I Became a Shaman in a Fantasy World - Chapter 65



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#65 Burning the sword with the holy sword (2)

– His Majesty’s permission has been granted.

Klein stared at the crystal ball quietly.

– Chris will be summoned to the palace soon.

“…”

Klein’s mouth was closed.

It’s not because it’s surprising news.

Because I didn’t really have anything to say.

If I must say something.

“It’s already too late.”

– …Did you say you were late?

The voice ringing out from the crystal ball became serious.

A low, hard voice.

The awkwardness Klein had been feeling disappeared at the tone he heard after a long time.

This was because his close friend, Paramon, was more suited to this type of speech.

I’ve been saying this for decades.

– Explain in detail. If something happened under the pretext of heresy…

“….”

– You will have to face the wrath of the Sword Master and the Elves.

Klein opened his mouth awkwardly as the atmosphere became increasingly serious.

Because even he was still dumbfounded.

“It’s already over. As soon as Chris gets involved in something, it’s over.”

It was a really short period of time, if you exclude the time Chris spent preparing something.

Because everything was over before the sun even set or rose again.

“They’ve caught all the traitors. Honestly, I’m dumbfounded.”

– This happens often when you hang out with Chris.

Klein laughed again after hearing the calm tone.

That’s because Paramon’s speech changed when Chris’s story came up.

– I’ll pick up Chris soon.

“That might be a bit difficult.”

– Is there any problem?

“The saint is due to be born soon. Chris has prepared it… I guess we should go together.”

In an instant, the sound coming from the crystal ball stopped.

It was that big news.

– This is very good news at this time.

“And the person in question is now unconscious and lying on the ground.”

– That happens often too.

“….”

After some pointless conversation, communication was lost.

The two had one thing in common.

I prepared a lot, but in the end it was meaningless.

Even the things that Paramon had prepared for Chris were no longer necessary.

It would have been a great help if it had been before Berthe was killed.

If the Emperor of the Empire were to detain someone as a heretic, it would create political problems.

“I still can’t believe it even after experiencing it myself.”

Klein, who had been standing still for a moment, lowered his head toward his hands.

Swish –

Hands that move carefully, fearing that something might get scratched.

A pure white cloth, not even a speck of dust on it, was rubbing the holy sword.

“The Holy Sword…”

Swish –

“Stepping on it with your feet…”

How could something so blasphemous happen?

Who would trample on the holy relics?

No one would believe that I even danced on it.

“…”

Chris, shaking his body on the holy sword with bare feet.

Klein slowly placed his finger on the blade.

Swish –

A very faint brush.

That small movement caused blood to flow from his fingertips.

“….Ugh!”

Klein was startled and moved the cloth to rub the holy sword.

Very preciously···.

“Master, we are ready to depart.”

Now the procession to welcome the saint will begin.

“Where is Your Majesty?”

Hans’ fingertips pointed in one direction.

“Great preparation.”

It was a very neat job.

As Klein walked towards it, he caught sight of a person.

Chris lying still with a pale face.

It was hard to imagine that he was a weak person with such cold eyes.

“Lord Klein, are you here?”

“We will be leaving soon.”

The Pope nodded with a faint smile.

It was a smile that went well with the neatly dressed white clothes.

The Pope wasn’t the only one who changed his clothes.

Everyone here was dressed the same way.

Clothes that only have white color.

It was a ceremonial outfit worn to welcome a saint.

“But…what is Miss Serena doing?”

Klein licked his lips as he watched Serena move.

Flowers began to pile up next to Chris, who was lying on a large plank.

He too was curious about that act and asked about it.

“…It’s called sincerity for Chris.”

“Hoo…”

The Pope was watching Serena with interest.

I looked at it like that for a long time.

The Pope’s eyes moved slowly and rested on the Holy Sword.

“You could say Sir Chris is our benefactor.”

“It is as Your Majesty said.”

“Since we have received a favor, shouldn’t we also show our sincerity?”

Klein nodded vigorously.

He is the person who helped in the birth of the saint.

Maybe the thing itself originated from Chris.

“My thoughts are as follows.”

“Please speak.”

“If Sir Chris were to carry the Holy Sword while we are together, wouldn’t his tired body be healed a little faster?”

Shudder.

Klein’s body froze stiffly.

This is because the image of the Holy Sword being trampled mercilessly by Chris’s feet came to mind.

“Ha… Haona, the Holy Sword is too much for someone to hold…”

“Isn’t that the person who appeared in the revelation of the saint? I think that’s enough…”

How could one object further to this?

A character from the revelation of the saint and a benefactor of the church.

It was already enough in itself.

“…All right.”

The Holy Sword moved to Chris.

A holy sword that is placed above the body with the tip pointing towards the feet.

Chris’s hands were brought to his chest and placed on the Holy Sword.

“The sacred power of the Holy Sword will heal Chris’s body.”

Serena, who was arranging flowers, nodded at Klein’s words.

And a small voice came out of his mouth.

It was unusual for Serena, who never spoke to anyone except Chris.

“…we need people’s sincerity.”

“Are you talking about sincerity?”

“Chris has always had a special ritual. He says he makes a pilgrimage…”

At Serena’s words, Hans, who had been loitering around, came running.

“I know that ritual!”

“How do you know that?”

“I watched what was done in the Elf Forest. I even participated in it myself.”

The eyes of the Pope and the surrounding priests gathered.

“Explain it.”

“First, you have to serve the food. Red food goes this way and white food goes that way.”

Serena, who had once prayed with Chris, nodded, confirming Hans’s words.

“And then we perform a special ceremony called bowing.”

Hans bowed to Chris as he demonstrated.

It was an act that was done slowly so that everyone could see clearly.

“There is something that Pharaoh has emphasized.”

“Ramon, are you talking? Tell me quickly.”

Klein’s expression changed when his friend’s name was mentioned.

Because if he was emphasizing something, it must have been something quite important.

“The most used movements in swordsmanship are its basic movements.”

Nod.

Nod.

The surrounding knights nodded simultaneously.

The same was true for Klein.

“And the basic thing used in this ritual is the bow.”

“Hoo…”

“He said that doing it twice is the most basic of the basics.”

“You mean twice?”

“Lord Paramon said that the heart is more important than actions, so everyone must put their heart into it.”

Everyone started to move their bodies and take their seats with determined faces.

It surrounds Chris lying among the flowers.

“In the Elf Forest, they prayed to the World Tree, so it is only right that we pray to the Lord and Illya. Let’s all proceed with the ritual.”

At that moment, Allure’s voice interrupted.

Allure, who had disappeared somewhere, has returned.

“No.”

The Pope asked Allure with an interested look on his face.

Because I knew you were the type of person who would never nitpick something like that.

“Can I ask why?”

“Mr. Chris…”

Aluard opened his mouth with a puzzled expression.

“He told me not to bow down just before I fell.”

“Hoo…”

Aluard, who had been thinking for a moment, continued speaking.

“In my humble opinion… I think Mr. Chris probably wanted to pray to God in the style of a church.”

“I see…”

“Indeed… what Lord Alured said seems to be true.”

Aluard’s voice began to gain strength from the sympathy of those around him.

“Chris said on the Holy Sword, ‘Don’t lose your way.’ I think he meant that we should continue on as we were doing.”

It was a logical statement.

Allure’s words were enough to convince those around him.

So much so that even the Pope nodded.

“That’s great.”

“Thank you, Your Holiness.”

The Pope looked around at everyone and opened his mouth.

“It is only natural that we should show our devotion to the benefactors of our church.”

Everyone nodded.

“Let’s take a moment to pray along the words of Sir Chris.”

As the Pope bowed his head, everyone bowed their heads and clasped their hands.

Prayers poured out for Chris.

The majority of the comments were asking God to be with Chris.

And in between, the sound of Serena’s flute seeped in.

“…Serena?”

It was a very sad sound of a flute.

So that anyone who hears it can tell what kind of emotions are contained in it.

Everyone bowed their heads with solemn faces.

And as the sound of the flute was heard, the Pope opened his mouth.

“Sir Chris will join you on your way to fetch the saint.”

And then the knights moved according to the command.

“Let’s get started.”

Chris is heard with him.

The knights lifted the large board on which Chris had been lying.

Carrying it on your shoulders.

“Everyone should have a reverent heart toward Christ’s sacrifice.”

“I heed Your Majesty’s words.”

And behind Chris.

Aluard came in holding something and took his seat.

“What is it?”

“Whenever Chris worshipped God, he always shook the bell.”

What he lifted up as he spoke was a fairly large piece of paper.

About the size of a child’s upper body.

Aluard lifted the stick with his other hand.

“I brought it with me in case it might be helpful.”

“That’s great.”

Soon the sound of a bell began to ring out, mingling with the sound of a flute.

Bigeye –

If Chris had heard it, he would have said, “That’s right.”

As the procession started, a white wave was created.

Bigeye –

Everyone was walking with a solemn expression.

And Chris’s body flinched as he was told by the paladin.

“S…sangyo…I’d rather bow…”

Bigeye –

Chris’s faint voice was drowned out by the sound of the bell.

“Am I a corpse…”