Surviving as a Saint in Another World

Being alone (4)

As the knight commander looked at me as if to kill me, a strange tension formed between the troops of the church and the imperial family, and the situation was over when the princess, who had regained her senses just before the explosion, stopped the knight commander.

I was a little scared.

The leader of the knights also felt the energy of a formidable nerd.

Because there are so many people, I was seriously thinking about whether I should kill myself.

Why are there so many people who want to kill me? Is this the fate of a high priest in medieval fantasy?

After all, it’s just because I don’t have the power. I also want to have the right to speak.

Except for the danger of explosion of the knight commander who took over the baton, nothing happened after that.

It was because the imperial family left to prepare to return after saying that they were going back this evening, despite the large number of people attending.

You said you’d just go in one day like that? Really, what did you come for? Couldn’t you really have brought that many people to kill me alone? Or to kill me and start a war with the Church?

I started to think that the imperial family was not a very good partner.

Is there no normal person like this in the world?

Ah, though the princess was a good person.

This human relationship that is evaluated as a good person just because he changed his mind after trying to kill me. Is it really okay as it is?

After that, after being called by the cardinals, I had to tell the conversation between me and the princess one by one, as if announcing a new employee, but I knew that it was actually an act of catering.

Before I could say anything, the cardinals were already quite satisfied.

Judging by the contents they stole in the dark, it was reasonable because I would have drawn a picture of myself unmoving despite the princess’ persistent persuasion.

It would have been really difficult for me to secretly convey my intentions to the princess if there had been a holy relic that even recorded my appearance, but it was a possible trick since it only eavesdropped on the sound. Is it being used somewhere important? Either way, it was really luck for me.

The cooperation of the imperial family was also promised, and the trust of the cardinals increased significantly. It was a positive development after a long time. In addition, since it was originally a death flag, I changed it to an improvisation, so my confidence, which had been hitting the bottom, recovered to some extent.

I felt like I could fall asleep for the first time in a while today.

* * *

“Princess. You have to turn the tide right now.”

Chang Yeon Knight Commander, the Emperor’s Spear, and the head of the Boltane family, Kanion Boltane, wrote to the princess who was behaving strangely right after meeting the saint.

This procession of envoys was in fact composed mostly of combat personnel.

It was such a deformed composition that the members of the envoy felt signs of something unusual, even though they had not been given the exact details of the mission.

In addition, Kanion and Ludmilla were people who knew the secret order the emperor gave to the princess.

It didn’t make sense that it was going back so quietly in the first place.

Because they really came with the assumption of a large-scale battle with the imperial headquarters and a retreat.

“Lord Carnion. I respect your opinion and fully understand that you may not understand the current situation, but my decision will not change. We will not murder Saint Ronan.”

“Princess. Please don’t get swept away by your personal feelings and ruin the cause.”

“I will not accept any further objections. At least I am the final decision maker for this envoy.”

“That’s because the emperor gave me the trust that the princess would make the right decision.”

“Oh, I don’t know if it’s okay to say that to the princess.”

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Ludmilla, who had been silently driving the horse beside him at the overly powerful tone of Kanion, staring at the flames in her hand, stopped talking.

“Shut up witch. Have you forgotten the emperor’s order?”

“Anyway, this is why idiots whose brains are full of muscles… are memories. But didn’t you say that killing a saint is when the saint has become or has the possibility of becoming a puppet of the church, so there is very little room for use?”

“Do you really think there’s a chance it won’t?”

“I don’t know, but I guess that’s what the princess judged?”

“Princess. Doesn’t the princess also know that that doesn’t make sense? Did you feel anything other than pity for the saint?”

“Sir Carnion.”

Azalea’s cold voice separated them.

Right now, Kanion suspected that Azalea was running away because she was not confident in killing the young saint with her own hands, so she was asking the saint if she had a romantic relationship with her.

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Ludmilla didn’t seem to have much confidence in her own judgment, but she was setting up a confrontational angle with Kanion by presenting an opposing opinion to oppose it.

Usually, it was Azalea who wanted to go somewhere far away because all of these things were so difficult at times, but today, somehow, Ronan came to mind.

Yes. Even though two masters who have reached the stage will go against their opinions, at least they are trying to brainwash them, and the most powerful person on the continent is looking for their lives.

Even the last time she saw the handprint on her neck. Only then did Azalea understand why the saint was wearing such stuffy clothes in midsummer.

Who in the world would threaten a saint so directly? That is at the headquarters of the church, which is said to be the center of faith.

No, it’s a place where the saint is dressed in stuffy clothes to cover the handprints, but everyone must be fooling around.

“Did you know that there was a bugging device in the reception room where I and the saint were alone?”

Azalia, who tried to calm her rising irritation, asked in a sharp tone, and Kanion and Ludmilla’s words disappeared for a moment.

Kanion even went inside the waiting room and spread mana to figure out if there was any danger to the princess, and Ludmilla was covering the whole area with her magic.

If there was a magic tool that could transmit the conversation in the audience room to another place, there was no way the two would not notice.

“It can’t be. If there was such a device, we would…”

“…A relic?”

While Kanion denied it, he blurted out his words, and Ludmilla quickly deduced the correct answer.

If there were two things powerful mages and knights hated most in the world to oppose, they were true paladins and devil worshippers.

The holy magic and black magic that the paladins and devil worshipers put forth as their last resort were all bizarre methods that destroyed common sense. The holy relics and magic wands, which were tools using divine and demonic power, were no different.

If it was the headquarters of the church, it wouldn’t be surprising if there was a holy relic that could fool the senses of warriors and wizards who had reached the level of masters.

“First of all, I apologize for not fulfilling my role.”

That’s how Kanion admitted his mistake. But that didn’t mean he gave up.

“But my mistake and the saint are two different things. Even if the saint told me about the eavesdropping device hidden by the church, that doesn’t prove that the saint harbors animosity towards the church. It might not have been. What if it was an extremely self-made play created by the church to sell favor for the saint?”

Is it because of her own mistake, or is it because she is aware that she is being forced to some extent?

No matter how hard he tries, he finds it difficult to even smile in front of people who are trying to find fault with him. With what kind of mindset does that kind-hearted saint live with a smile amidst all the malice?

The more I thought about it, the more my heart ached.

“Sir Carnion. When Saint Ronan came out, what was Sir thinking?”

“I was wondering if I should kill the saint in place of the princess.”

“What kind of face was Saint Ronan wearing at that time?”

While questioning the meaningless question, Kanion recalled the memory of that time.

“I thought you were laughing.”

“Yes. He smiled at me too.”

“…I’m sorry, Princess. I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Saint Ronan can read people’s minds. He said it was emotions, but that’s what others see.”

At that word, Kanion and Ludmilla’s thoughts stopped.

“In the first place, if Saint Ronan had made up his mind, I couldn’t even have a private relationship with Saint Ronan. He knew that I had the intent to kill him.”

For a while, no words were exchanged between the three of them.

Azalea was quite happy that the silence felt like Ronan had hit them.

“It’s… that’s impossible.”

“Princess. Even so, that was tricked by the saint. No being in the world can read the thoughts of a higher intelligence.”

“Really? Are you sure? The saint told me that if he wants to kill himself first, he will ask me painlessly. If it’s a trick, it’s a esoteric move that I can’t understand.”

Even though I reflexively thought that it was because the princess had revealed her inner feelings, I couldn’t bear to say it because I remembered that the person in front of me was an imperial princess who had been trained countless times to hide her emotions. Ludmilla herself was wondering what the princess was thinking right now. Because it was hard to find out.

In addition, the fact that Ronan is a saint caught his ankle. Maybe, maybe, if he was a saint.

“If that’s really true, being a saint doesn’t matter…”

“No. Being a saint, having that ability is the most important thing. If a saint picks someone up and has blasphemous intentions, who else can you suspect?”

Suddenly, the two of them focused on Ronan itself, not on whether it was right or wrong for the princess not to kill Ronan.

To that extent, Ronan’s ability was shocking. It was an extremely sharp knife that could cut through the opponent if he just swung it at the church or whatever.

“So, let’s stop talking about this now. I’ll ask the emperor myself for judgment and listen.”

“…”

Confused about what to say, Kanion quietly shut his mouth.

Considering the level of danger of the ability, the thought of killing it increased even more, but at the same time, it possessed a tremendous charm that surpassed that. It was certainly worth deferring judgment.

“And Sir Carnion. I would like you to refrain from making personal judgments before discussing my personal feelings in the future.”

“…I’m sorry, Princess.”

In fact, Azalea’s decision to save Ronan was much more due to his limitless saint-like aspect than the ability she said, but it was a really personal decision, so he quietly buried him and bruised Kanion.

There weren’t many opportunities to legally bruise a master belonging to the imperial family like this.