Surviving as a Saint in Another World - Surviving as a Saint in Another World chapter 113

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I took a moment to think about it as I watched the old woman bowing her head as if she was sorry while getting up by my hand.

In the mood, I must not forget that my purpose is to confuse me with the possibility that the bishop may possess a special ability, the ability to shake the foundations of the shadow’s faith.

The bishop was sufficiently confused by the words I had just spoken to him, but I needed to be careful to the end in order to culminate in the confusion and still not be sure of my abilities.

“Why are you shivering like that? Are you cold? Can I warm you up?”

I already fully guessed the reason why the old woman was shaking, but I dared to ask the old woman a question and held her hand to infuse her with divine power.

As with Celia, there was a reason why asking questions and encouraging them to participate in the conversation was effective when talking to someone who was intimidated… The biggest reason was that the bishop, who was looking this way from behind with his eyes wide open, had a reason. It was to be heard.

“Oh… no. The old man’s sins are so great…”

“Why do you keep trying to put yourself down like that?”

From now on, you have to run together with me.

“Even though I have eyes, I can’t see, so I can’t recognize a precious person, and I spit out stupid words, so how can I be proud…”

You have very low self-esteem.

It wasn’t that the old woman’s attitude was completely incomprehensible.

I tried to explain the greatness of my major subject to a person who seemed to know nothing even if it was me, and if that person becomes a professor in my major subject, I feel like I would want to commit suicide.

Still, that attitude doesn’t help me right now.

Shall we proceed little by little, gradually getting rid of the old woman’s guilt?

“I’m sorry. I was really happy to have someone who treated me without prejudice after a long time.”

The words of consolation he gave to the old woman were sincere in their own way.

These days, people are busy lowering their heads when they see me, so I was just feeling the loneliness in the crowd.

“But I proudly prayed to the stone statue in front of the Holy Son…”

Hmm… Come to think of it, it was. After advising me, this old woman prayed the same way to my stone statue and to the statue of Orion, then went into the chapel.

Now that I think about it, this old woman is pretty amazing too, isn’t it?

Discussing faith in front of the saint, not even discussing the saint, and praying in front of the stone statue that the saint destroyed, yet thinking of coming to me again and asking for an apology. looks like

“I wanted you to know that it was wrong even now. From now on, you will be walking in the right direction.”

“But I don’t know if this old man’s sins can be forgiven until he dies…”

Ah. You’re so cute that you don’t fit your age.

Seeing the old woman pouring out her worries, I couldn’t help but smile a little.

It was only now that I could guess exactly why this old woman, in spite of shame, guilt, and fear, was pacing around the waiting room and trying to meet me.

That is why the old woman wanted to be forgiven rather than innocently wishing me wrong. Since she met privately in the morning and made a mistake in front of the saint, she must have felt the pressure that she had committed a greater sin than others.

I didn’t think the old woman was snobbish or wrong.

It is said that forgiveness should not be forced while asking for forgiveness, but is there anyone who does not want to be forgiven?

In addition, I could see that the old woman’s faith was a very important factor to me in that she wanted to be forgiven of the part that she felt was a sin from me. It also meant that her belief in me was certain.

More than anything else, thanks to this visit, I am naturally drawing a picture to decorate the end of the conversation with the bishop.

There was no reason for me to look at the old woman with admiration.

“This is what I said to Celia, my attendant. In fact, not all of the beliefs you’ve had are wrong.”

“Is that true?”

As if my words were a rope that came down from the sky, the old woman grabbed me right away with delight.

I nodded and continued.

“Rather, it’s even more strange that it’s wrong. Teru-sama must have believed in Orion-sama even before I came here. Isn’t it?”

The old woman looked this way, full of wonder, as if she hadn’t expected my words at all.

It seems like he was wondering how he knew the story before that, but in fact, it’s nothing strange if he remembers the sincere attitude he showed when praying to Orion’s stone statue.

Unless this old woman is the pauper I saved during this devil worshiper incident, it’s hard to imagine that anyone interested in the Order because of me would be so loyal to Orion, no matter how much fame I have.

The old woman in front of me, who was saved from the poor at that time, seemed to be struggling to walk, let alone run, and was literally an old woman who couldn’t distinguish an inch in front of her. Common sense thinking, if she had this physical condition, she wouldn’t have survived the struggle. no

Through a natural elimination method, it is concluded that this old woman was originally a follower of the Orion cult, but fell in love with me as well.

“That’s right. No matter how hard I was, I always didn’t forget Orion-sama.”

An old woman who still has doubts, but dutifully returns an affirmative answer.

So, a simple inference that isn’t so strange…

“That… Holy Son… But how do you know this old man’s name…”

…what?

My self-consciousness, which had been swollen for the first time in a long time, shrank in an instant.

Name…?Did I just say the old woman’s name?…I said, ‘Teru-sama’.

And after recalling all the scenes I had met with the old woman for a while in response to the old woman’s question, I came to the realization that I had never spoken to the old woman separately.

oh, this sucks

It was a mistake I would never normally make. From the moment I started to see a person’s name, I would always say my full name first before talking, as there could be cases where I unconsciously called out that person’s name like now.

This time was a fairly exceptional case.

There were quite a few reasons that immediately came to mind for making this mistake.

In the first place, this wasn’t our first meeting, and we had a separate first meeting in the morning, but at that first meeting, there was no atmosphere that would make it clear. In the meantime, after I was reincarnated in this world, the attitude of treating me normally, which I had never experienced except when I hid my identity. Because of this, I felt a one-sided intimacy. Not long after I felt that feeling, we met again, so it was difficult to measure the distance. I was pouring most of my concentration into my opponent.

…

Of course, even if he gave so many reasons, it was just an excuse for his mistake.

As a result, I’ve now made a pretty stupid mistake, and I have to think about how it will affect the bishop.

It was not known whether the bishop was convinced that there was no unanimity between me and the old woman.

I’m sure it was there from the time I finished talking to the old woman and gave advice to the escort knights, but it wasn’t clear whether it was there when I was talking to the old woman.

But anyway, the old woman must have thought that there was something strange when she said it as if she was wondering.

…

I’ve been thinking about it for a while, but I can’t come up with the right method. In the first place, such a basic mistake is rather difficult to correct as simple as it is.

can’t help it…

It was impossible to stay here for a long time, and there was no reasonable possibility, so in the end, we had no choice but to bet on the uncertain possibility.

“Didn’t you tell me your name? Or am I mistaken for someone else?”

So far, it has proceeded neatly according to plan, but at the end, it is true that it is bullying a helpless old man with the authority of a saint. It really makes my heart small.

“My name is correct, but…”

When I openly laid the iron plate, the embarrassed old woman rolled her eyes restlessly.

No matter how much I think about it, I don’t seem to have any memory of telling me my name, but there’s no way the saint would lie about something like this. Besides, he knows his name exactly, and even if he didn’t know it, it’s true that he talked to me in the morning, so he doubts his memory. It was a natural procedure.

The remaining problem is the fact that Celia was there too…

“Ah, Teru-sama, you might have heard from the list of zealous followers I told Ronan about!”

It was a completely useless worry.

Far from questioning the strange part of my words, I was busy thinking of other reasons to add credibility.

“I’m sorry. I must have misunderstood something.”

No matter how much I cheated on my conscience, I feel a little reluctance to receive an apology from an old man with a 100% pure lie.

For the first time in a while, I felt a twinge of remorse, but then I came to my senses and looked at the old woman again.

My holy magic, which had been carried out very slowly and secretly from earlier, was paying off.

Shall we finish in earnest now?

“It’s okay. It could be. Don’t keep apologizing.”

I moved my body, which had stood in the way between the old woman and the bishop until now, and approached the window on one side of the waiting room with the old woman.

From the side, it might just look like I moved the old woman to the window.

“By the way, Teru-sama. Do you still have that heart that believed in Orion-sama even when it was difficult?”

“Oops, of course you!”

“That’s all right. A person can get lost in the middle even if he is moving towards the right path. There are all sorts of things in the world that blind us.”

The old woman, who had been standing with me at the window and had been responding eagerly until just now, was listening to me but staring blankly out of the window, unable to find anything to say.

I could guess why, so I continued talking.

“If you go wrong in the midst of that, it’s definitely a problem. But as long as you don’t go in the opposite direction of the road you’ve walked so far, the road you’ve taken the wrong way is not a waste of effort, but it can turn out to be a little farther back.”

“This… this… how…”

The old woman, in disbelief as I continued to speak, began to touch her eyes little by little and then began to look up at the sky in a daze.

“When the blinding delusion is gone, look around you. You will see the right path not far away. With a little effort, you can get back on it again.”

“Miracle… what a miracle! I’ve lived to this day to learn this! Orion-sama! Thank you!”

Just as my words ended, the old woman, filled with emotion, began to look for Orion shed tears as if she had forgotten that I was by her side.

It would be thrilling if the eyes, which could not even distinguish a person’s face, were cured.

Besides, in order to take advantage of this situation, I deliberately did not show off treating the old woman.

Even with my ability, I cannot cure the aging eyesight itself. Aging is not a disease in the first place.

However, the reason why this old woman could not see at all was not simply aging, but a cataract, an eye disease.

I clearly asked the church to provide medical support for common people, but I don’t know why such a zealous believer is still neglected, but anyway, it was a category that could be treated with divine power.

So, if I just heal with my holy power, it’s hard to impress the bishop. All the clerics did what was possible, so they couldn’t even be included in the axis of miracles.

But what if it wasn’t such a simple treatment? Just in time, the old woman came in and suggested that the slight improvement in her eyes was a sign.

Perhaps the truth is, as I expected, my divine power dwelling in a stone accidentally temporarily improved the symptoms of cataract, but that alone could be enough to feel like a revelation to a devout believer. Especially if it’s right after I’ve been told about the right path.

People with eye problems can gradually improve their eyes just by finding the correct belief in Orion.

Isn’t it miraculous several times more than simply being healed by a saint?

In order to create such a composition, from the beginning I acted as if I had no intention of treating the old woman.

He didn’t offer to fix his eyes, and he didn’t even lay a hand on them for treatment.

I just asked if it was cold and made up an excuse to hold hands.

And the treatment, which would normally have been finished right away, proceeded very slowly over several tens of minutes, uttering useless words.

If the old woman had very sensitive senses, she might have felt a somewhat foreign feeling through her clasped hands.

The eyes were also healed gradually, not all at once, and until I guided them through the window and made them look into the distance, they focused only on me, so I didn’t feel any improvement in my eyes.

In fact, the old woman never had any doubts about my actions.

The bishop suspects from the beginning that I am using this method, since I was covering my eyesight with my body and very secretly pouring in my divine power, and unless I look carefully, it will be hard for me to find out.

As a result, an old woman whose eyes healed on her own without me doing anything was born in this place.

It was not difficult to guess that the old woman was thinking something similar to what I intended when I saw that the old woman was constantly looking for Orion rather than simply liking the treatment of her eyes.

The party is doing this, but the third party doesn’t go over?

I glanced at the bishop. The bishop was also looking alternately at the old woman and at me.

He barely managed to contain himself from laughing at the violent confusion that had settled within him.

yeah, isn’t it weird?

There’s no way the old woman’s eyes will heal on their own out of the blue. But there’s no reason to think that I’m pretending not to notice after treating her.

Otherwise, the only possibilities I can think of are that I prepared a stage like this to further strengthen the old woman’s faith, and that the saint used some kind of ‘special ability’ to heal people’s eyes without using divine power. ..If the bishop doubts my special abilities, the family will naturally be biased toward the latter.

Besides, at this point, I can’t help but recall what I said earlier.

What people want is all different, so you can get a reward other than divine power.

What if we reached the question of whether sharing divine power and healing eyes are on the same line for saints?

the game is over

But I never once affirmed that I could bestow divine power on others. Rather, I denied it.

Seeing that I still had no feelings of anger or greed, it seemed unlikely that I would report my life in immediate danger.

Then, is my strategy a success?

I slowly supported the old woman who was still lost in her feelings and breathed on her as if to show off her divine power.

It was a performance to show off to the bishop that it was like this when I used divine power.

“I didn’t expect my past mistakes to be forgiven like this. Thank you… Thank you very much, my saint…”

“I’m not a great person to forgive others. Everything is the result of Teru-nim’s own achievement. Congratulations.”

I decided to put an end to this situation by telling the bishop what he wanted to hear through the old woman until the very end.

“Celia, will you see Teru-sama off?”

“Leave it to me!”

After leaving the old woman with Celia and leaving the waiting room for a while, I met the bishop’s eyes.

Because of the squint eyes curved like a crescent moon, it would seem to others that he was still smiling lightly, but for some reason, I was able to discern that the usual smile on his face was completely gone and his expressionless expression.

You don’t even have time for a work smile?

You can’t do that.

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Laughing brings blessings. Haven’t you ever heard of that? Smile.

I used the bishop’s face as a snack and brought Celia’s drink to my lips.

Cool, cool. This is Yasuji.

The taste of the drink, felt from the cold glass, was very sweet.

“Would you like to have a drink, Barca-sama too?

You, too, must be thirsty from worrying as if your head will explode, so drink a cup. It won’t be too late to worry after drinking.

“…I think I should get up now because I have work to do later. It was truly an honor to meet Saint Ronan today.”

The bishop, who was staring at the teacup I offered him, stood up after saying that.

In the end, it curls up and runs away… It’s a strategic retreat.

I didn’t recommend any more and stared at the back of the bishop as he walked toward the exit from the waiting room.

After this, he will probably lock himself in his room and think about things to check and what to do with reports.

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Looking at the back of the bishop, who seemed to have no strength for some reason, I drank my cup of tea once more.

Big.

Don’t you really drink this? I drink it?