Surviving as a Saint in Another World

Cataclysm (1)

what do you do now

After sending the bishop away, looking around the quiet room, I thought again.

The bishop was a number of conversions I had prepared in my own way.

The part where he completely changed his mind was as I expected, but from there, the purpose of digging up the information of the shadow and causing division from the inside failed greatly.

Who would have predicted that, unluckily, they would set up a plan to assassinate me through that bishop.

…Isn’t it? It’s not an unfortunate coincidence, but the bishop reported the information he learned about me to the shadows, and in the process, there’s a possibility that the upper echelons of the shadows, concerned about internal turmoil, deliberately attempted an assassination to silence the bishop? Are you going to use it as a throwaway card?

If that’s the case, it’s because I didn’t consider it enough, so I’m a little disappointed.

…Let’s stop thinking about the Bishop. As long as I told the Bishop to run away, it happened anyway, and it doesn’t matter anymore whether it was a coincidence or the inevitable result of something I didn’t expect.

After clearing the thoughts from my head, I changed the direction of my thoughts.

Anyway, would this be enough?

The direct condemnation of the shadows, the unfamiliar concept of a hunger strike, the absurd accusation of a poisoning conspiracy. Well, the poisoning conspiracy is no longer conspiracy.

If only there had been a confession from a former member of the shadows who had been influenced by me, I would have been able to drive a wedge.

As long as that wedge is somehow woven into the poisoning conspiracy and becomes unusable, other parts may be able to force those who have joined the church to fall away, but they cannot raise the shadows hidden behind the church to the surface or make them suffocate in the darkness. I don’t think so.

It would be perfect if they collapsed easily, but if they could be solved this much, they wouldn’t have been able to survive so tenaciously.

how about this…

“I’m home.”

While I was frowning in my thoughts, Celia, who had briefly gone out to see off the bishop, returned.

“Did you send Melvin well?”

“Yes. Right now, the academy is virtually in a state of shutdown, and the members of the Imperial Family and Church are busy wandering around, so they said it wouldn’t be difficult to sneak out.”

“Yeah…that’s good.”

If you get caught before you even get out of the academy, you’ll be in real trouble.

I even thought about tipping off the princess and getting support from the imperial family, but there’s a high chance that I’ll be caught off guard by the church.

Here, I had no choice but to believe in the bishop’s ability.

It’s not safe to be in a situation where you have to leave the success or failure of work to someone else’s ability.

Celia, who felt my sigh leaking out inadvertently, came over to me and sat down next to me, staring at me.

Aren’t you looking at me too hard?

“Why?”

“So Bishop Barca…Ah, did you say Melvin? Are you worried about someone named Melvin?”

“Does it show that much?”

Then, don’t worry. Depending on whether that person is caught or not, it may decide whether or not the conflict with this church will increase indefinitely.

Try to really increase it. What should I do with my fasting declaration? My food is literally hanging in the hands of that bishop.

If I knew it would be twisted like this, I shouldn’t have declared a hunger strike… Ah, then it’s a poison ending.

When I let out another sigh, Celia said something as if she couldn’t stand it when she saw me like that.

“Why does Ronan-sama always care so much about people who want to harm him?”

hmm…?

At the unexpected words, I reflexively looked at Celia.

Celia, who had maintained a relatively calm expression until she went out with the bishop, now had a very tired face.

“What are you talking about?”

“Ronan-nim. I’m not an idiot.”

Of course not. Seeing you solve all kinds of paperwork that I am not confident to handle in one day, who the hell would think that? It makes me want to resemble that cleverness.

“It’s funny to say I’m not stupid in front of Ronan, but I didn’t mean I was stupid enough not to figure out that the guy named Melvin tried to kill Ronan.”

uh…

It was unexpected, but not as surprising as I thought.

Celia hadn’t spoken much about it since the incident at the church, but Celia hadn’t mentioned the bishop since then.

Until then, it seemed that he had goodwill in his own way, but he must have sensed something unusual in the conversation to some extent.

In such a situation, the bishop made so many noises, and I responded in response, so it was not strange that Celia, who was watching it all from the sidelines, could infer some truth even if she couldn’t grasp the whole thing.

Besides, if you realized the truth like that, you might have had some questions and answers in the process of meeting the bishop.

However, on second thought, it was surprising that I was completely unaware of Celia standing in the scene of that important tryst.

While I was surprised that I trusted Celia more than I thought, on an unconscious level, Celia continued talking as if talking to herself.

“It was like that even when I was at the main office. The cardinal actually covered up his attempt to kill Ronan-nim.”

Come to think of it, there were times like that. Back then, I was really busy courting the cardinals in order to survive.

“There was a time when Mr. Gorg aimed his weapon at Ronan-sama, but he passed it without incident.”

I still have a clear memory of how scared I was when they started fighting with me from the first encounter with a different tribe. Had the cardinal sitting with me not know me and run away, I wouldn’t have gone that far.

“When Alter attacked Ronan-sama, he tried to cover it somehow.”

who the heck is alter?

“I tried to understand him, considering that he was crazy.”

Ah, the grandson of the cardinal who went crazy after stealing that necklace? I was really scared, wondering if he acted unintentionally and the church had a poisonous mind and framed me.

“I heard that the archbishop of the church who worked with the devil worshipers to harm Ronan was also trying to convince him until the end.”

Of course, I already knew that I wouldn’t be persuaded, so I just bounced it off once. I fought instead of the knights who hesitated after actually entering the force.

“You said that there was a time when you went on an expedition at the request of the elves and fell into danger because you couldn’t bear to kill the leader of the Church who had fallen.”

Ah, the guy the princess blew his head off? It was a stage that I planned from beginning to end. It was easy because he noticed it roughly at the end and made a fuss.

“And you said that everything that happened this time was orchestrated by some people in the church. They must have ordered that person to take Ronan’s life.”

Perfect reasoning! I clapped in my mind for a moment, and thanks to Celia’s solemn mood, I thought for a moment what she had said.

Come to think of it, I, voluntarily or unintentionally, from the perspective of a third person, how did I go through so many death hurdles in that short period of time?

Besides, unlike how I threatened the bishop in my heart, I was all just defending those who wanted to kill me…?

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Looking at the result, all of them died except for the Dwarven Knight Commander, who had no bad intentions, and the Bishop, who is currently in progress.

…Isn’t that bad? No matter how much it helps to build my reputation, I never intended to create an image that I would even look after those who tried to kill me. What else can I do to ease my mind?

How did it come to this?

“He even gave me three chances this time. Three times.”

Celia emphasized the word three times as if asking if this made sense, but I feel really unfair about that part.

I didn’t give you a chance!

“That’s not enough, let me run away so I don’t have to pay the penalty, and you’re even worried about whether I got out safely.”

That’s right, if the man gets caught, the plan will be disrupted.

“Do you know how much I get anxious every time I see and hear it? I’m sure you’ll never forgive me for taking someone’s life that way. So why are you so lenient to those who are trying to take Ronan’s life?”

Where can I explain this to clear up the misunderstanding…

It was really difficult to explain because it was a misunderstanding that I had accumulated since I was reincarnated, and even some misunderstandings I intentionally caused.

“Um… Celia.”

“Do not speak.”

yes.

I didn’t know what to say, but I barely opened my mouth to say anything as I watched Celia’s eyes fill with moisture.

“I know. What I’m saying here is nothing more than a complaint based on Ronan-sama’s approval. If I say this, you’ll be in trouble.”

It’s difficult. It’s a different difficulty than you think.

To explain this, it was a difficulty that came from not being able to understand where to start and how to say it.

“But, like Ronan-sama, I’m just an ordinary human being who can’t love my enemies or even those who seek my life. Please cherish my life. Please remember that many people will grieve. You know, about the pain of those left behind. Isn’t that why you care about them?”

It’s just an image management and a way to alleviate the guilt I feel…

I thought so, but I’m a person who can read the atmosphere. I didn’t dare to open my mouth to say that.

Instead, with a smile on my lips, I stroked Celia’s head once and then nodded in response to Celia’s words.

“Sorry for making you worry every time. I’ll keep that in mind.”

“…I don’t think it was communicated properly.”

why?!

Didn’t I read the mood right? You mean this isn’t the best answer?

“But… I’ll be satisfied with this much for now.”

Fortunately, Celia concluded the conversation instead of continuing the conversation.

“How about going to bed early today?”

That’s a bit difficult. I have to think about how to put additional pressure on the church in the state of losing the wedge of being a bishop, what means to bring out the shadows, and what the shadows can do when they are really cornered to the point of attempting to assassinate me. also have to think about.

It’s too optimistic that my enemies will fall asleep just because I fall asleep.

Celia added an additional word, as if the expression on my face showed that I was troubled.

“It wasn’t a question.”

Wasn’t it…? Then you shouldn’t have said it beforehand… I was mistaken thinking there was a question mark after it again.

After clearing my throat a couple of times, I nodded awkwardly.

“Is that so?”

Now that I think about it, since I was starving for dinner, I think going to sleep early might be helpful. I supply sugar regularly and it doesn’t hurt to keep my head running, but that doesn’t mean I’m not hungry at all.

Besides, if I declare a fast and the day changes, the pressure will intensify, and the chance that the church will make a mistake and get caught accidentally increases.

Besides, you guys might be sleeping at night too, right?

People should sleep at night then.

I quickly got ready for sleep.

When I lay down, I was surprised by a feeling of great fatigue.

Only then did I realize that I was feeling great stress about this situation where I personally attacked the dark side of the church, created a commotion, and received an assassination threat without even realizing it.

It’s fortunate. If I didn’t realize this condition and even fasted, I could have collapsed at an unexpected moment.

And it was fatal to lose control of the situation at this tipping moment, rather than lie down to put on a show.

“Thanks Celia.”

Having come to a belated realization, I thanked Celia honestly.

Celia, who received my greeting,

“You don’t have to say that one by one. I’m Ronan-sama’s attendant.”

He gave an answer that felt more mature than I thought.

Is this the Celia that I treated as a kid in my heart not too long ago? You really grow differently day by day.

Grow well like this and become a perfect servant in the future who will do everything for me.

I lay down thinking about useless things.

When I realized my fatigue, it wasn’t long before the floods started pouring in.

I don’t know anymore. I think about tomorrow’s work tomorrow. What will happen overnight?

…

In the morning, I woke up with a somewhat optimistic mindset that wasn’t like me, and had a comfortable sleep for the first time in a while.

“Ronan-nim. Did the princess come to visit you?”

“No? Why in the morning?”

“The Imperial Family is mobilizing the military to put pressure on the church! Soldiers have already departed from the capital for the headquarters!”

Oh… the Imperial family… that’s surprising.

…

wait, what now?

The drowsiness that remained, even if it was shallow, disappeared in an instant.

Naturally, a lot could happen overnight.