Surviving as a Saint in Another World

revelation (6)

What is it…? As soon as I entered, I couldn’t help but be embarrassed to see the bishop kneeling in front of me.

Of course, it is true that one of the corners I believe was this bishop.

I knew he was agitated the day we met at church, so I thought that if I shake him in earnest this time, he will have no choice but to react in some way.

That’s why Celia was sent to catch them too.

Anyway, isn’t this too much of a reaction?

I suspected that he was betraying the shadow and taking exaggerated actions to pretend to be attached to me, but it didn’t seem like that.

It was because in the bishop’s heart, rather than a sense of mission to achieve a certain goal by deceiving me somehow, there were various emotions that were difficult to establish in a word, such as confusion and doubt, sadness and gratitude.

Seeing so many unorganized emotions, it seems like he came here because he was shaken by my words…

After putting in questions that would not be resolved even if I thought about it alone, I approached the bishop who was bowing his head on the floor and stood up.

If you don’t know, you should find out.

“Wake up. It’s too much pressure.”

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When the bishop’s body, which had been immobilized as if rooted to the ground, was lifted up, the bishop’s weeping face caught my eye first.

After that, a haggard-looking face, which is appropriate to say that the skin and bones were in contact with each other, also caught my eye.

Did you fast too? Why did you get so old in a few days?

Did you have a lot of heartache…?

I couldn’t hide my embarrassment.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about when you haven’t committed any sins against me.”

In other words, it was a trivial restraint phrase that meant not to commit a sin and act well, but the bishop, who heard the words, began to be greatly agitated emotionally.

What the hell is this guy doing? Hasn’t he gone crazy?

Obviously, when we met at church, he had the image of a competent person who kept a good poker face and hid his true feelings well, but I don’t know why it became like this.

“The Holy Son has already taken away the sins I would have committed, so how can that mean I haven’t committed any sins?

What the hell are you talking about…? Are you talking about shadows?

Of course, the only thing the bishop would ask me to apologize for was about the shadows, but I began to wonder why it wasn’t about him.

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While I was trying to figure out the situation somehow, the bishop pulled out a dagger from his bosom and dropped it to the floor.

Celia, who was watching it from the side, was startled and started to take a vigilant posture, blocking my way, and I grabbed Celia’s shoulders and pulled her into my arms and looked at the bishop, ready to perform holy magic at any time.

If I had known he had come to kill me, of course he wouldn’t have let me in here. I was certain that he didn’t come to kill me, looking at his emotional state.

There is nothing more foolish than trying to figure out the behavior of a madman.

“What do you mean?”

When I asked, the bishop lowered his head again and opened his mouth.

“Now I realize that you have given me many chances. You showed me the power that I was full of delusion and tried to enlighten me, but I was stupid and did not recognize him and eventually tried to kill you. Even in the face of the danger of being poisoned, I You show mercy and cover me even in the face of the imminent threat of assassination. Even if I have walked the wrong path all my life, how can the person who served Orion kill the rightful representative? Only in the end will this fool wake up from his foolish dream. All of this is the gift of the saint. So use my life as you please.”

Both Celia and I looked at the Bishop with a dumbfounded look at the sudden and repeated vows, then turned our gazes to each other.

‘Do you know what that means, Celia?’

‘I think Ronan-nim is a saint and has committed something else. Isn’t Ronan-nim supposed to know?’

This cunning thing, day by day, the ability to counter it is increasing.

It was clear that even Celia, whom she had known to some extent, did not know what the bishop was talking about.

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Let’s think about it for a moment. There’s a lot of talk like that, but I can’t get any useful information out of it, so I have to stop talking about it.

To say that I showed power but didn’t recognize it must be something in the church. I tried to shake the bishop with my ability, but it worked, but it didn’t work as a decisive blow.

I was going to deliver the final blow this time by saying that I know the shadows, that I know the powers that the leader of the pack has, and that it is not a legitimate ability, but in fact it is no different from the powers of a demon worshiper, but strangely, nothing is said about him. I mean.

Then, this did not act as a decisive blow to the bishop, and the two times I mentioned later gave it, but it is said that the grace, which I have no idea at all, played a decisive role.

Cover yourself from the threat of poisoning and assassination…?

What nonsense is this? If the Bishop had seriously wanted to kill me, why would I cover it up? What if you catch me and threaten me?

Besides, poisoning is what I am most vulnerable to. Assassination can be prepared with the emotions that an assassin has, but poisoning can’t be distinguished with this cheat eye.

These cheat eyes are extremely fantasy eyes that can identify something magical, and it is an absolute taste in cooking that can identify each ingredient in food, and it is not an eye suitable for cheating.

If someone decides to poison me, I’ll stop eating and drinking until I catch and kill him… um…?

Continuing my thoughts, I couldn’t help but be frightened at the thought that had just passed by.

No, no way…? No matter how corrupt the real church is…?

But from the shadow’s point of view, from the point of view of the leader, what if he decided that it was better to keep himself and the shadow intact, even if it meant destroying the entire church?

What if they overreacted when their soft flesh, which had been hiding behind the church for a long time and had never been attacked, was in danger of being pulled ashore?

I tried to pressure the Church by creating an assassin that didn’t exist, but what if the Church actually had already sent an assassin?

And what if that assassin…is this bishop in front of me right now?

…these madmen?

In an instant, goose bumps ran down my arms.

Can you imagine, if you hadn’t declared a hunger strike here to pressure the church, you could really be leaving this world by now?

I don’t know why, but let’s assume that the bishop assumes that I know the whole situation.

If so, it can explain to some extent why the bishop accepts the fasting declaration as if I had done him a favor, why he suddenly dropped his knife, why he spoke words close to a confession of conscience, and why he was poisoned and then threatened with assassination. there was.

Even after realizing the circumstances of the poisoning conspiracy, I said that the reason I was letting go of the assassin was to avoid making an innocent victim.

After all, if you heard that, it would be like letting the assassin know that he wanted to kill me, but letting go.

He’s a great saint. At least I can’t do that, but I don’t know who forgives those who try to kill him. Can he be a saint?

Anyway, if the poisoning failed and this time he approached me directly to assassinate me? To be honest, if he really intended to assassinate me, I can’t explain why he had such a complicated mind and resigned himself, but seeing that he brought a knife anyway, it seems like he was trying to assassinate me. You must have been right.

Assuming the Bishop thinks I know it this time, bringing the Bishop into the room is again covering the Assassin.

does this make sense?

What if there really is an assassin?

My brain got complicated.

At first glance, I created an assassin who wasn’t even there to pressure the Church, but if there was a real assassin and the assassin made a grandiose misunderstanding that I couldn’t do, I might think that I could use that assassin to pressure the Church more easily if he cooperated with me. there is.

However, the core of this operation is actually a ‘non-existent’ assassin.

In order to cut the tail, which the church is good at, there is no choice but to forcibly fit someone in the place of the non-existent assassin, and it was an alienation scheme aimed at cracks and noises in the process.

If there is a real assassin like this? Just admit the suspicion of this assassin and kill him.

Of course, since this person belongs to the church, and it happened in a noisy situation where they were in conflict with the church for a long time, it would of course be an effective blow.

In fact, anyone in the know would know that this is not a personal judgment, but an order issued by the church. However, there is a stark difference between the official claim and what people think.

Besides, that is an achievement that can be achieved even if the assassin is not caught.

After all, I already established the fact that there is an assassin.

If you can’t get caught, look at this. It’s enough if you don’t understand how an assassin can’t be caught without being covered up in a place like a church.

Rather, it is a greater loss to give the church time to rally internally as the focus of the incident is focused on the priest who attempted to assassinate the saint.

After all that thought flow, I came to one conclusion.

Bishop Lee must not be caught as an assassin. Somehow, the assassin must remain undetected.

As long as the bishop is not caught, even if he suddenly disappears, even if the denomination tries to assassinate him and claims that the failed bishop is gone, they can still be cornered.

For example, it’s like saying that you killed them and then disappeared.

Since the timing was exquisite, there would of course be quite a few people who would believe that the church did such a thing, and those words would be enough to stir up suspicion between each other.

Of course they would say no, but wouldn’t it be a matter of order for those who ordered the assassination of the saint to kill one of the bishops who followed them and silence them?

….

Is this a true story? I just swore I’d never let go of the man who was trying to kill me, but now I feel like I have to help the guy who’s trying to poison me get out of here?

…Whew, yes. The process is absurd, but in conclusion, this bishop is in favor of me, and it is to my advantage that he is not caught, but there is nothing I can do about it.

“Ronan-nim!”

“It’s okay Celia.”

I sighed, reassured the nervous Celia, and once again lifted the bowed bishop to his feet and picked up the dagger the bishop had dropped on the floor.

“Did you say you would sacrifice Barca’s life for me?”

The bishop raised his head at my words and nodded lightly before replying.

“My name is…Melvin.”

I know. Why are you talking about it all of a sudden in this important situation. Do you want to be called by your real name?

“I see. I understand, Mr. Melvin.”

“As expected… you knew.”

When I responded lightly, the bishop nodded as if he were impressed by his appearance.

“I don’t understand why he remembers the name of a worthless person like me and gives me a chance several times.”

I never gave you a chance. The way things are going is insanely exquisite.

“What do you want? If you want me to confess everything and die, I will tell the truth to the knights at the door right now.”

Calm down. That’s the worst possible move.

First of all, it is urgent to make sure that Bishop Lee’s personal safety is not captured by the church or the shadow.

There is no time. The church must be aware of the bishop’s movements to some extent, and as the time passes without any fuss after contacting me, they will assume that the bishop has failed in the assassination and move.

If he had attempted an assassination attempt and failed, of course he would have been caught by the imperial family, but if he disappeared without a rumor, the bishop’s whereabouts would be tracked, so he had to move as quickly as possible.

I thought I’d be able to get information about the shadows comfortably…but that’s wrong.

“Did you just ask for an order, since Melvin’s life would be sacrificed to me?”

From here, it would be easy to tell them to run away so as not to be caught by the church as much as possible, but I didn’t know when I would change my mind again if I said that.

If you live a hard life as a fugitive for a long time, your heart will be weak, but you must arm yourself thoroughly.

“That’s right.”

“Have you lived a life commanded by the shadows like that all your life?”

At my words, the bishop looked at me with a devastated expression, as if he had been stabbed to the point.

“Your life is not something someone else can shoulder. It is not something you can take responsibility for. Melvin-sama said he would give his life, but it seems to me nothing but an escape. Have you been thinking about something?”

The Bishop looked under pressure and seemed to be trying to think of something, but then shook his head in vain.

“It doesn’t seem…”

“How can that be human life? At least animals running through the mountains and rivers have free will.”

As if there was nothing more to say at my words, the bishop closed his eyes tightly.

“Melvin-sama said that I did you a favor? That’s wrong. Who cares for a knife that’s been used as a tool for stabbing someone in someone’s hand? I just… I just wanted to remind you that it is not a tool for

My words opened the bishop’s closed eyes. There seemed to be a mixture of bewilderment and joy at the words he had never heard.

“Now you’re finally free from tools. Welcome to being human.”

I naturally held out my hand, and the Bishop naturally took my hand.

“And what sins can a newborn human have? I don’t know what kind of sins Melvin-nim committed against me and was forgiven.”

You’re so lucky. It’s very rare that I spare the man who tried my life. Know that.

“But unfortunately, I think some people don’t think so.”

The gun finally began to return to Melvin’s eyes as he stood up.

“Shadow…You mean those in the same situation as me.”

“Go away. Wherever you are. Never get caught. Now live a human life. Think for yourself, act for yourself.”

Never get caught? Do you have to run as far as you can?

“You… to the end…”

At my words, the bishop bowed his head again and began to have moisture in his eyes.

I put the dagger he had dropped into his hand.

If you think you’re going to get caught, just kill yourself. If you do commit suicide, you can kill them somehow and accuse them of being guilty.

Being captured, brainwashed, and then turned into a puppet that only speaks the words the cult tells you is the worst.

“Remember, you are human.”

And that the moment they are captured by the cult, they will cease to be human.

Power began to enter the bishop’s hand holding the sword.

“I will never forget. …Now I will live by my will and my thoughts.”

That’s a good attitude.

I tapped the bishop’s shoulder…on the human who would soon become a fugitive on the shoulder.

At least you have to run away until I catch all the shadows and run away?