I Became a Shaman in a Fantasy World - Chapter 67



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#67 A Saint is Born (1)

When I opened my eyes, my body was shaking and I saw the blue sky.

Shake.

Shake.

“…?”

Bigeye –

“….?”

What a peculiar bell sound.

A sound somewhere between a gong and a bell.

I think it would be perfect to use when something good happens.

The divine power that resonated gently also resembled the holy sword.

Will it go well with the spirit?

“Oh, Ilya! Please look after Chris’s sacrifice…”

It was Aluard’s voice.

My heart aches when I hear how desperate the voice is.

This time, a voice of an unknown person was heard.

“What a noble sacrifice this is. For us, who have never met you before….”

“He’s not the type of person to just lie there…”

The Pope’s voice of regret was also heard.

“Sir Chris…Wake up quickly…”

I appreciate you worrying about me.

But did it really have to be said like that?

This time Hans’ voice was heard.

“You may not know this, but this is not the first time that Chris has made a sacrifice.”

“Father Hans, I would like to hear the story of when Chris was still well.”

“He sacrificed his two eyes to save an innocent soul…”

“Two…two eyes?”

“You haven’t seen the world for a while.”

Sighs came out here and there.

And Hans continued speaking.

“Even in the Elf Forest, you shed blood to save the elves.”

I could tell without even looking.

Everyone’s eyes were on Serena.

“Serena, who is here, witnessed Chris’s sacrifice.”

“Ugh…”

It’s true that I’ve had a hard time.

It didn’t feel bad to hear such words of encouragement.

I would have been happier if the content and atmosphere had not been so subtle.

“You are not the kind of person who should be lying down here… You deserve to be happier…”

The atmosphere became increasingly strange.

It’s like the atmosphere of a funeral home talking about the life of a deceased person.

“I heard Ilya’s voice through Chris.”

“Me too.”

I’ve already come to my senses.

But even though I wanted to get up, I couldn’t.

The atmosphere was too eerie to get up now.

I feel like I shouldn’t get up.

“Iris, the Goddess of the Night, has already visited ten times…”

“…?”

Who has been there and how many times?

Then it won’t work?

“Chris shows no sign of coming to his senses.”

“It feels longer than when I was in the Elf Forest.”

“Isn’t that how much trouble you’ve had?”

You’ve had a hard time.

And then, Serena’s voice was heard.

“chris?”

“….”

At the same time, the shaking body stopped.

The knights who were moving something similar to the bier I was lying on stopped.

“Is Chris awake?”

Now was the chance to get rid of this nonsense.

Suddenly –

As I stood up vigorously, one of the priests walking in front of me started to tremble.

“Ugh…!”

“Ugh…Chris…!”

Woof woof.

The priests around me gathered around me.

What should I say?

There were a huge number of them.

More than I thought.

The Pope walked right in front of me.

“You’re finally awake. I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”

Allud, Hans, and even Klein were all looking at my body from side to side.

Serena’s gaze was pouring down on me as if it was going to pierce me.

This wasn’t what was important right now.

“Where is this?”

“I’m following the direction the divine power is pointing me in. I think I’m almost there…”

Too much time has already passed.

I never thought I’d be passed out for this long.

It was a little difficult.

“You haven’t arrived yet…?”

“Is something wrong?”

“that is…”

“By any chance…is it related to the saint?”

That’s right.

The atmosphere froze in an instant.

It must be an extremely sensitive issue for them.

“Tell me quickly. Has something happened to the saint?”

If something had happened, it would have happened.

“Do you remember what I said back then? That the saint was about to be born…”

“I remember it clearly.”

“It must have already been born.”

Swish –

My single word froze the atmosphere.

“Uh… when did you say that…?”

If I were to recall the memories from that time, roughly… .

“About… four days ago?”

“….!!!!”

Everyone’s faces changed into expressions of shock.

There is a reason why I didn’t mention my date of birth.

Because it wasn’t that far away.

If you go by horseback, it is a distance that is so close that you will definitely arrive before the saint is born.

But why on earth are these people walking?

“It has been a tradition for generations to go to greet a saint or a holy person and walk on foot.”

“…yes?”

Come to think of it, their clothes were different from usual.

People dressed in pure white clothes without exception.

It seemed like he was paying much more attention than when he received the trust.

“…It turned out like this.”

I looked up at the sky and saw that the divine power was still flowing.

There really isn’t much left now.

“Well… I guess he was born already, but I don’t think anything will happen.”

“….”

“…..”

Why was the reaction strange?

Can you even hear me?

“We will all run at full speed.”

“I obey Your Majesty’s command!”

People who had been taking each step carefully until just now began to move quickly.

It was almost like a gallop.

The problem is….

“Um…Um, let me down here…”

The thing is, I’m running while carrying the bier I was lying on.

Surprisingly, even though I was moving violently, my body felt comfortable.

It doesn’t shake much.

Bigeye –

Bigeye –

“Where did you get that?”

Bigeye –

The bells began to ring faster and faster, following the quickening footsteps.

Why on earth do they keep ringing the bell?

“Chris! I need to say hello to you again, but… I’ll hold off for a bit.”

“her…”

What a ridiculous situation I found myself in as soon as I woke up from fainting.

It was so different from what I expected.

Who would have thought that the birth of a saint would be delayed?

“Don’t worry, the saint is fine!”

Woorur –

I guess you can’t hear what I’m saying.

Only Aluard asked me a question from the side.

“Was…the saint born healthy?”

“of course.”

“But… we are going deeper and deeper into the forest…”

As Allure said, the direction we were going was into the forest.

There were very thick trees hanging down.

“Was the saint born in a place like this? Your family must have lived in the forest.”

It’s similar, but a little different.

The saint is now….

“Um… I guess I’ll be alone?”

“….yes?”

“I must have been alone as soon as I was born.”

“……”

“……As soon as you were born?”

“I guess so.”

Klein’s face hardened to a stern expression.

The Pope’s face was surprisingly red.

“…When did you say the saint was born?”

“Four days ago.”

“Then…then from then on, I couldn’t eat anything for four days…”

The speed was getting faster.

Now my hair is blowing in the wind.

“I told you nothing would happen.”

“Chris, are you feeling okay?”

Serena asked calmly, as if she believed what I said without any doubt.

“My body hurts a little, but it’s not bad.”

“That’s fortunate.”

I was getting closer to the direction the divine powers were pointing to.

It’s a very exciting thing for me too.

That’s understandable, because he had a dream while he was passed out.

I had a dream that the Lord himself came to me.

It was a fairly large lot.

“This doesn’t make sense…”

If you come this far and don’t know who the shaman is, then you should give up being a shaman.

But this really doesn’t make sense.

There is a saying that one is born holding on to a rope.

God is coming down the rope.

It’s like my ancestors’ gods passing on the orders of the great god.

A god this big doesn’t just come down.

“But how does this work…”

The appearance of the body god I saw in my dream was as radiant as when I went to the elf forest last time.

Now, the shape is pretty clear to see… .

A look of regret and sorrow.

Maybe it was because it was a blurry dream, but my memory was also blurry, but it was clear.

“Did I say I was sorry for leaving you alone…?”

“…chris?”

I wonder if my words left quite a lingering impression.

Serena looked at me with wide eyes.

“Oh, the saint has a similar fate to me.”

“With Chris?”

“Maybe it’s because you took possession of it yourself.”

In an instant, divine power shot out quickly, glowing.

“They’re all here.”

It was a mystical sight.

A place where all kinds of wild animals gather.

There lay a baby wrapped in a white cloth.

Without even making a single common cry.

“W…you are a saint!”

“Ah….Ilya!”

“Oh, please check the saint’s condition quickly!”

At the Pope’s words, the female priests ran out and carefully surrounded the saint.

“That’s because I said I was fine.”

Don’t these people even feel it?

How great is the divine power contained within that little saint.

Shouts of excitement erupted from all over.

“God sent me a saint!”

At that moment, urgent voices rang out from the female priests who had gone to examine the saint.

“S… Your Majesty…!”

“hmm…?”

The voice was so urgent that it seemed like there was a problem.

That can’t be happening… .

“There is a bruise on the saint’s back…!”

“What did you just say!”

“How can there be wounds on the saint’s body!”

It was nothing special, as I expected.

What should I say again… .

“Check it out now!”

There has never been a fuss like this.

Of course that bruise is there.

“Hey… Mr. Pope?”

“The situation is critical now, so please speak later.”

“That’s the… Mongolian spot…”

It was a mark of my grandmother’s caressing.