearing only sandals or wrapping their feet with white cloth. That was considered asceticism.
When I bought clothes for them, I also bought socks. They didn’t like wearing them, but at my insistence, they wore them for outings these past few days. Now, the ones they hung on the tree were the most normal: gray and blue ankle socks.
Even the Werewolf mother and daughter were persuaded to hang up socks. Weis had exquisite lace hollow socks, the kind she wore in the palace, clearly very expensive, while Margaret had commoner-style wool socks, primarily for warmth.
“I don’t think normal wish-socks are supposed to look like this,” Via said, amused and exasperated, looking at the Christmas tree adorned with all sorts of socks. The socks were too conspicuous now, almost stealing the show.
“If Santa Claus really came, he’d probably be furious with you,” Leomann also said awkwardly. Although the Arianism sect doesn’t celebrate Christmas, they had participated in Christmas celebrations a few times as Protestants. This Christmas tree was simply outlandish.
“That’s not necessarily true. Perhaps seeing this scene would fill him with joy,” I said, looking at the Christmas tree as well. It was all because their socks had so many variations, with Leomann’s being the most gorgeous.
If some gentlemen from my previous life saw these socks, they would surely be overjoyed and revere this Christmas tree as a sacred object.
“Anyway, there are no outsiders to see, so let’s leave it like this,” Jayad said, trying to smooth things over. But deep down, he inexplicably found these socks rather beautiful and even began to vaguely understand what Miss Parul had said earlier.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. Leomann’s All-Seeing Eye swept over the outside and she asked me, “Did you invite anyone else?”
“Of course, otherwise it wouldn’t be lively with just our family. So, I invited some acquaintances too.” I opened the door, and standing outside were Detective Mister and his niece, Sebastian and Claire.
We hadn’t seen each other for some time. I invited them to spend Christmas Eve with us at home. Claire was delighted, and Sebastian, who was temporarily free, readily agreed.
However, upon entering and seeing that everyone in the room, except for Jayad, was female, Sebastian offered a wry smile. “Miss Parul, Young Man Jayad, isn’t the balance here a bit off?”
“More girls are better! Look at noble banquets; aren’t they surrounded by dozens of girls? If Detective Mister fancies someone, a romantic encounter wouldn’t be bad either,” I said with a smile. In a certain Far East island nation, Christmas has also evolved into a festival similar to Valentine’s Day.
Hearing my words, Claire’s gaze immediately sharpened, and she stared intently at her uncle, as if afraid he might flirt around.
“Heh heh, Miss Parul is quite the joker. Are all these girls Mr. Jayad’s lovers? I don’t have that kind of hobby,” Sebastian said with a dry laugh.
Upon hearing his words, quite a few girls blushed. Only Weis protested, “I’m not his lover!”
But she glanced at Jayad and lowered her voice, not daring to speak too loudly in front of him.
