I Became a Fake Priest the Saintess Is Obsessed With - I Became a Fake Priest the Saintess Is Obsessed With chapter 52

52 – Blue roses among daffodils (6)

Lesia is being dragged away by those who cover her body with robes.

It was easy to guess who they were.

The smaller ones are women, and the bigger ones are men.

The demonic energy that can be felt throughout the body tells us that they are believers of the demon religion.

I was able to resist them dragging me, but she didn’t move.

Stupid North, a suspicious church, and a demonic den where you will find companions.

Lesia no longer knew where she should go.

I can’t trust anyone, and I don’t want to trust anyone.

And you can’t trust yourself either.

She just thought that the place she was dragged to was her own final destination.

Even if that place led to his destruction, he was prepared to accept it calmly.

“Ha… It’s enough to come to such a dark place. Let’s rest for a while.”

The two demon gods who stepped into her alley tied up Lesia and took her breath away.

It was quite a distance from the market street to the back alley, so it was natural that running all the way here would be tiring.

“This guy doesn’t resist even once. I guess he was mistaken and brought the wrong wooden doll, right?”

One of the demonic cultists who was taking a break touched her cheek.

Her transparent cheeks were dirty with handprints.

Lesia does not resist.

She just looked down at her floor with her unfocused eyes.

“Is there such a thing as a wooden doll? The reason it’s doing that is because its mind is broken.”

“I see… Anyway, you have a very pretty face for a young subject. Hey, how long did Riley tell you to catch him?”

“Until the day after tomorrow.”

“Then you said it was okay to get hurt?”

“He told me to catch him no matter what if he resists. But why am I asking that?”

“You know what I do to the guy I catch.”

Although the man was covering his face, he could be seen smiling unpleasantly.

The woman sighed.

“It’s a bad taste… Enjoy it yourself. I’ll hide him and bring a carriage to get out.”

“Take it as leisurely as possible. I need time to enjoy it too.”

The woman turned and walked out of her alley.

The man let out an unpleasant laugh and took off the hat of his robe.

“What do you think of my face? I’m pretty handsome, right?”

The man pushed Lesia in the face.

His face was quite ugly.

Torn wounds all over the face, half-cut off earlobes, and sunken noses.

It looks closer to a monster from a fairy tale than to a human face.

Lesia looked at him without blinking.

“…He looks completely unimpressed. Is he mentally dead? There’s no point in being tormented.”

The man took something out from inside his robe.

What he took out was a small fruit.

The bridge is rusty and hardened blood can be seen here and there.

Lesia glanced at his wrist before he took out the knife.

The wide hem of the sleeves showed his wrists very clearly, and he had significant marks of self-harm on them.

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From that, I guess the scars on his face were probably self-made.

“It’s a very pretty face… If you create it, it will be a masterpiece…”

The man thrust a knife into Lesia’s face.

The blunt but sharp blade scratched Lesia’s cheek, and her cheek became red with blood running down it.

Lesia remained silent, unable to feel the sting of her wounds.

“You don’t even scream… Tsk, it’s not fun after all. But for the sake of art, you can give up entertainment.”

Then the man started messing up Lesia’s face.

As he beat her with his fists and clawed at her face with her teeth, he meets her dead eyes.

“Oh… This is quite beautiful. It quietly contains the despair and pain of the living…”

The man felt ecstatic at the despair in her blue eyes.

Very quiet, very cold despair.

For someone with a unique sense of art, the emotions in those eyes were more beautiful than any jewel.

He smiled brightly and looked into Lesia’s eyes.

I was thinking of pulling it out completely.

He grabs the knife.

But he could not hold his sword because the stone hit his hand.

“Phew…! Who are you?!”

The man quickly grabbed the knife and turned his attention to where the stone had come from.

There is a silver-haired boy there.

The boy looks at Lesia and then looks at the man with a cold gaze.

“…Mono Ena, priest of the Celestial Church.”

The man who heard the boy’s name was very embarrassed.

The name Mono Ena is the true name of the Heavenly God.

The boy who identified himself as a priest claimed to be none other than God.

“Bullsh*t…! Is this a priest calling himself the name of God?!”

“It’s just a matter of revealing one’s name.”

“So you’re saying you’re a god?”

“Of course. And the reason this body steps directly on Neve’s land is to punish you.”

The boy slowly approached the man.

The man was overcome by the boy’s momentum and had no choice but to take a step back.

I don’t feel any power from the boy.

But because of the boy’s words, he retreats.

This is because the appearance of the Heavenly God, written in a record in his meager knowledge, was very similar to the boy, and his courage to approach an opponent holding a sword with his bare hands was suspicious.

“Ha! What does this guy mean that someone called the Heavenly God himself comes forward? He really can’t lie…!”

“Is your energy broken? Can’t you feel the child’s s*xual power?”

“What does that mean?!”

“Ha… This is why the poor people…”

The boy covered his face with one hand and shook his head, as if facing an insect.

He stopped in front of Lesia.

And he puts his hand on Resia’s shoulder.

A fleeting moment.

At that moment, all the wounds on Lesia’s face were healed.

“What…?”

The man was shaken by what happened before his eyes.

There is no time to get angry that the work of art has been destroyed, and alertness to miraculous abilities rises.

“This child is a sprout that will soon attain divinity and become a saint. I am setting out to protect that sprout.”

The boy proudly declared and took out a small cross.

The cross with the pointed end seems like it could be used as a weapon.

“It’s a lie! God… God speaks for someone! It’s an unbelievable lie!”

“It’s not for you to judge. For now, you just have to be happy to be on the judgment stand and be judged by me.”

“It’s a lie… It’s a lie…!”

The boy’s tone, behavior, and arrogance.

They are very consistent with the information the man knows.

But the man denies it.

In order to deny the past of being abandoned by God, he denies it.

The man who grabbed the sword frantically swung it at the boy.

“It’s not even fun. An attack based on emotions has a clear trajectory.”

The attack unfolds at incredible speed, but the boy leisurely dodges the sword.

In between rather promiscuous attacks, a cross is stabbed into the man’s cheek.

“……!”

“… It’s so pathetic that this is all I have.”

The boy who took the cross out of his cheek took two steps back.

The man could no longer attack and fell to his knees.

“Ugh…! What did you do…!”

“Well, just think about it for a while.”

The man sways like an event balloon and soon falls down.

“Ugh… I barely defeated that crazy guy…”

It was only then that Ivan stopped acting.

He slumps down, his legs feeling weak.

“……How did you do it?”

Lesia, who was watching the fight between Ivan and the man, became agitated and asked a question.

Ivan had absolutely no chance of beating the man.

Because there was a difference in power between the two, like heaven and earth.

But Ivan knocked the man down.

“Oh, it looks like all your anger has gone away.”

“Just answer the question.”

“It’s all about the power of faith and positivity.”

“……”

Lesia looked at Ivan.

Ivan felt murderous intent in her gaze.

“Really… Even though I saved him, he still doesn’t believe what people say.”

Ivan just fell down completely, stretching out his arms behind him.

“I guess it’s because of the lies and medicine. I made him lose his guard with lies and knocked him out by using a poison that would be difficult to use again.”

Ivan takes the cross in his hand and puts it into his bosom.

It is a cross-shaped syringe that he made himself.

“Still, you should think of it as the power of positivity and faith. I accepted that I was lying, and I won because I believed that I would deceive him.”

“……”

“Ugh… No matter how much I think about it, it doesn’t make sense. I can’t believe I used poison made from Silly’s horn to save the child…”

“… If it’s expensive, I shouldn’t have used it. As you said, it doesn’t make sense.”

A smile appears on Ivan’s lips as he covers his face with his arms.

“Yes, I only saved you with poison, so it’s not profitable.”

Lesia was taken aback by his words.

Ivan chuckled and stood up, dusting himself off.

“Hey, kid. Did you ask why I endure pain and treat people?”

“……Yes.”

Ivan looks at the sun in the sky.

“I’m using my abilities to make the world a little better. To draw a future where everyone smiles in this world full of pain.”

His eyes were determined and very sincere.

Unlike the red-haired girl, pure positivity strengthened by determination.

Lesia could not help but be shaken by his innocence.

“Come on, let’s go back.”

Ivan offers his hand to the frozen girl.

“……Where? Where do I have to go back?”

“That’s up to you. But… Follow me now.”

Lesia, who hesitated, soon took his hand.

The girl who could not trust anyone was once again drawn to someone’s innocence.

Later, Lesia stayed with Ivan at the church for about six years.

Afterwards, Lesia, who awakened her abnormal s*xual power, was officially scouted by Cheonshinism and became a saint.