Raising the Saint of the Evil God in the Novel - Raising the Saint of the Evil God in the Novel chapter 15

15 – Chapter 15

My oldest memory is mealtime.

A meal that consisted entirely of potatoes and thin soup.

But even he was very happy.

“Mom! Are you going to work again?”

“Yes, I will come back early today. Please wait carefully.”

“Ugh…”

After that meal, when Mom left the house to ‘work’, we started to feel bored.

“Angela, do you want to go out and play?”

“Ummm…But mom told me to wait at home…”

“Secretly! It’s okay if you don’t get caught! Huh? Let’s go out only once!”

And was the outing guided by him?

For the first time, we picked up a fairy tale on the street.

Aria and I thought about what to do for a long time with the fairy tale.

“Skewer! Let’s eat skewers! The other day, the old man said it’s two fairy tales! Let’s share one!”

“Angela has such a strong appetite. If you eat like that, one day you will become a pig.”

“Okay, Pig! Too bad! Then what are you going to do!”

“Um…Would you like to go to the temple?”

Temple!

At that time, temples existed to us, but they were places we couldn’t enter.

You have to pay to enter, but where is the money for those of us who were young?

A fairy tale that suddenly occurred to us made us move to the temple.

hahahaha… Thinking about it now, it’s ridiculous.

I wonder how much it would cost to enter the temple, so I went to the temple with a fairy tale…

“Here, hold Angela’s hand!”

“What are you saying, because I’m the older sister, Aria hold my hand!”

I arrived at the temple arguing like that, and from then on, things happened that could only be called his guidance.

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What is the probability that the grandfather I spoke to in the plaza right in front of the temple is one of the bishops?

What is the probability that a cloud suddenly fills in and the light shines on only one person?

“Ah, ah… A new saint!!!”

What is the probability that someone’s cry will be directed at me?

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Since then, our family has become much richer than before.

My mother no longer had to work,

Our meals have become full-fledged delicious foods.

But is the richness of the mind and the richness of the body in inverse proportion?

The inside of it slowly began to twist.

Aria’s jealousy, envy.

Mother’s sloth, negligence, indifference.

And my sorrow and jealousy watching it.

On top of that, the pain that was given to me.

For some reason, he never spoke to me.

No matter what happened, he didn’t talk to me and told Arya to tell it.

So it’s only natural that Arya and I would be jealous of each other.

Aria was jealous of my mouth and I was jealous of her ears.

Now that I think about it, it was a foolish act.

Arya hears her ears, and I hear her mouth.

However, we were young and inexperienced, so we couldn’t do that.

How many years must it have been for them to fight and criticize each other every day?

One morning, Arya disappeared.

No one in the temple had seen it, and I finally went to visit her mother.

“Um, Mom! Arya, Arya is gone!”

But what came back was an answer full of debauchery, exhaustion, and irresponsibility.

“Huh? Aah… Isn’t it about time to become independent?”

My mother, who sipped alcohol from a jeweled glass and said so in a hazy voice, is an unforgettable past.

And from that day on, I cut ties with the outside world.

I tried as hard as I could to somehow get him to talk to me.

I tried to get his attention somehow, in a way that no one else did, and as much as no one else could.

I stopped eating and drinking and only prayed until I collapsed, or I copied every verse of the Bible over and over again.

The same as everyone else, even to the outcasts that no one wanted to deal with.

The tone of voice has also changed to suit a saint.

Is that all?

More than anyone else, she acted in accordance with her title as a saint.

I acted on things that were dirty and avoided unconditionally.

He acted benevolently towards everyone.

He was kind to everyone.

But what came back to me like that?

A dishonorable nickname of ‘a saint abandoned by God’.

A quiet prayer room.

Sneering voices.

People who pretend to be worried.

Sometimes, really sometimes, I really resent Heavenly God.

Why did you give me the title of a saint?

Why did he give me the title of saintess and not say anything to me?

How many times have you thought about that?

In the end, I decided to accept this series of sufferings in the name of trials.

The title of saintess was given by her, but the conflict was created by us.

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As expected, after a few years, it seems that the virtues of the world are waning.

The ordeal was still going on, and there is no one who is unaware of it.

Perhaps he just lost interest.

“Whoa…”

Today, I put my hands together and finished my prayer in front of the statue of Heavenly God.

I hope that this ordeal will end as soon as possible.

After praying like that, on the way back to my room, I hear a small whisper.

The sound of three men talking.

“…I am the saintess of evil spirits.”

“Then you can’t get past it. The only chance today is…”

“Yes, we need to leave right now.”

“Then I can’t inform the church.”

I unintentionally heard the stories of the paladins.

But the content was enough to erase even the guilt of stealing it.

The saintess of evil spirits. Opportunity today. Depart right away. Do not inform the church

I was about to move to speak to the bishop immediately, but a thought suddenly crossed my mind.

‘An ordeal is something you have to overcome, and you can’t overcome it by waiting.’

Then maybe this is the ordeal given to me?

Isn’t it the end of the ordeal that has arrived at the end of waiting?

…If that’s really the case, I can’t miss this opportunity.

Because it could be the first and last chance.

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How long had it been since you put on your cloak and stepped on their heels?

I see two people I’ve never seen before on the other side.

One holding a bow and the other holding a staff.

“Oh! Here it is! …But why four people?”

Oops, it’s ruined.

As soon as they heard the archer’s words, the knights drew their swords and turned around.

Perhaps they felt something strange there, and the archers and wizards were also ready to attack me.

I thought I would really die if I stayed like this, so I hurriedly threw off the hood I was wearing.

“Sung, saintess? Why are you here…”

At the same time, words of surprise came out of the knights’ mouths.

“Huh? A saint?”

A surprise archer and wizard are a bonus.

“Holy Lady, why are you here! This place is dangerous!”

“…I am a believer before being a saint of the Sun Bridge. Then I also have a duty to stand up to the saintess of evil spirits.”

“But…”

I know what they mean.

Must be referring to her being a ‘saint forsaken by God’.

“I will go too.”

I cut off the paladin’s words and added a stern comment.

I know it’s a hindrance to them, but I have to overcome the ordeal no matter what.

They took a deep breath and asked what they could do.

“I can do some healing.”

Of course, it is not the authority that He directly bestowed upon us.

It is a much lower quality healing than that used by ordinary priests, which was created by simply gathering and combining information from books.

But even so, if I don’t appeal to my usefulness, I might really leave it behind.

The archer started to help, as if he seemed very sorry for my desperate appearance.

“Still, she said she was a saint? Isn’t that enough power then?”

“….”

However, the articles are not easy to answer.

Since my existence is the same as the church’s shame, it would be difficult for me to confess about myself.

“Okay then! Let’s go!”

After saying that, the archer started walking ahead.

Wizards and knights follow him.

I also follow them.

After walking that long, we arrived at a forest with thick trees.

Everyone looking at one place nervously.

After a while, I see a small light soaring toward the sky through the branches, and I start moving my feet again.

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“Mandible, mandible, mandible…”

Maybe it’s because I ran too much. I’m out of breath and my lungs are about to tear.

All the people who were with me until now were martyred.

But I am happy.

I am very happy.

I can’t help it even if I hear that I’m disqualified as a saint.

Happiness is uncontrollable.

Finally, finally, he spoke to me.

Is that all?

The fact that the gripping tentacles of the evil spirit withdrew is proof that he protected me.

On top of that, the sunlight wrapped around my body and healed me.

Whoever saw it recognized me.

At this level, I’m sure other people will have no choice but to acknowledge me.

Yes, after being recognized, I have to find Arya again, and I have to mend my relationship with her mother again.

With that sweet dream in mind, I started running again to the temple.