I’m Not a Hero Like You - Chapter 116



116 – 38. You kept your promise.(2)

Would you believe it if there was a monastery on a remote island?

This island, called St. Rehena Island, was once the birthplace of a saint called Rehena.

If this was a holy place, it would be a holy place, but if it were publicly known, it wasn’t.

Because the death of Saint Rehenna was also a disgrace to the church, the truth about it was hidden for a long time.

And after 90 years have passed since then, Rehena has been exalted as a saint, albeit belatedly.

Rather, a large-scale construction was carried out here according to the will of the pope at the time, to expose it and use it as an opportunity for reflection.

Therefore, this place, her St. Rehenna and her monastery, served as a place to commemorate her as well.

And now, as of now, there is only a small untouched mountain and a coastal village nearby.

There is not even a lighthouse, and it does not overlap with the general route, so you will not come here unless you are willing to come here.

Even if you get off the boat and land on the island, even if you walk again, you have to walk a long way to see the monastery.

The scale was relatively more plausible than a formally small monastery.

The most notable thing is, of course, the cathedral.

Even though it’s not that big, at first glance, it was clear that more effort was put into it than a church building in a fairly small town.

And a building that looks like a dormitory located on both sides diagonally from the cathedral building, and a circular tower that looks very narrow on the opposite side of the cathedral building.

In this way, the cathedral, the two dormitory buildings, and finally the circular tower surround the four sides of the garden.

This place, which has a structure that allows you to come and go through the center to four buildings, was the only space where the people staying in the monastery could enjoy communal life and come and go.

Also, the same dormitory buildings are facing each other, but even here, the areas with each role were clearly separated.

In the west dormitory, there was a bathroom and a bathroom.

In the east dormitory, there was a dining room called the recovery room, a library, and a writing room that doubled as a writing room.

Bedrooms were strictly separated into separate rooms for groups and individual rooms.

However, there was one exception.

Just a circular tower.

A contrition room that actually exists in a monastery.

A building that serves that purpose.

In the monastery, it is also known as the Confinement Tower.

Contrition means earnestly and sincerely repenting of one’s sins, and entering that place was close to a kind of self-declaration that one would repent earnestly.

But recently, this has been identified with the punishment that deprives those who commit crimes from within.

It is a prison cell, and living there, where conditions are better than prisons, but there is no big difference in poor conditions, is generally mentally exhausted.

Light enters through dim cracks in the wall, and even though there seems to be no gap, the wind blows well, so when the day gets cold, you naturally shudder.

When it’s hot, it’s another ordeal.

But the most frustrating thing is, of course, there is only a bed, a small desk and a chair, and the Bible is the only thing there.

I usually wondered if it would be better to have something like this to do.

Alessia.

It was a story that did not apply to her.

“I will die of old age just by writing.”

If you use it as a magic tool or a magic tool, you can copy quickly and easily.

There are so many people who firmly believe that anachronistic people still have to write with their hands as if writing stitch by stitch, so that the soul is put in and the sincerity reaches the sky.

… In that sense, the manuscripts written by herself, once called a saint, would be astronomical in value.

Above all, since this happens during the repentance process, the value is even more valuable. Not perverts, what is this worth?

There is a thing called history here too.

It is said that the old saintess repented and continued copying for several years for the purpose of self-reflection, and then became great and benefited the world widely. ?

As time went by, it even became a food line for some monasteries.

In that sense, the abbot, who couldn’t make fun of Alessia, who was half-confined here, made her do this as if it were natural.

I could have refused, of course, but… It is this work that I am doing reluctantly because I heard that I am indebted to it.

“If it’s like this, let alone magical powers, it’s fortunate that it’s not blasphemy.”

About a year ago.

Dragging and dragging Eventually, through an informal trial, Alessia decided to pay for her crime by coming to this area for a while and devoting herself to her contrition.

It’s a punishment.

Who the hell decides that?

“… ….”

By the time she noticed, all sorts of rumors had already begun to circulate beyond her control.

About Kariel As she began to have an evil influence even in areas she did not know, Alessia was also suspicious of Patina at first.

However, she later found out that wasn’t the case… In the end, her lines of movement overlapped in Cariela, and she wanted to have the name of witnessing the miracle of St. Cariel together, so it soon sparked a spark in the Baron Nens family.

Because the Empire and the church were determined and provoked.

The problem is that only a few people witnessed the miracle.

Thanks to the help of the vampire of the Edenrevan Regiment, Pilbar Asubnara, things didn’t get any worse.

The problem is Kariel.

And, after hearing Kariel’s confession, Alessia unintentionally found out that he was related to the demon king in some way, and thanks to that, another misunderstanding was created.

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If I had not witnessed the miracle and brought the holy relic, I would have been in a worse situation than I am now.

Unfortunately, my situation is in jeopardy thanks to Kariel.

Because of Saint Kariel’s sword that Kariel gave to him… Sins have been alleviated in a different sense, so it is very difficult to do worldly things.

For nearly a year, except for not being able to wander anywhere, Alessia became self-respecting within the church without much inconvenience.

Keep quiet rather than punishment. It must be consideration rather than consideration.

Originally, it wouldn’t be strange if the death penalty was handed down if it involved the number of cases involving the demon king, but it seems that the saintess and the previous achievements could not be completely ignored.

“… That’s not it.”

Actually, it’s probably thanks to her helping her.

Saint Ermina.

The Great Saint. She is a hero and warrior who is even called the Holy Mother.

And it was only later that I found out that she, who is Kariel’s mother, asked for mercy from her.

Did you say that was probably decisive?

That’s why the punishment was delayed for so long.

If her fellow saintess hadn’t warned her, she would have wondered why she was being treated so badly even now.

Is this another conspiracy from the Church? Or an ordeal? Test?

While saying this.

St.

A place where holy women who have gone through many twists and turns, especially those who have different opinions from the church, must visit at least once.

… Didn’t it be said that even that Ermina moved the people around her by praying for over 100 days without access to water or food?

If it were a normal person, he wouldn’t have lasted even half of that, let alone 100 days, before he collapsed or died.

From this point on, she has already shown herself to be unusual.

Did she say she was about 14 at the time?

The archbishop and the pope conspired in the name of taming her saintess, but instead of yielding to them and asking for her forgiveness, she made a direct petition to God.

And the result was rescue by warriors.

She For her, in a way, that incident must have been a revelation and guidance from God.

“It’s romantic.”

No matter how deliciously the nun who brought us the meals told us this story, the only thing missing from her stay here was listening to the stories she told little by little.

But now, that story has been over for a long time… There was nothing to do other than chew, think, and imagine.

Even if I exercise moderately to take care of my body, my diet is so poor that I naturally lose weight and muscle.

She hated not being able to drink, but… As time went by, that also became nothing.

As a result, an extremely repetitive life continued.

Scribing work and prayer.

These days, training and vague imagination continue.

It’s not painful or uncomfortable.

It’s like regret or frustration.

“I don’t know how they can endure things like this casually.”

When I see the kids who are saints and sit for 15 hours casually, I wonder if they are really human beings.

I am a human who needs to jump and move with his body to be freed from his intuition.

… Perhaps this confinement is like a kind of reprimand, asking you to change your temperament.

Compared to the days when the malicious inquisition prevailed, she realizes that she is receiving enormous privileges.

… Still.

I understand, but it’s frustrating….

Kiruk! Squeak!

“A seagull?”

It’s not even the coast, so why come all the way here?

I wouldn’t even say a word if it was a telegram, but the sound of crying is obvious, isn’t it?

But when I heard the beak tapping through the gap, I was a little puzzled.

And not long after, a small bundle of paper was thrown at me.

“…… ?”

Send me something to read. Thank you.

Do something to untie the string and open the folded paper to examine the contents.

“Dear sister?”

How should I handle this situation where my vampire friend puts such words at the beginning?

“Let’s see.”

There, it was briefly written about the things she hadn’t come across since coming here.

The content that the friends (?) Of Baronence Manor are also running the manor well now without any major problems as the misunderstanding has been resolved.

After breaking up with Kariel, he wrote a book related to him, and said that it was quite popular in the Empire, and sent it to Alessia herself, so you should check it with your monastery friends (?).

And about Kariel… There hasn’t been any news since the last time I entered Somern Village and suffered a major incident.

“… ….”

I forgot about it, but I remembered it again.

No, actually, I was thinking about it all along.

Half a day, who would you have prayed for?

It’s obvious.

I don’t even want to brag about it.

“Still.”

The news that you are alive is the best news, so who said that?

I guess that’s right.

It’s an unprecedented anxiety.

No, actually, I felt like the anxiety that I knew but pretended not to know was going away.

“When will I see you again?”

I’m sure he’s a bit taller now, right?

But at this time when the world is trying to find and catch him, I was honestly worried about how he would overcome this situation.

“… ….”

What if I followed you back then?

What if I followed you and instead grabbed you by the ankle?

I’m still not sure which one was the right choice.

But if we meet again someday… Let’s ask coolly.

I wonder if letting you go was the answer.

Or at that time, I had to force myself to follow you.

Let’s ask.

To myself too.

And.

To him too.

… But you’re not going to pretend you don’t know who you are later, right?

Actually, he will show that kind of reaction… I was most afraid.

“How is it?”

With a bitter smile silently, Alessia even concentrated on copying.

I was writing with a quill pen, but when it didn’t work, I dipped the nib into the ink again.

She killed her wandering thoughts like that, and she was engrossed in her work all along.

The dim light shining through the cracks in the building has disappeared.

Until the point comes when you absolutely have to light a candle.

The boring life in confinement will continue.