Surviving as a Saint in Another World - Surviving as a Saint in Another World chapter 120

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Lately, my mood has been at its peak, to the point where I wonder if I’ve ever felt this good.

He must have heard at least one question from people around him, including Celia and the princess, asking if anything good happened.

Good thing? Of course not.

The world has stopped its indiscriminate attacks on me.

Of course, it wasn’t that all the factors that could threaten me right now disappeared.

As expected, the church was publicizing this subjugation extensively, making noise about the church’s potential, and there were people who wrote all sorts of novels about my future where I did not participate in this subjugation, and suddenly the imperial family took an open attitude with the heterogeneous church. His intentions were also a little suspicious.

There were still a lot of problems like this, but obviously the worst could have happened here.

There is a problem with the punitive army, the devil worshipers escape safely, the theory of responsibility for why this happened because I didn’t participate, and in the meantime, the escaped devil worshiper plots in the empire… Oh, it’s terrible to imagine. .

And judging from my luck so far, the possibility of this happening was greater than I thought.

But what about the results?

The devil worshipers were dealt with neatly, and a world where everyone was happy was completed. I like that the situation did not go to the worst, and the church is good because it is a major.

To think that things could go well like this without me having to do anything that could spark me out. Just discovering that made me feel bad.

my god, you are so beautiful

Celia, who had been following me while I was intoxicated with happiness as I followed the famous line of a scholar who had contracted with a certain devil, spoke to me as if I had suddenly remembered it.

“Ronan-sama, come to think of it, it’s today.”

“I see. It’s already today.”

It was abrupt and the subject was omitted, but it was not difficult to answer because I knew what Celia was talking about.

Today was the day that several figures, including the dwarf saint who had visited the imperial family, visited the academy.

Normally, if a being of my class would come to visit, I would have drawn out a list of expected questions and practiced answering, wondering why I was visiting the academy when I was there.

But this time it was different. A person I am grateful for is coming who showed me an exemplary figure of correcting the wrongs he had committed and convinced me that the world was still worth living.

“Who are you?”

“He must be a great person. He dealt with the sudden attack resolutely and finished the situation.”

“As expected, he wouldn’t be a saint unless he was great. …Ah, but I think Ronan-sama is the best!”

If Seongja’s best output is me, wouldn’t that be too much of a dream or hope?

Instead of answering Celia’s overestimation, I brushed my hair once and started preparing to greet the dwarven saint.

A dwarf saint…

Judging from what I have identified so far, I am a reasonable person who makes decisions with cool-headed judgment and resolute determination even in difficult situations, and in the process bends my own interests and pride to seek cooperation from neighboring countries. .

Even as an elven queen, except for making hasty decisions to protect the kingdom, she gave her life for the kingdom and helped me.

Even if it wasn’t Celia’s words, I was curious about what kind of person it was.

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“Fetus is also Petus, but an empire is an empire. To be honest, if we hadn’t requested support, we would have already died! Ehahahahaha!”

“This thunder-naked bastard… please sit still! He’s out of his mind!”

Hmm… He’s a very unique person.

I had no choice but to make such an assessment as I watched the dwarven saint spouting stories while holding a jar that looked more like a barrel than a glass in one hand.

The word individual was an expression of full respect for the person close to the benefactor who solved the situation instead of me.

“What is a saint…what the hell…?”

By the way, what is a saint?

A drunkard saint after me, a trickster saint. Shouldn’t the elf saint be reevaluated at this level?

Behind me, when I reached Celia, I couldn’t accept the reality and was confused.

It seemed that the name of a saint and the eccentricity of the dwarf in front of him did not match at all.

Apparently, at the first meeting with the Imperial Knights and Dwarf Priests who guided the Dwarf Saints to this place, they maintained a saintly atmosphere.

It looked like this as soon as the imperial knights left and the dwarf priests also left at the order of the saint.

The imperial knights who left their seats seemed to have left thinking that they were going to have a great conversation as saints and saints.

In reality, the time for the saga of the drunken man began. In addition, he drank alcohol from unknown sources.

Yes, the image that comes to mind when thinking of dwarves is something like that.

“The masters of the empire are really bloody connected.

“How are you going to stop Petus from being unable to handle it?

The dwarf saint, who had been talking for a while, stopped talking for a moment when the name of the traitor named Petus came up.

“That was a bit… strange, Brother Gorg.”

“Sir Gorg. Sir, you bastard. …But what’s wrong?”

“Petus held up well against the combined effort of the four. Although he didn’t get the winning shot, at least he didn’t look like he was being pushed back. To be honest, I don’t know what would have happened to the victory or defeat if I hadn’t joined in and relaxed with the wheel fight. “

“What? How is that possible?”

“That’s what I mean. Is that the power you obtained while committing apostasy? So, did you really commit apostasy just to get that power?

“…”

After the saint’s words were more dangerous than expected, the two dwarves fell into thought for a moment.

Seeing that even the commander of the knights harbored emotions such as confusion and doubt, rather than the disgust that usually comes to mind when thinking of devil worshipers, it seemed that the character of Petus had some symbolic meaning beyond simply being superior in force.

“Oops! You had a guest and talked too much about me! Excuse me!”

However, it was only for a moment, but the saint who came to his senses quickly turned his gaze to me as he said that.

Couldn’t you just keep blaming me? To be honest, it’s a tough tension to follow.

I thought it reminded me of a quiet atmosphere like the queen of elves.

If you think about it, in the past, the knight commander said that he was a typical dwarf who likes to drink and break the devil’s skull while discussing his saint. Why did he just laugh at that?

“It’s okay not to pretend like that! Everyone around you has already been bitten!”

“What, what are you doing…!”

The saint who came this way patted me on the back whether Celia was shocked or not.

My back hurt a little from the strength of my arms, but rather than the pain, I focused more on the saint’s words.

Don’t be pretentious? Could this saint be aware of my true nature?

To say it as a joke, the saint seemed to be saying it from the bottom of his heart.

I haven’t had a conversation like that yet? Do you have cheat abilities like me?

Just as my head was about to get complicated by the saint’s words, the knight commander also came to my side and grabbed the saint’s hand and shouted.

“Do you think everyone in the world is a guy like you! This is Saint Ronan’s true self without pretense, you bastard. Please try to resemble him even halfway.”

“What is it? This is not a fake, but the true face?”

Having said that, the saint began to look me up and down in disbelief.

“Even though it’s okay to say hello to people one by one, how can it be that it’s not a pretense to see you laughing loudly the first time you meet and even touching your body?”

Judging from the saint’s surprise, the question seemed sincere.

You’re aware that it’s not polite to make loud noises and slap on the back when you first meet…

In the meantime, he made surprisingly sharp comments.

“Ronan-nim is not as rude as the Holy Son!”

Celia got angry when she said that, but in fact, I also voted for the saint’s opinion.

How many people would be happy to drink and chat as soon as they met, and touch their bodies on their own. Although the method was a bit radical, the saint thought that I was still pretending, and it seemed that he genuinely wanted to remove the pretense.

Even in the attitude of trying to peel off that pretense, interest or goodwill was felt rather than malice, so he must have basically wanted to have a conversation without hiding anything from each other. I doubt the other person will want that too.

Even if the saint has no other intentions, he probably won’t throw out this pretense, at least unless the day comes when all the risk factors I can anticipate have disappeared and there will be no problem even if I reveal my true colors.

I grabbed Celia’s wrist to stop her raging out of anger and then spoke to the saint.

“Because there are many ways people live. If I were a little peculiar, I might be living in a peculiar way, but wouldn’t there be quite a few people like me somewhere in the world?”

“I can’t seem to find it even if I search the whole world…”

Actually I think so too.

“You bastard! Stop talking ignorantly and apologize!

“Hyung-nim, too. What are you saying so harshly? I just patted you on the back.”

“Couldn’t you have acted that way in the imperial palace?”

“If you try to knock on the Emperor’s back, it looks like your hair will be blown off.”

You made up your mind to do it.

“Did you go to the imperial family to do that?”

“You should say it right. I didn’t go there, I didn’t go there at the invitation of the Empire. Contrary to what I heard, they were very friendly. As you get older, do you want to turn to God?”

“Hey man, please listen to his mouth…”

“Euhhahahaha, I carry dozens or hundreds of kilos of iron every day, so how can I lift more?”

At those words, even the knight commander looked at the saint as if he was speechless.

…Is this perfect attendance? Should I laugh?

“Kuhmm… It was a gag of conversion, but it doesn’t work.”

It was a real gag.

He was a truly unique person with many meanings, even equipped with a desperate gag sense.

“Ronan-sama…I’m really happy that the person I serve is Ronan-sama.”

I’m really grateful, but it sounds like you’re lucky, not serving someone like that, right? Is it my misunderstanding?

“Anyway, I’m sorry. I thought you were pretending to be a normal cat like me, so I thought I’d relax a bit.”

Fortunately, Sungjae handed over the apology first, so it wasn’t difficult to finish well.

“It’s okay. Thanks to you, my tension has eased a lot.”

“You’re a very well-spoken friend.”

“Also, again. Who is your friend!”

“Isn’t it okay to do it from now on? There is a strange bond that you cannot understand unless you are a saint. I’m sure my older brother, who is not a saint, would not know. Euhhahahahaha!”

It was quite different from what I expected, but it was a pleasant meeting nonetheless.

Anyway, I couldn’t find any hostility or suspicion towards me from the saint, and it was fun to see the leader of the knights who seemed to have no natural enemy being swung around.

Although Celia didn’t seem to have lost her energy, as if she had given up on everything in the world beside her.

“So, can I ask you a favor to commemorate our friendship?”

ask?

“Isn’t that what I said I’d talk about slowly?”

“You mean look at me now, listen to me and wait slowly?”

ah.

“It’s okay. I’ll accept it.”

“Ronan-nim!”

When I accepted the request without listening to it, Celia was taken aback and stopped it, but seeing the two of them bickering, I was able to get a rough idea of what the request was.

First of all, it was almost certain that the story was about the tree that had become distorted. And if the tree was a secret that no one, including the leader of the knights, knew about, the leader of the knights had already known about it and had taken precautionary measures. Seeing it, he was going to ask me later if I could see the saint, but unless I’m going to refuse at that time, it’s better for me to accept first and buy a favor.

“But, as I said to Gorg, that tree is truly a product of chance. If you have any questions, you should know that there is no guarantee that I will be able to provide helpful answers.”

Besides, by giving consent first without asking or questioning, I laid the foundation for not asking questions because I don’t know anything.

Since it is a condition that I first willingly agreed to, I naturally have no choice but to put this condition and my acceptance on the same line.

Of course, the saint with a straightforward personality full of desire to see the tree at least once…

“Sure! I swear I’ll never bother you!”

I will accept it without covering my face.

If this is the case, it is good that I do not have to worry about bothering with annoying questions, and it is good that the saint quickly achieved the purpose of coming to this academy. Isn’t this a good situation for a sister and a brother-in-law?

“A tree…?”

“Ugh…”

Of course, everyone around me except for my sister and brother-in-law seemed to be having a bit of a headache.

“Then, since I’m sorry anyway, can I leave right now?”

The mindset of just going to see everything you want to see while you’ve been rude. I like it.

“I’m fine. I hope you get results.”

“Saint Ronan. It’s a bad habit if you accept everything like that.”

What is the theory of child discipline?

“But it’s also really important to the Dwarves. If I can help, there’s no reason to refuse.”

“Cancer, no way! You’re right!”

It was the moment when they agreed to move places with the knight commander who grabbed his head like that, the saint who was elated, and Celia who had a question mark on her head.

“It’s a big deal!”

A dwarf knight suddenly rushed inside saying it was a big deal.

What is it? What’s going to happen suddenly again?

Besides, seeing as the dwarf knights came in, not the imperial knights, it seems like a dwarf problem…

Could it be that Seongdonggyeokseo? What if the Dwarven Saint and the Knight Commander were away from their home country, and the home country was attacked in a power vacuum situation caused by the death of the strongest fighter?

In an instant, an ominous scenario began to form in my head.

“What’s going on?”

“The spell magic installed on the side of the greenhouse has been broken. There is an intruder there!”

“what…?”

In an instant, the gazes of me, the knight commander, and the saint were complicatedly intertwined.

My head was complicated by the completely unexpected story. Just as the saint arrived, there was an intruder in the greenhouse?

If you think about it coldly, there was a high possibility that it wasn’t a big deal.

This is the middle of the academy, and it is no exaggeration to say that it has the highest density of clergy in the world, including priests of different races, and there are even two saints.

There would be no reason to attack the academy unless the demon worshipers went crazy, and even if they did, there would be no way they would openly commit it like this.

Thinking soberly, it was more likely that academy students who had questions about the greenhouse that had suddenly controlled access sneaked into it out of curiosity, or that the timing coincided with part of the protest action by students who did not view the church favorably.

But, of course, that judgment did not soothe my anxiety.

Because I was the type who distrusted the word coincidence very much.

Hey Mr. Sese, didn’t we conclude an amicable agreement? Didn’t we decide to do well again?

“Let’s go quickly!”

All of us got up from our seats and started running towards the greenhouse.