Surviving as a Saint in Another World

Phase(10)

It would have been perfect if he left the church and went back to the academy with the shouts of people behind him, and was wrapped up in a futon, but unfortunately that was impossible.

After the worship service, we were supposed to have a separate meeting with the people of the group that officially named it, and the service wasn’t completely over. It wasn’t even morning yet.

The day is too long…

Of course, the place I went back to after the speech was the waiting room where I was at the beginning. The waiting room where the bishop had his eyes wide open and Celia had a face that looked like she was going to die at any moment.

help me.

Feeling like putting my face into the jaws of a beast, I went back to the waiting room and sat down on a chair. Both of their eyes turned to me.

I’m a timid person who covers a lot of faces, but I hope you don’t stare at me like that.

“sorry…”

While I was thinking about that, Celia opened her mouth in a dejected voice next to me.

I was very concerned about the bishop’s movement, but I couldn’t pass it up properly because Celia’s aura was getting dark.

“What are you so sorry about?”

In fact, I fully guessed why Celia was doing this, but I induced a conversation by asking back.

Celia was one of the people who actively participated in the construction of the stone statue even though she was close to me, unlike the people outside who were still shouting about faith, hope and love.

Of course, the sense of responsibility I felt was different from those outside.

In this situation, it was much more efficient to give customized comfort than to repeat what you said earlier and treat it the same way that you did nothing wrong.

“I didn’t understand Ronan’s will and was stubborn. Just as Ronan said. I wanted to show off Ronan’s achievements to people. I wanted everyone to praise Ronan. I wanted to prove my faith.”

Although I have said that such an attitude outside does not help to have correct beliefs, in fact, I do not think that such an attitude is strange or wrong.

Unless you live alone in a cave, isn’t it natural human nature to want to be recognized by society?

If the desire to be recognized wasn’t the faith that priests send to other priests, it wouldn’t have been such a problem in the first place.

“The biggest problem is that after hearing what Ronan said, I still don’t think I did something wrong. I understand with my head, but I can’t accept it. Have I already been on the wrong path for an irretrievably long time? Is it already too late? “

But can we purify our language a bit? There is a wicked bishop behind us right now who is looking for an opportunity.

“Celia.”

I interrupted by holding Celia’s hands and calling her name to block her mouth before she could spit out more explosive remarks.

“I fully understand that feeling. If someone denied what I believed to be right up to now, I would feel that all my efforts were in vain.”

At my words, Celia looked at me with a startled face as if asking how she knew that and nodded.

Unless a person has never failed in their life, no one knows what that feeling is like. Maybe it was because the shock was so great, it seemed like my head wasn’t working well.

Alright, let’s blur the point by mixing Celia’s insistence on statues with the efforts she’s made so far.

In fact, it is easy to be influenced by other people’s words when your head is not working well due to a big shock and your heart is soft.

“But, Celia, just because the result is wrong doesn’t mean the process is wrong. The world’s logic has a corner that is difficult for the intellect to understand, so the wrong process can bring the right result, and the right process can also bring the wrong result.”

At my words, Celia’s expression blurred and her head tilted. Yes, I’m sure you can’t figure out what nonsense you’re talking about.

But you don’t have to think hard.

To put it simply, everything in the world is just luck. The lucky ones are the best, and the unlucky ones can’t do anything.

A typical example of that is me. Even though I went through a very normal life-meoking process called cheat reincarnation in another world, the result is something seriously wrong with struggling to live. Is there a more certain example than this?

Of course, this is just my true intention, and it is not an appropriate consolation to give to Celia, not only to Celia, but to others. Who can understand if I say that everything in the world is luck, that you are doing something wrong because you are not lucky right now. If it were me, I would curse the world right now. that’s it

“The point is, you don’t have to deny what you’ve been doing.”

Immediately, while I was away, Celia became a superhuman beyond my imagination, no, beyond my imagination, and did everything well.

It makes no sense to deny all the efforts made so far, saying that Celia was active in making the stone statue because of her cunning selfishness.

Of course, the reason why Celia has faded now is largely because she still has lingering attachments to the stone statue after hearing my words.

Then, from now on, let’s erase some lingering attachments to the stone statue.

Having come to a conclusion, I took the small stone I had in my hand and a nearby decorative stone and used divine power to crush them both to the size of sand.

Picking up the sand that turned into fine powder in my hand, I put Celia’s hands together and said,

“Let’s imagine that this is what you’ve been trying to do so far.”

“yes…?”

Celia questioned my sudden words, but I didn’t care and started to sprinkle sand on Celia’s hands.

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Like the pebbles shown outside, the grains of sand emitting a subtle light seemed to have a really special meaning because they poured divine power into fine powder.

And I intentionally sprinkled some sand between Celia’s fingers, and of course the sand ran down the floor instead of all into Celia’s tiny hands.

“Sometimes the sand with the wrong direction falls to the floor instead of in your hands. It’s a matter of course.”

At that, Celia inadvertently tried to catch all the pouring sand, but of course the sand slipped through her fingers and flowed down.

“Do you feel sorry for the flowing sand? Do you want to hold them all in your hands?”

Celia nodded as if she was about to burst into tears and looked at the sand on the floor.

Huh, I’m so glad. No, why are you missing the sand on the floor? If I did, it would have been twisted right away.

If you’ve succeeded up to this point, you’ve almost succeeded in selling drugs. From now on, you can give useless meaning to this useless act.

“That’s lingering.”

Celia, who was looking down at the floor, looked at me with a startled face at my words.

“Look closely Celia. There’s a lot more sand left in your hand. Why are you only looking at less than a handful of sand on the floor?”

At that, Celia looked at her hand. As she grinded it finely, of course, she poured divine power into it, so the softly shining sand grains remained in Celia’s hand.

“ah…”

“Regret leads to obsession, and obsession leads to regret. The reason you are suffering and struggling right now is not because all your efforts in the past have become useless. The efforts you have made so far are still in your hands.”

At my words, Celia slowly held the remaining sand in her hand as if it were precious.

“It’s only natural that your lingering attachment to the stone statue is making you suffer. It’s hard for humans to change their thoughts in an instant. But that doesn’t mean that you deny what you’ve been doing. Slowly look at what you’ve achieved. Then one day You’ll forget about the sand on the floor.”

I conveyed what I wanted to say with this.

Actually, I did a lot of useless things because I wanted to use this impressive sand template, but in short, let’s justify myself for my mentality, will it be enough?

Did I do anything wrong? Then I just erased the wrong things from my memory and only remembered the good things.

If you live like that, one day you will really forget it from your memory. Then, in my memory, only the memories of what I did well remain. This is the ultimate mental victory method.

“And… Celia, why do you need a stone statue of me?”

Celia blankly stares this way as if not understanding my words.

I lightly touched Celia’s nose and said with a smile.

“You’re my personal attendant. You can see me anytime, and you can walk around with me and see people who share your beliefs. Why do you need that?”

Celia’s expression changed so dramatically that it wouldn’t be strange even with the background of a lightning strike behind her.

“Yes, yes…I am Ronan-sama’s servant…”

…But were these words so emotional that you cried?

In terms of impact, isn’t what I said earlier with sand cooler? Even though I’m a modern person accustomed to stimulating tastes, I thought it was really cool when I first saw it.

I was a little taken aback, but he answered honestly.

“okay.”

“I’m the one and only exclusive attendant…!”

“okay.”

“A stone statue of Ronan-sama was useless!”

Aren’t those…changes too extreme?

Still, I thought it would take some time to fully recover, but it was just embarrassing to come out so aggressively.

Are good things good…?

Celia put the grains of sand she was holding in her hands into her robe as if they were very precious.

“Do you have any orders to give to your exclusive attendant!”

I don’t think it’s a question. Isn’t that an exclamation mark instead of a question mark?

I was about to reply that it was okay, but I looked at Celia, who was still smiling brightly with tears on her face, and smiled.

“I think I’m a bit thirsty after talking for a long time in front of the podium. Could you bring me something to drink?”

“Yes! Leave it to me!”

“wait for a sec.”

“yes?”

If you ask the priest waiting outside the waiting room for this request, he will bring it instead, but Celia was ready to run out of the waiting room after hearing the answer, so she stopped for a while.

It’s all good, but there are many eyewitnesses who saw a young servant running around the church shedding tears. The same terrible rumors might arise.

Celia shook her head in confusion as I used the collar to wipe the tear marks from Celia’s face.

“I’ll do it! Get your clothes dirty!”

If I don’t do it, my clothes won’t get dirty, but my reputation will get dirty!

“Stay quiet.”

“yes…”

After roughly tidying up Celia’s obedient face, I let her go, and for some reason Celia, who had become hazy like a cat drunk on a pine tree, slowly stood up.

“Then…I’ll be back.”

“Okay, be careful not to fall.”

“yes…”

I shook my head once more as I saw Celia disappearing out of the door while losing her momentum.

She seems to be doing her job well, but why does she look so anxious when I see her?

…

omg.

But isn’t that enough? Still, isn’t I more trustworthy than Celia? Isn’t it quite? Then a little…?

“Saint Ronan also has an excellent talent for leading humans to the right path.”

It was the moment when I was in a state of confusion as I was subjected to mirror treatment.

To be honest, I didn’t think this guy would pass quietly.

I was looking in the direction Celia had left, but I sneered, changed my expression, and turned my head to look at the bishop with a faint smile on my face.

The bishop was still looking at me with his typical smirk, but compared to when we first met, his suspicions about me had increased considerably.

“I don’t dare imagine. Is Orion whispering words to convince people directly into their ears?”

Would you believe me if I said I’m right here?

“That can’t be the case. I’m in a position where I’m lost and I’m asking for instruction from Orion.”

First of all, since I had no idea what direction the bishop wanted to lead the conversation, I answered in a roundabout way.

The ambiguous answer that Orion doesn’t often whisper wisdom to persuading people, but it might be that he answers me when I seek instruction.

When I replied with a smile, the bishop looked curiously at the door Celia had left.

“Then, are the words the saint just spoke about experiences?”

hmm…?

Instead of answering right away, I looked at the bishop once more.

What you are saying right now, it seems that you are more curious than you think, rather than simply saying it as a search battle?

“What experiences are you talking about?”

“Things where I try but don’t get results and realize that the direction of my beliefs is wrong.”

It’s like that, of course, everyone has experienced it. What the hell are you talking about… Ah.

I finally noticed the cleric’s curiosity.

Yes, that’s something everyone experiences, of course. But right after I was reincarnated as a saint, I haven’t had a chance to do anything like this. That’s why I’m making a name for myself as a saint right now.

For example, this guy wonders if I persuaded Celia with the wisdom of life because I’ve experienced such failures, or if God whispered wisdom to me and gave me an answer.

Anyone else would of course be the former, but since I’ve made a name for myself as a saint, I’ve never failed so much that I’m suspicious of the latter.

Did you erase from your memory the fact that I said the wrong thing in the main office and almost left this world?

No matter how much I think about it, I still don’t get it.

If that’s the case, don’t you admit to some extent that my actions are protected by a divine and transcendent being?

While I was thinking about that, I looked at the bishop in front of me and fell into new troubles.

I have never bluffed that, of course, I could never do things that I couldn’t do. Rumors tend to inflate, but if I blow on them myself, I’ll soon be able to raise the dead, walk on water, and weed out unbelievers with just a glance. It will be known that you can

…Huh? Everything seems possible except for reviving the dead…?

Anyway, unless you are a swindler with a heart full of heart to make a big deal and run away, it is only natural that support for me will disappear faster than that, as much as it has swelled at some point when you meet such inflated excessive expectations.

So even though I’ve tried to make my ability look weaker, I’ve never tried to make it look bigger.

But what about bluffing like this?

No matter how much I look at it, it’s clear that I have this minimum level of faith, but what kind of strange meaning was injected into it, so that these guys who don’t even have the slightest respect for me as a saint are bluffed enough to shake.

As I was concerned about the repercussions of the misunderstanding that I can bloom the divine power of others, if I don’t measure the proper line, I won’t be able to handle the aftermath.

Actually, doing nothing and waiting for the Emperor’s check was the safest option, but I didn’t know exactly when that would happen.

Would it be possible for me to spread disinformation to the shadow through this guy while walking a tightrope?

…

The conclusion reached after much thought was relatively simple.

I was a human being who tended to make impulsive conclusions whenever I thought about this.

If you want to do it, you should do it.

“Well… if you say you’ve been through it, you’ve been through it.”

Have you heard?

The first crack appeared on the bishop’s face at my answer, which was hard to tell whether he said he had experienced it, even though it wasn’t a floating sound.