Surviving as a Saint in Another World - Surviving as a Saint in Another World chapter 123

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The atmosphere in the hall remained frozen until Ronan suddenly started questioning the student and brought out the mysterious existence to finish the conversation.

The clergy and paladins who suffered from the incomprehensible sight were also in fear and confusion, so the others had nothing to say.

Ronan was talking with someone who was not here, borrowing the mouth of a student, as if it were natural, but the student caught in the middle of it was just letting out a rough breath under pressure that seemed like it would go crazy.

The fear of being manipulated by someone out of one’s control even though it is one’s own body, the fear that one experiences with one’s mind. I will reach out my hand towards the person who seems to be there.

People subconsciously sympathized with the student’s fear. The student’s actions, exhausted and seeking help from Ronan, were taken for granted.

In addition, Ronan, who was more clearly aware of the situation than anyone else, accepted the exhausted student without saying anything and held him in his arms and continued the story. Instead of recklessly moving from the seat and making a decision to drop the student, he watched Ronan without even breathing properly.

It was hard to see it as someone’s fault, but in the end, all those factors came together and the problem erupted.

The conversation seemed to end one-sidedly, but the student suddenly had a seizure and attacked Ronan.

Those who had not yet escaped from the nightmare-like situation could not react immediately, and the moment the student’s hand blade flew toward Ronan’s neck.

Kwadeuk.

“I’m sure you won’t say that the role of the academy is to ensure the safety of students in this situation.”

Fortunately, not everyone present was unable to react in time.

At that moment when even Betura, the same saint, was confused by the conversation between Ronan and the unidentified being.

As soon as he realized that the student was being manipulated by someone, instead of focusing on the conversation between the two, he was the only one who was carefully watching Ronan’s well-being.

“I think this is a very urgent situation where the saint is attacked and almost lost his life, and the devil is suspected to be behind it. Does anyone have a different opinion?”

Gorg, who had approached before he knew it, was grabbing the hand of the student who was flying toward Ronan, and how strong he was, the student’s hand that had been grasped by Gorg had already been crushed for a long time.

The moment when no one was hasty to step out in that bloody atmosphere in a different meaning than just before.

“Gorg-sama. That hand…”

Ronan began to open his mouth in a calm tone that was hard to believe that he was in danger of dying.

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Damn I was really screwed up!

As I tried to look at the student’s hand, which had barely touched my throat, I couldn’t help but let out a sigh mixed with profanity.

It’s more troublesome than I thought that I can only see the aura of the person being controlled, but not the aura of the person being manipulated.

These days, cheat eyes are so used to it that it is possible to see and deal with the other person’s emotional state, so I must have become complacent.

Fearing death from a blind knife every time and avoiding a place where a large-scale melee would occur, he deduced that a demon worshiper was controlling it, and then stuck so close without any preparation.

The real knight commander or dead.

“Gorg-sama…that hand…”

Thank you so much for stopping me from dying at that hand!

…But wait. Do I have to admit that this almost killed me?

With a light heart, I looked at the knight commander who saved my life and opened my mouth to thank him.

If you think about it, the situation is not over, it is just the beginning.

We’ve found out the demon worshipers are hiding, so now we have to catch them.

But the problem is that I have to catch the dwarves and investigate them one by one. That’s a matrix that includes other saints who are on an equal footing with me.

It would be nice if the dwarves would cooperate meekly when I packaged the reasoning I came up with as if it were true, but I think it would be better to take control of the situation in case something comes out saying they can’t accept it.

Now, if I showed myself finding out something behind the scenes that even the student himself didn’t know, and if this gave me credibility that I couldn’t easily deny, then I could have made a mistake for not predicting the last attack and getting help. may be recognized in this way.

Of course, it’s easy for people to relate the two winds bursting in succession.

Still, I expected everything from the person who saved my life here, who has worked hard to impress me. I don’t think bluffing is a good option…

what should i do with this

As a result, there was no damage, but the experience of being almost killed must have been quite intense.

It wasn’t that I was unintentionally thanking you, nor was I saying anything else, but as I was making eye contact with the Knight Commander in an ambiguous state, the Knight Commander suddenly started to get angry.

I tried to save your life, but if you don’t say anything and stay silent, you might get angry…

“Saint, are you crazy?”

…But no matter how much, this isn’t it! Are you crazy!

“Are you aware that you almost died?”

Of course there is. It’s just that I’m stuck because I can’t figure out what to do.

Seeing him get angry like that, wouldn’t it be better to just say thank you in moderation and seek cooperation somehow?

“In such a situation, is this little boy’s hands that can be fixed so important?”

…yes?

“If I had been in a position to escort you like the princess, the vase would have exploded and died right away. Now, that’s it. Do you feel better now?”

The captain of the knights spat out an absurd sound and slowly placed the student’s crooked hand on top of the fainting student’s body.

…uh.

It wasn’t hard to infer what kind of misunderstanding he had, watching the knight commander put his hand down in anger.

I was going to say something like ‘Thank you for stopping that hand, I almost died’, but I ended up cutting off the hand… so the guild leader mistakenly thought I was talking about the student’s hand he had distorted. I did, and as a result, I’ve become a person who is erratic or worried in the immediate situation.

…I’m aiming for the ideal saint concept, but this is just a joke.

“Oh. I didn’t mean that. Thank you so much for saving my life. Just wanted to say that.”

“It’s done. It’s embarrassing enough to bow down and bow down.”

Trust me please! To be honest, I didn’t even know about the student’s broken arm until you just brought out that crazy misunderstanding!

I felt like I wanted to shout that, but I decided to keep my mouth shut because I didn’t think I would have to give up my superiority thanks to the knight commander’s arbitrary misunderstanding. It was a conclusion based on rational judgment.

…No matter how much it is. I’m not a kid and I don’t know the importance of the situation, so how can you make such a fuss with one hand that can fix it enough? What the hell does this knight commander think of me?

“Anyway, thanks to Lord Gorg’s quick judgment, there is no damage, so let’s move on for now. More important stories remain from now on. Isn’t that right, Saint Ronan?”

Just as I was chewing on the knight commander to the fullest in my heart, the saint intervened, as if I had completely come to my senses.

“It seems like everyone here, including me, still has no idea how things work. Except you, Saint Ronan.”

Hearing that, I looked around and saw people with hardened expressions on their faces.

In particular, when he reached the vice-president, his complexion was as pale as that of a dead person, and it would not be strange if he collapsed immediately.

I insisted on the student’s innocence and said that the academy would take care of it, but if that student tries to take off the saint’s head, it seems like my eyes will spin.

But don’t worry. There was a certain crisis, but I personally released all the things that clung to this student, so there’s no way I’ll do something like that again.

If I want to properly end the situation, I will end the situation by asking the student for the crime, but I will also catch the guy who did the trick behind the scenes anyway, so I’m going to make a clear statement about the student’s innocence.

I finished my thoughts, cleared my throat once, and opened my mouth.

“I don’t know everything either.”

First of all, it is essential to lay the groundwork first in case a question arises that I do not know.

“What is certain is that Theron-nim fell for someone’s trick and did this.”

“Someone…? What’s the probability that someone isn’t a devil worshiper?”

Write…I want to say it while leaving room in case you don’t know.

“I can’t say for sure, but it’s probably almost certain.”

While the saint directly asked the question, I decided to jump on the bandwagon of the saint for now. It is a common belief in society that a being capable of performing such bizarre tricks is a devil worshiper, and everyone here seems to naturally think that way.

Even if you found it later, or you can just dismiss it as a devil worshiper.

“So this boy is part of a demon worshiper?”

What the hell have you seen?

I inadvertently wanted to shoot him like that, but looking at it, the saint himself didn’t say it because he really thought that way.

…Am I creating a situation to say that this student is innocent?

Whatever the saint’s intentions, he laid the plate, but he had no intention of rejecting it.

“No. Theron is just an innocent victim. Have you all seen it? The evil black magic that controls other people’s bodies at will.”

“Could this student come all this way because he was manipulated by black magic?”

While listening to our story, an imperial knight interrupted.

Hmm…this is a bit embarrassing. If I just said that, the story could go smoothly, but people could be terrified.

Who would want to fight against him if he said he could control his mind as well as his body?

“It’s not like everything was forced. I think it might have amplified Theron-sama’s feelings and unconsciously induced him to head here as a result.”

“…Then, doesn’t that mean that this student also had nefarious intentions?”

How does that happen? Doctor incompetent, negligent. Don’t you know something like that?

…Now that I think about it, it’s a world without such a thing.

Besides, even for them, a clue to catch the criminal anyway, even if it didn’t actually help catch the criminal, at least something was needed.

A saint is almost murdered within the academy right now, and it is presumed that there is a devil worshiper behind it.

It’s good to use incompetence as a pod and get scolded.

It’s not that I don’t understand, but if you want to work, you have to be efficient. I’ll give you a suitable prey, so don’t think about trapping poor students and dig that way.

“How could the insidious curiosity of a young age be a sin?”

“In my eyes, you look the same age as you.”

Uh-huh, please be quiet.

“I can say for sure. Theron-sama is not guilty.”

A look of embarrassment came over the knight’s face when I went out so strongly.

“But it’s not like I don’t have any idea who is behind this.”

“That, who is that?”

The knight, who was sweeping his face with a puzzled face, asked me again, stuttering to the end of my words.

It’s important from now on…

I slowly moved my gaze to the saint.

It was only natural for the people who naturally followed my gaze to focus on the dwarven saint.

silence for a while.

Others expressed their doubts as soon as my eyes stopped moving, and then began to look astonished.

At first, he couldn’t understand why he was looking at the saint, saying that the devil worshipers were the culprits, but then he seemed to recall what had happened to the dwarves recently.

In the face of betrayal by the Republic’s greatest strength, perhaps even the saint?

No, but why doesn’t the saint say anything? There’s no emotional agitation at all.

Of course, I had no intention of pointing out the saint as the culprit.

After just putting a little pressure on me, if the saint asked if he was suspicious of me, I would say no, and I tried to induce the conversation naturally by saying that there seems to be a traitor among the priests who came with me.

“B-Betura, did you say that Saint Betura was the culprit…?”

The awkward situation became extremely awkward because the saint didn’t say anything, and when the ignorant imperial knight spat out such words, the people who were attached to the dwarves began to move their seats.

Seriously, why don’t you say anything?

“It can’t be.”

I hurriedly spat out words of denial and shook my head.

“I think the culprit is probably among the Dwarf priests who came with Betura.”

In my words, people who are now openly estranged from the dwarves.

Now that I think about it, I can tell that there is no culprit in both of them, but other people hear that there can be culprits in both of them.

I’ll be thrilled, really.

“Are you suspecting us now?”

“Didn’t you hear what Saint Ronan just said?”

“I won’t tolerate such an insult…”

In the end, a conflict between the Dwarves and the humans, who couldn’t stand such an appearance, began to break out, and it was about the time when they were on the verge of taking out their weapons.

“Stop. Everyone put down your weapons.”

The saint made a quiet but firm voice to calm the situation.

“Haona…”

The few knights who tried to express their dissent were shot down by the grim look of the knight commander, who seemed to be tearing them in half at any moment.

“I agree with what Saint Ronan said. Listening to what he did and what he said, his intentions are very clear.”

Accepting it so meekly made me rather bewildered.

“But Saint Ronan. Unfortunately, I don’t have the ability to tell them apart. When Petus betrayed, I included only those who had already been carefully selected for this subjugation, but if there are traitors among them, I can’t pick them out.”

“Vetura-sama!”

The voices of the Dwarven Knights, close to screaming, erupted from everywhere.

It would have been possible if he had sneaked in unconsciously, but the fact that the cleric was unable to distinguish between the devil worshipers despite his determined search could only be explained by the word incompetence.

“I understand. Theron’s spells also easily avoided the priest’s eyes.”

“Yes, that unknown being was like that too. I would have never been able to tell them apart with holy magic.”

In the words that followed, a feeling of frustration lingered for a moment.

It wasn’t that the cleric was incompetent so he couldn’t tell the difference, but if the devil worshiper was so good that he had the ability to fool the cleric, it was far greater than the cleric’s incompetence.

“So I’ll ask. Saint Ronan, if he were a saint, would he be able to find out the culprit?”

I’ve been waiting for that word!

As I searched for a way to seek safe cooperation from the dwarven saint in various ways, the saint reached out to ask for help first.

Finding the culprit? That’s my specialty.

In the first place, it didn’t matter at all because I didn’t rely on holy magic or divine power to distinguish my opponent, but on the cheat eyes.

No matter how much the culprit has to fly and crawl to face me, I can’t help but not know, so if the saint gives permission, it’s only a matter of time before I catch the culprit.

Besides, the culprit probably couldn’t have guessed that he would rob the Dwarf priests so quickly?

Even if he were wary of me, he would be confirmed as the culprit the moment he disappeared without responding to the summons.

It would be a little annoying if they actually went into hiding, but since this is a land of humans, it shouldn’t be that difficult to track down a missing dwarf.

“I’ll do my best.”

In my heart, I wanted to shout, “Trust me,” but I managed to keep my voice serious.

You didn’t know we’d be reunited this soon, right?

Do you think I’m giving time to a bastard who doesn’t know what to do?

Wash your neck this time and wait.