Raising the Saint of the Evil God in the Novel - Raising the Saint of the Evil God in the Novel chapter 27

27 – Chapter 27

“Illusion.”

As the storyteller murmured, small lights began to form in the air.

[Large. Greatness. Ah. I’m fine. Good.]

The storyteller’s voice, which seems to resonate in the space itself, creates a dreamy atmosphere by merging with the illusion.

The lights, which repeatedly gathered and scattered in the air, created the silhouette of a girl who was going somewhere.

Illyana couldn’t help but be surprised by this, and her body trembled.

But regardless of that, the story of the storyteller began.

******

I grabbed her trembling chest and secretly returned to the temple.

It may not end at the level of scolding.

You have violated his command.

No, it definitely will.

If you’re weak, you’re in solitary confinement, if you’re severe… Whoa…

‘Huh… It’s okay. It’s something I committed to accepting everything. And then… And then…’

-Burr

Even now, when I think about it, my whole body is filled with joy.

A golden barrier that protected me from the power of the evil spirit.

That was him no matter how anyone saw it.

“Sup… ha… good.”

Taking a deep breath to calm his mind, he opened the back door and went inside.

But what I saw before my eyes was an unexpected scene.

“Everyone get ready! You! There are not enough candles in the prayer room, get them!”

“Yes!”

The priests and apprentice priests were busy preparing something.

One of them sees me and runs this way.

As she closed her eyes and lowered her head in fear of what kind of screams she would hear, the priest hurriedly spoke up.

“Ah, saintess. You have to go to the central prayer room.”

“Middle, central prayer room? What’s going on?”

“The heavenly god suddenly said that he would give an oracle, so a trustee meeting is scheduled to take place.”

Did the priests not know I was gone?

Well, even though I’ve been stuck in the prayer room for hours, no one is looking for me, so it’s possible that I don’t know.

“Oh, I see.”

Then why did the heavenly god suddenly open the oracle?

Is the holy war starting with today’s fight against evil spirits?

-Beep

“…You’re late. Miss Angela. Where have you been?”

“That, just in the prayer room…”

“He wasn’t in the prayer room, but… Ha… That’s it. Please have a seat.”

“Oh, yes.”

After avoiding a seat with about 5 other saints, I suddenly start to get nervous.

It’s also the first time he’s been to a trusteeship where his voice can be heard, but that’s not the main source of tension.

‘How should I listen to his voice…’

Whatever my intentions, it is certain that I have disobeyed what He commanded.

And yet to hear his voice again without any punishment.

‘…After the trusteeship meeting, I should confess to the bishop.’

At that time, a brilliant light began to enter the large central prayer room.

At the same time, the other saints and I knelt down and began to pray.

Then he heard his voice.

[…My children.]

“”Yes.””

When several voices answered at the same time to his voice that sounded sad somewhere, the voice continued.

[From today, the youngest saintess will be punished as follows.]

At the same time, all five pairs of eyes of the other saints who were praying with their eyes closed turned to me.

My hands are shaking.

No, my whole body is shaking.

Until now, the Heavens had never directly declared that they would punish, except for the heinous apostates.

‘It’s okay, it’s okay. You decided to take it all You decided to accept everything.’

I think so, but as the reality approaches, cold sweat begins to flow all over my body.

And his words are given.

[Forbidden to hear my voice.]

[Forbid me to ask.]

[Deprive her of her place as a saint.]

[Deprived of the position of a believer.]

Every time a disposition is given against me, my head turns white.

[… Lowers the mark of heresy.]

“Ah.”

My head can’t make proper judgments because I can’t breathe properly, but I have to spit out word after word.

“I will, I will… I will…”

It’s a fair punishment.

I have disobeyed His command.

Not once, but twice.

But I don’t regret it.

How can this not be heresy?

But his voice didn’t stop with that.

[However, considering what you have done as a saint, you are forgiven for certain sins, so please do not inflict any other punishment other than expulsion.]

This is His last mercy.

Maybe it’s not mercy, but even greater pain.

“”I will serve you.””

As the other saints besides me answered, the pouring light disappeared.

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!”

At the same time, I feel a burning pain in my shoulder as I hold her breasts and breathe hard.

One of the saints approaches and roughly rolls up her clothes, revealing a clear mark of heresy engraved on her shoulder.

“…Disgusting… Escort!”

-Duck

“Yes!”

“…This is heresy. Please banish me.”

“…”

The saintess’ escort looked at me as if she didn’t understand her order for a moment, then looked at the mark on my shoulder and crumpled her expression.

“…Bring it out!”

“Ah, he said no other punishment besides expulsion.”

“…I understand.”

The escort heard the saintess’ words and changed her direction and started dragging me.

“Sorry, sorry… Sorry… Sorry…”

As she dragged herself along without thinking of resisting, the voice raised by her divine power resounded through her temple.

“… From her today, according to her will, I excommunicate her Saint Angela and declare her a heretic. For her, but by His grace, no punishment befalls her except her banishment. … Her details will be announced at a later date.”

As the voice resounds, the gaze at me, who was being dragged along, changes.

From a gaze wondering what was going on, to a gaze of contempt and loathing.

“Sorry… Sorry…”

They were dragged away while crying and begging for fault, and finally they were thrown on the street.

“Huh…”

“…Get out of here. If I can give you one piece of advice, I recommend getting out of town before nightfall.”

-Bang

“Ahhhhh”

How many times did he lie down on the street and cry, but before he knew it, the street was filled with shadows.

Then I felt the eyes full of evil.

The voice resounding inside the temple must have been heard outside as well.

…If we continue like this, we will not be able to atone for Him and will be killed by angry believers.

I managed to get out of the castle gate before the day completely set by moving my immovable legs.

******

[And she thought. She said that He protected her.]

[Even though he made a mistake, he didn’t tell the details of the mistake, and he was only expelled, so he must have done it for himself.]

[Of course, that couldn’t be the case with the girl who touched the inscribed heresy. She knew it best, but she did.]

[So she muttered one last word and walked down the endless road.]

[“…I will wander for the rest of my life to find a way to be forgiven by you. Until then, I will live by abandoning myself…” She murmured.]

As soon as the storyteller’s words were finished, the illusion of the girl walking in the opposite direction from the beginning collapsed.

When I glanced at Illyana next to her, she was making a bloody expression just like when she was told that she was a young lady again.

‘The fact that the storyteller told me a story is definitely something that has to do with me and the kid…’

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But it has nothing to do with me.

That means…

Looking at Illyana again, I see that she is still making that expression.

‘…Couldn’t it be… That this kid is that saint?’

There is a possibility.

The figure shown earlier in silhouette was exactly the height of Illyana.

‘Wow… I really shouldn’t touch this.’

But my desire doesn’t let that go.

I started acting in an awkward acting tone.

“Hmm… I suddenly want to pray after hearing about the Taeyang Bridge. But I don’t know how to pray… Who won’t teach me~ Ah, yes. Little. Do you know how to pray?”

“…I know… I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can tell you.”

‘That’s right.’

It feels like my brain is brightly lit up.

Are you thinking that it is blasphemy for a heretic to pray?

Shoulders…

‘…No matter how hard it is, that won’t work. They must be desperately trying to hide it.’

We decided to promise later.

When I put my mouth close to the storyteller’s ear, the storyteller hated it and avoided it.

I turned the storyteller’s head back and whispered a question.

“Stay calm… Then, does that have something to do with the Paladins moving this time around?”

“That’s… I can’t tell you because the story isn’t finished yet.”

“Ah… Tsk. Then there is nothing you can do.”

I heard about it.

As always, it was a story worth four gold coins.

“Then, shall we go? Let’s go, kid.”

“…Yes.”

“Haa… I was attacked today too…”

“If you’re going to talk, you should just talk. It’s like this because we even play games together.”

In the middle of the story, I rolled the four gold coins I found again with the cards that were continuously passed in my hand and moved my steps outside.

‘Money must have been solid. Shall I buy clothes for the kid? Wear clothes that show off your shoulders.’