The Possessor Mistook the Genre for 20 Years

3 – The Saintess is in a Bad Mood.

A clear sky without a single cloud, a refreshing breeze blowing.

‘How long has it been since I last went out?’

To Franz, who had been practically confined to the Magic Tower due to work, everything felt pleasantly refreshing.

By now, Arian must have found the letter on the desk and be building up her anger gauge, but that could be dealt with later.

Saving the world is more important than the work at the Magic Tower.

Strolling leisurely, Franz arrived at St. Serpia Cathedral just in time for his appointment.

In the empire where freedom of religion is guaranteed, there are many religions, but the one with the most followers is the Goddess Religion.

St. Serpia Cathedral is the headquarters of the Goddess Religion.

Its splendor and grandeur always elicited admiration every time he saw it.

The cathedral was so large that it could be seen from the distant Magic Tower, so there was no need to say more.

Come to think of it, the last time he was here was ten years ago.

He remembered being dispatched to clean the outer walls of the cathedral when he was a member of the Magic Tower.

For a god who can’t even clean his own cathedral, isn’t he rather incompetent?

Not that someone whose life was saved by divine grace should say such things.

As Franz gazed at the cathedral, lost in his personal thoughts, he stepped inside.

Unfortunately, today was not a day for leisure.

“Ah, are you perhaps dispatched from the Magic Tower… huh?”

A priest who spotted Franz naturally started to speak but then widened his eyes.

From the cloak draped over his body to the small bag at his waist.

His appearance was unmistakably that of a magician, but his face was familiar.

As a member of the hero party, he had made a significant contribution to achieving peace in the world, so even the most devout religious people couldn’t be unaware of him.

“Are you perhaps the wizard Franz…? The current master of the magic tower…?”

“Yes, well, that’s correct. I’ve been dispatched for the village relief activities…”

“Oh, right, we’re preparing at the back gate, so I’ll guide you there immediately.”

The priest, who had belatedly recalled the forgotten fact, scratched his head awkwardly.

Soon, Franz followed his guidance and arrived at the back gate.

The back gate was bustling with preparations for the village relief.

This was because village relief didn’t end with the saintess bestowing divine grace.

There was a lot to prepare, such as helping to repair broken buildings and replenishing the lacking food supplies.

However, even amidst such busy movements, countless gazes were directed at the hero who had saved the world.

‘This is uncomfortable…’

Franz didn’t particularly like receiving someone’s attention.

This was because having people watching him restricted his actions.

If he were to drink tea coldly, the whole world would hear about it.

The hero who saved the world was actually a person with no manners at all-, they would say.

But, come to think of it, isn’t there a saintess in the Saint Serbia Cathedral?

Likewise, they would have had a hero who saved the world right beside them, so why were they interested?

However, contrary to Franz’s thoughts, the hero they could see every day and the hero who rarely showed his face to the world felt different.

A hero among heroes, a celebrity among celebrities.

That was Franz.

At that moment, another hero who had saved the world appeared before Franz’s eyes.

With long blonde hair down to her waist, and a pure white nun’s habit embroidered with golden patterns.

It was the saintess.

Franz approached her immediately.

“Long time no see.”

“Huh…? Why are you here…?”

The saintess’s eyes widened in surprise upon discovering Franz.

In response, Franz took out a rolled-up document from the bag at his waist.

It was a document requesting the dispatch of a wizard from the Saint Serbia Cathedral.

“You requested a wizard from the magic tower, right? So here I am.”

“Is there any case where the Tower Master himself comes because a wizard was requested from the Magic Tower?!”

The Saintess’s words were reasonable.

It was rare for the Tower Master to personally make a visit unless the fate of the world was at stake.

But that was only because the previous Tower Masters were too full of themselves to do the work, not because the Tower Master couldn’t be dispatched to the field.

If Arian had heard, he would have furrowed his brows and delivered a one-hour sermon.

Franz retorted all objections with just one word.

“That’s the Tower Master’s prerogative.”

Sending wizards was the Tower Master’s prerogative.

Personally being dispatched was also the Tower Master’s prerogative.

If you didn’t like it, you should have become the Tower Master yourself – that was the mindset of a true old-timer.

Of course, the Saintess, upon hearing this, let out a hollow laugh as if she couldn’t believe it.

“Ha-, fine. Then do as the great Tower Master wishes.”

With those words, the Saintess hurried off to do her work, thinking that she had only wasted her breath.

So, what could Franz do?

As a dispatched wizard, he couldn’t just sit idle, so he had no choice but to help the clergy.

“Ah, put that over there. I’ll move it for you.”

As Franz moved his hand in the air, the relief supplies floated up all at once.

It was a spectacle that only a Grand Wizard could show, with hundreds of items flying through the air.

“Where should the food go?”

“The food goes over here.”

The clergyman pointed to a wagon with his finger.

With a light gesture from Franz, the food was neatly stacked in the wagon.

“Please tell me where the rest should go.”

“The wood goes in that wagon, the blankets and clothes go over there. And the miscellaneous items go at the very back.”

Once again, Franz only made a light gesture.

Then, the relief supplies floating in the air were automatically sorted and neatly stacked in each wagon.

The clergy were wide-eyed at the skill displayed by the Grand Wizard.

In the midst of this, there was one person with a sullen expression.

The Saintess was glaring at Franz while holding a box of food.

“That’s why I told you to just put it down.”

“Never mind. I’d rather do it alone than accept your help.”

It was at that moment when the saintess ignored Franz’s words and took a step forward.

All the clergy’s eyes turned to the saintess.

At the same time, something flashed in Franz’s vision.

＜Warning!＞

＜The emotions of Saintess Justia are running wild! If left unchecked, it could have a negative impact on the outcome!＞

Franz stared blankly at the sudden notification window.

In simple terms, it meant this:

The saintess was in a very bad mood, and if left alone, it could lead to the end of the world through a butterfly effect.

Sigh-.

Franz let out a short sigh and gestured into the air. Then the box in the saintess’s hand slowly began to float into the air.

The saintess turned her head and glared at Franz.

“I told you I didn’t need help, didn’t I?”

“You said to do as I please, so I did.”

Franz said that and placed the floating box on the carriage.

The saintess’s expression, which had been full of dissatisfaction, softened a little, and at the same time, the notification window that had filled Franz’s vision disappeared.

In fact, Franz had intended to just leave it alone.

There was no reason to step in and help when she insisted on doing it herself.

It didn’t seem like the saintess would turn into a villain over such a trivial matter.

But since the outcome was the destruction of the world, he didn’t want to leave even a slight possibility.

If moving a single box could prevent destruction, he would do it as many times as needed.

Still, there was some achievement.

The percentage next to the saintess’s name jumped from 1% to 5% in an instant.

The exact criteria were still unknown.

Shortly after, all preparations for departure were complete.

The clergy and the saintess boarded the carriage, and Franz also boarded the designated carriage under guidance.

If they had been in the same carriage, he could have asked her various things during the journey, so it was truly regrettable for Franz that they were in different carriages.

But, what could he do?

Unless they were traveling as part of a hero’s party, it was not appropriate for a man to ride in the same carriage as the saintess of the Goddess Church.

Franz thought.

Even saints live such rigid lives.

* * * * *

The only condition specified in the documents from St. Serpia Cathedral was one thing.

Escort.

Of course, the Goddess Church also has its own order of knights.

However, unlike in other fantasies, the Holy Knights did not possess overwhelming force.

They were just a group of knights who shared the same religious beliefs.

But even that was enough to deter the average riffraff.

The kind of bandits you often hear about.

Franz knew this, so he was somewhat at ease.

No matter how much they coveted gold and jewels, their lives were still precious to them.

The only exception would be if an evil cultist serving the Demon God attacked the carriage…

‘No way.’

Cultists weren’t that common, and they wouldn’t appear just at the right time.

But that ‘no way’ became reality.

“Cultists!!!”

“Prepare for battle, knights!!”

“Protect the Saintess!!”

Franz rubbed his forehead at the commotion outside the carriage.