Surviving as a Saint in Another World - Chapter 150



Cataclysm (3)

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The place guided by the princess was the same place where I sealed the dragon.

This place still looked close to ruins, as if time had stopped since that day.

It was because I had told you that the dragon was sealed beneath the ground, so no one had touched it because I hadn’t decided what to do with it yet.

Thanks to this, a space close to a fairly large vacant lot was completed, and there were so many priests gathered there that it was filled.

There aren’t many churches around here, so where the hell did all these people come from?

As I was a little daunted by the huge number of priests, the surroundings, which had been slightly noisy, gradually began to quiet down, as if they recognized me from afar.

Then, one by one, the priests began to look at me, and finally they slowly knelt down and bowed their heads.

As if everyone had mastered the action, it was bizarrely quiet as so many people knelt down.

Not only the clergy, but also the members of the imperial family who had accompanied me as my escort, stopped at the spot as if intimidated by the sight, and were careful not to make a noise like the sound of armor rubbing.

Priests do not kneel recklessly, even if they bow their heads and show respect to others unless it is a public place.

In the present, there is a large tendency to forget the essence of the act and degenerate into a part of the consciousness of the chosen people that there is no need to bow one’s head to others. Because.

And although the meaning of the current meeting is by no means light, considering my nominal position, it is an informal meeting to the last.

Seeing so many priests kneel before me in such a place gave me a new feeling.

It wasn’t meaningless that I had been struggling all this time.

While taking possession of the church on Central Street, on an expedition to deal with a demon worshiper. This wasn’t the first time I’ve had a bunch of clerics pay me respects, but they know I’ve dealt with the archbishop, defeated the demon, and almost turned an orc. It was taken for granted that he witnessed everything being turned back into a human.

However, these are raw men with no one to meet, and they are members of the church that I am so proud of.

Even though I understood in my head that the underworld of the church was ignorant of anything and was only being swayed by the shadows and its gang, it was not easy to feel it with my body.

But looking at this scene, I felt a little strange. Finally, I felt like I had almost achieved my goal.

That’s right, if you’re a saint in name, eh? Even if you don’t do anything, the priests will take care of you and bow their heads around you. This is normal.

I slowly approached them and talked to them in order to savor the current mood.

“Everyone, stand up. Right now I’m no different from a sinner, but this kind of etiquette is too burdensome.”

A seat is the way to make a person, and seeing countless priests kneel down and bow their heads towards me, I was so excited that I wanted to storm into the main office right away, but somehow I managed to get my words out as usual.

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Let’s be patient a little longer. It’s never too late to laugh at our enemies over their corpses.

As I scanned the clerics who stood up slowly, following my words like docile sheep, I looked carefully to see if there was a shadow.

The people were so overlapping that it was not easy to get information except for those close to me.

At least among those near me, there were no shadow members, so I looked at them with a slightly relaxed mind.

“It’s nice to meet you. My name is Ronan. Until recently, I was a man who held the undeserved title of saint.”

At my words, as if not now, a commotion could be seen spreading among some priests.

They might be surprised if I say that I have beaten the saint now to those who have come to me with firm faith in the fact that I am a saint and the revelation I said.

However, only a few were shaken by my words, and most of them laughed or shook their heads lightly as if they were joking.

I’m not completely sure about my faith, but I still believe in me more, or are the people who came to me because they were assimilated to the people around me?

It was a lot better than I thought. I thought I wasn’t sure about at least half of it yet.

I didn’t mean to say that I was going to get rid of the sainthood.

The first word to draw attention and take the initiative by making a shocking statement that is difficult to predict was one of my favorite speeches, and I was just trying to gauge the faith of these clergymen in me.

Moreover, a saint is not a position that someone appoints and comes down at will, but a position guaranteed by God as long as there is a stigma.

No matter how humbly I say…

“Heh heh, you speak as if you are no longer a saint.”

I’m sure there will be more than one person who will respond in this way.

Moreover, even if they are priests of the same Orion Church, they are not a group consisting only of people who were in a specific parish within the church like the main office, so the current hierarchical relationship must be quite ambiguous.

In this situation, it means that the person who can answer my words without hesitation is either a person who does not care about the gaze of the people around him and has a firm belief in himself, or a person who is implicitly recognized as a representative by all the clergy here. It can be both.

Originally, a one-to-many conversation is an efficient way to select a few people from the majority side and communicate with them.

I smiled and said to one of the elderly priests who responded as I expected.

“How can I call myself a saint when I am responsible for plotting an incident that caused enormous damage to the empire and humans behind the scenes.”

Conversely, now I want others, more specifically, to keep calling me a saint.

At first, in order to secure my position, there were many cases in which I secretly appealed that I was a saint while showing some modesty, but now that most people around the world call me a saint, my authority as a saint is solid.

Then it was said that he could use it as a bait or a weapon without having to cling to the title of saint any longer.

It is said that the person who still has the stigma on his right hand cannot be called a saint because he is ashamed of what is happening in the church.

Is there any other message as clear as this?

Perhaps they did not know that I would be able to speak so quickly and bluntly about the current controversy, but this time agitation spread among most of the clergy.

Even if you believed my words and came here, as a priest belonging to a church, you would not be able to witness the saint insulting that church in front of your face and not feel anything.

First of all, I tried to measure the limit of how far I could accept my words by continuing to shake it like this…

I looked again at the old priest who had answered me for the first time.

This guy has no motion at all…

The peaceful aura that had calmly subsided earlier showed that it had a goodwill towards me with its color, but it was difficult to infer what he was thinking specifically.

“Oh… the saint must have been very disappointed in the church. However, everyone here believes in the saint’s words and came here. Don’t you need to draw a line to these people as well?”

Moreover, he even insisted that the unbelievers I pointed out were different from the people here.

At first glance, it seems like he was trying to convince me, but in fact, I could see that he was trying to calm the agitated priests through a sense of belonging by telling them that the people around you are those who agree with you and that our enemies are separate. The last words, as if suggesting to me whether letting them in are mutually beneficial, were a bonus.

As expected, the agitation of the other priests quickly subsided.

What is this person…? Why are you doing this without a cardinal?

As I came to a place where I did not have to come according to my beliefs and beliefs, I expected that I would show some weakness in this situation, and I tried to figure out what level would be appropriate in order to fully accept these people as my power… .

In fact, it seemed to fit the prediction to some extent, but it’s hard to get it right because of this one grandfather.

“I don’t think it’s appropriate to say I’m disappointed. I’m just sad about the people who have been sacrificed in this incident.”

In order to monitor the situation, I took a step back to check the part that could interfere with taking the initiative, and the old priest immediately followed as if he was aiming for this.

“I heard that too. It was a very unfortunate sacrifice. If the people who did this are really hiding in the church, we will have to root them out thoroughly.”

truth.

His way of expressing himself was so old-fashioned, that he was suspicious for a while even though he belonged to a non-shadow, but it seemed that he was not a shadow person.

“But when I think of their lives, this old man has something I really want to ask you. May I ask you a question?”

It’s scary to think like that, so I’m going to have a strange rice cake.

A strange tension was created between me and the old man.

Although I denied it, the old man’s refusal to ask the question here, just after he had just tried to frame me as being disappointed in the clergy, might seem to support my statement that I was disappointed in the clergy.

Could this be what you were aiming for…?

“You have a pretty unique way of speaking, don’t you?”

I decided to take a bit of a risk with the way of speaking, which is difficult to think of as a priest who lived purely looking at Orion.

It is a question that is a bit puzzling to others, but if the old man intended to make it difficult for me to refuse the question, a certain reaction would inevitably appear.

The old man who received the question stared blankly at me for a moment, couldn’t hide his surprise, and then suddenly lowered his head.

“I’m sorry for this. It’s a habit that has become a habit… I didn’t mean to embarrass the saint.”

just as true.

You mean you weren’t aware? Or…

“I guess. I’m not known for turning down people’s questions for no reason.”

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Likewise, an old man with a slightly surprised expression.

So… You thought that I would answer your question in the first place, but you created a situation where you couldn’t refuse habitually?

What kind of life did you lead to make it a habit? Is your grandfather an ordinary priest?

At this point, rather than worrying about whether the question the old man was trying to ask would embarrass me, I became curious about the content.

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Looking at the way he treats me, it’s clear that at least he doesn’t have any hostility towards me, but what question does this old man, who seems to have an unusual history, bother to ask me?

“Do it. With that said, why would I turn down the question? If I can tell you, it’s natural for me to tell you.”

The old man, who lowered his head once at my answer, raised his head again and opened his mouth slowly.

“There are rumors…that the saint raised the dead to life.”

…Ah, just don’t ask.

It’s almost the only one that digs right into the part that is difficult for me to answer.

I didn’t see it like that, but was he an old man who was afraid of dying because he was old?

While I was thinking about that, a commotion began to spread subtly around me, and the princess took a step forward to calm the atmosphere.

“That’s all baseless rumors. Didn’t it die down in a few days?”

“Heh heh, you shouldn’t try to cover the sky with your palm, Your Highness the Princess.”

If you do this wrong, the story will flow strangely.

“If you cover your eyes with the palm of your hand, it’s enough to cover the sky.”

As this is a sensitive matter, I restrained the princess and then talked about it in order to control the story somehow so that it would not flow strangely.

“How can that mean that the sky is covered? It is to cover one’s own eyes and escape.”

“Nothing in the world can cover the sky. Whether it’s the palm of your hand or anything unimaginably gigantic, you’re all equally dwarfed in front of the sky. So if you want to cover the sky, whether it’s your palm or not, you have to cover your eyes.”

It’s been a long time since I’ve been talking about bullsh*t that seems plausible but has no substance, so I felt nostalgic.

It’s been a while since I’ve done this, so honestly, it’s fun, but can we stop talking about this topic?

Trying to seriously refute such sophistry only makes us tired of each other.

There was no answer from the old man for a while, perhaps recognizing my earnestness.

“Is everything a story about a difference in perspective…?”

Don’t talk to yourself like you’ve realized something ominous.

Strangely, there are people who keep getting something out of the words I spit out without thinking. Scary, scary. What kind of eyes do talented people look at the world for their lives?

“Since the Holy Son said so… I cannot help but ask this question even more. Please give me an answer to this old man’s lifelong question.”

What is it?

“A saint, would you follow Orion’s will even if it were not for all human beings?”

…

what?

“If Orion ordered you to kill a human in front of you for a greater cause, would you obey?”

Don’t kill me with such specific examples, man.

I should have stopped him as soon as he said the first word somehow.

It was wrong to do something that was not unusual even with an example like this.

I looked at the old man’s face once to make sure I was hearing correctly, then I looked around, then at the old man again.

Okay, I must have heard what I heard, seeing as everyone around me was staring at me like crazy.

I suddenly got a headache.

It seemed like everything was going to work out until I came with a happy heart to get the last card to put pressure on the church and received a warm greeting.

Are you sure this guy doesn’t belong to the shadows?

Didn’t you really come to soak me?

How are you supposed to answer this question?

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