Surviving as a Saint in Another World

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“Rita-sama. You shouldn’t be like this.”

“…”

I’m sure my ears are perked up now.

That detestable prisoner just pretended not to hear and kept talking.

Should I jump off the horse like a racing action in a movie right now? I honestly don’t think I’ll get hurt.

The problem is that you don’t know what this crazy b*tch will do if he does.

Stop, please stop. Belarus. Nice.

I kept repeating that as I placed my hand on Belarus’s body in a half-fleeful mood.

As the word escaped, I didn’t expect it to really stop.

But strangely, Belarus gradually began to slow down.

It seemed unintentional to see the agent’s horse galloping alongside and then returning this way, bewildered by the slowing Belarus.

Maybe it’s because it’s a kind horse that takes care of the rider. There are only real animals.

Beasts are not animals. From now on, I will not forgive those who equate beasts with animals.

“It seems that Belarus really likes you. To stop ignoring my words.”

Belarus seems to know how to resist the unfair orders of its superiors.

good good good

I ignored the agent’s words and carefully stroked Belarus’s mane. It was the maximum protest I could make.

“It’s a little burdensome to say here… but would you mind following me a little longer?”

“I think the professor must have been very surprised.”

“It’s not very important.”

He was really just a weirdo!

“I have the name Apprentice Saint. If you act like this, many people will get in trouble.”

I sprinkled rice cakes like that in advance to block the room for nonsense.

Apparently, he still has goodwill, but I don’t know why he behaves like this while harboring goodwill.

“It was worth the effort.”

I really don’t want to hear that it’s worth it.

“I have no intention of dragging the saint away by force.”

Did I voluntarily come here on horseback? Has the dictionary meaning of the word forced changed without my knowledge?

“I can’t. Belarus won’t move anymore, so I’ll say it here.”

I felt a strange desire and anticipation from the agent who said that.

“Do you remember the holy magic the saint showed off at the welcome ceremony?”

“of course.”

“May I ask why you performed such a holy magic?”

I tilted my head slightly.

I have no idea what the intent of the question is.

“It doesn’t mean much. I just wanted to let the people there know that God is not far away.”

In the end, all I could say were abstract words like that.

“Then why did the wings that were shown then appear?”

Wings? Yeah… First of all, they’re cool and stand out. Whoever sees them, wouldn’t they think of an angel first? An angel preaching God’s will, that’s what I intended.

“Don’t you even know the saint himself?”

“Just a familiar image…”

“Wings are not a familiar image in human divinity.”

That’s interesting… Huh? Wait, what?

“It’s not just humans. Wings are not a familiar image to elves or dwarves.”

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

How can that be? Wings are a symbol of transcendence that allows you to fly in the sky and approach God.

Even in the original world, birds were often compared to angels just because they had wings, so how could they not be familiar here where there is a real God?

“Only our Beasts are relatively familiar through the Birds and Birds.”

…what.

“That’s right, aren’t wings a strange organ that no one except Jo-in has?”

I lost myself in thought.

What does ‘sky’ or ‘flight’ mean to people in this world from a religious and symbolic point of view?

There is a tribe of beasts called Cao-in, who have physical characteristics similar to those of birds.

Of course, just being able to fly with wings can’t make him an object of worship. Then Jo In would have been called an angel.

The reason why the sky was identified with God where I lived was because it was a space that could be perceived but not reached by the human body.

But here?

There are wizards who use magic.

Of course, I’m not saying wizards are common, but people can actually fly.

It’s not an unknown territory that the sky can never reach.

Do you dare to think that God is above the sky?

Then, somehow, I started to think that I had been very mistaken.

Could this world be…

“Only Herna-sama has wings like the saint showed.”

Isn’t there a specific image of an angel with wings?

“So, saint. I’ll ask you again.”

While I was panicking with my inner conclusions, the agent who had approached me so close that I could feel his breath was staring at me with very dangerous eyes.

“If the god worshiped by the saint is Orion, then whose image did the wings shown at the welcome ceremony imitate?”

I don’t know! I just came up with a popular image of an angel. Of course, it seems like it’s completely different from the popular image of this world, but it’s too harsh for me to think that far.

“We, the Beast Tribe, are a mixture of races with various appearances and characteristics even within the Beast Tribe.”

The agent grabs my right hand and carefully brings it to his mouth.

“Think about it carefully. Isn’t it very strange that such a beast-like stigma appears?”

“hmm…”

What the hell is this crazy b*tch doing?!

I almost let out a scream of pain for a moment.

Contrary to what I thought I would kiss the back of my hand like other people did so far, the agent was slowly licking the back of my hand with his tongue out.

I tried to remove my hand, but I was holding it firmly with both hands, so I couldn’t budge.

In the meantime, the two vertically split eyes were staring at me without blinking.

To be honest, it was more scary than weird.

I felt like I was going to be physically eaten at any moment.

“Perhaps, just because you are a human, did you not too easily decide which god you should serve?”

Wouldn’t it be more strange to turn the happiness circuit because humans would be Herna’s saints just because they implemented wings once?

“We, the Nine Tails, are like the high priest’s limbs. Saint Ronan, if you actually become the high priest…”

Before I knew it, the agent who had made the back of my right hand drool licked his mouth with his tongue.

It was an embarrassingly blatant gesture.

“Rita-sama. I don’t mean to look down on Herna-sama, but I’m a believer who gave my faith to Orion-sama. There seems to be a misunderstanding.”

To be honest, I don’t have that much faith in Orion, but I think I’ll really be bossed around if I come this far and say that.

Tyler is good here…

“Saint Ronan. Do you know?”

?

“There is no problem at all in fighting in the land of the beasts through a just declaration rather than an ambush and taking the loser’s property.”

…Help Princess Emong! He’s not a conversation partner!

Dwarves also have a tight corner, but it wasn’t to this extent. In fact, the Beasts were the most savage. Who could have predicted that?

As their faces got closer, the agent’s eyes turned cold.

He perked up his ears and turned his gaze in the direction we had come from.

“I should have moved a little further.”

The agent, who spat out meaningless words, freed me as if the atmosphere so far was a joke.

“Let’s talk later.”

It was terribly hateful to come back and wink at me with the same harmless look I had when we first met.

And soon after, we saw the princess riding a horse running towards us with terrifying momentum.

Princess Emong! You really came to save me!

After getting close enough to check each other’s faces and seeing my appearance, the princess slowed down little by little and approached me.

“Agent Doctor Rita. Even if you’re the representative of the Beast Tribe… This is an act that has gone too far.”

In order not to show her emotions as much as possible, her voice, which she held tight, flowed out of the princess’s mouth.

“I don’t know what you mean. Princess Azalea.”

“Saint Ronan is an Orion probationary saint and is enrolled in Robben Academy, where the imperial family guarantees his safety.”

“I will not deny it.”

“The act committed by the acting doctor was an act against the imperial family, which greatly threatened the safety of the apprentice saint.”

“Such blasphemous words. How can a priest who worships a god harm a saint? I just wanted to let the saint know the joy of riding a horse.”

The most frightening thing is that he was sincere when he said that he had said that sh*t just now, but he had no intention of causing harm.

In fact, the world where God exists may be a world where people have no choice but to get sick.

“Don’t you know that even if you tell the acting physician that you have no such intention, it may not be accepted as such.”

“Is that so? I’m sorry. Our nature has a savage part. I hope the princess will be generous with your understanding.”

The agent who said that smiled wide enough to show all his teeth.

In fact, I once heard that laughter had its origins in revealing hostility toward an object, and it was a smile that would be perfect to show as evidence for that theory.

“I made a mistake due to my lack of civilization. I’m really sorry. The princess said that, so can we go back now? Come on, Belarus. Let’s go back.”

The agent who said so regardless of the chilled atmosphere.

Belarus didn’t move even after hearing that and started tapping me with his tail.

It was like asking what to do.

Are you a reincarnated horse?

When I quietly stroked Belarus’s mane without answering, Belarus didn’t budge from the spot as if he noticed my heart.

If the three of us go home together, I might die of shortness of breath.

“Oh… that Belarus didn’t listen to me at all. It’s a bit sad. I guess they didn’t really like it. I have to go back first.”

After that, the agent turned around and started to go back first without any regrets.

I really can’t figure it out.

From now on, the number one risk factor for this academy will not be the people of the Orion Church, but that agent.

In words, he asked for forgiveness by saying that he didn’t know that he was barbaric, but he just walked a very elaborate tightrope.

The agent was fully aware that such a thing could never be publicized, which could damage not only religious disputes, but also trust in the academy’s safety measures.

Talented mad b*tch… Terrible.

“Shall we go back too?”

While I was blankly watching the agent walk away, I let the princess, who was still stiff, give me luck.

“What the hell happened?”

“hmm…”

I almost got bossamed by another denomination.

If I say this, I don’t know where the real story will jump out.

At least not yet, I don’t want to induce a situation that is difficult to predict even an inch ahead.

The agent, thinking about it again, rode the line well.

“It really wasn’t a big deal. Rita-sama is definitely a good horseman.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t do my duty.”

As if I didn’t believe it much, the princess handed me that kind of apology.

It’s not the princess’s fault.

Who could have predicted that a priest of a heterogeneous race would make such a rapid advance within the academy, even though he wasn’t right next to him?

I’m just worried that the professor right next to me might have had a heart attack.

“It’s not Azalea-sama’s fault.”

“No. As long as I was next to Saint Ronan, no words can justify it. It’s my negligence.”

If you say so, then again.

No matter how much escort is an excuse, if something comparable to a real kidnapping happens like this, it is right that you are responsible for the situation regardless of your faults.

But, princess. This is kind of like a natural disaster. Most of the small and medium-sized businesses that are close to black admit that they can’t go to work due to a natural disaster.

I smiled bitterly and reached out to the princess.

“Nothing happened. So let’s go.”

Actually, from my point of view, it wasn’t that bad.

Of course, the experience of being kidnapped by a crazy b*tch was not pleasant at all, but I corrected one error in my thinking about this world, and I don’t know if safety is guaranteed, but I have one more option to choose from.

And the bizarre level of faith and favor of the leaders of the different races toward me, to be exact, towards the saint, which I have confirmed several times today.

There are many things to think about after going through such a huge difference in perception that I wondered if there was a real Orion arrogance bug.

I can’t leave the thought that it’s a double-edged sword, but wouldn’t it be easier to secure my safety if I use a different race?

Yeah, how can I get full on the first drink?

If you increase your options like this, one day you will steal the dirty cardinals’ honey and eat your own food… Ah, I keep thinking.

“Azalea-sama, I was very grateful today. So don’t be sad. I’m serious.”

I was about to drool inadvertently, but I went home, soothing the princess who was still sullen.

The day has been long. Now I want to go back to sleep. Of course, it is dangerous outside the blanket.

“I will never…never let this happen again.”

I was sorry that I felt too much responsibility for the princess’s situation, but on the other hand, I was a little happy. Feedback on my safety will be included directly. Very desirable.

As I was organizing my thoughts, I suddenly noticed that the movements on Belarus were as calm as before, to the extent that I didn’t notice even though the agent was missing.

Come to think of it, Belarus is the biggest harvest today.

The agent gave it to me as a gift, but he didn’t think that Belarus would really start not listening to him. Because Belarus was always embarrassed when he didn’t listen to him. It’s nice.

Belarus, if you have to, run away with me to the end of the continent. I feel like I can run away anywhere with you and the holy magic that the agent demonstrated earlier.

Belarus tapped me with its tail as if to stop thinking about it.

Do you really read my thoughts?