Surviving as a Saint in Another World - Surviving as a Saint in Another World chapter 125

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Hearing that the church was under attack, he could no longer leisurely ponder over how to treat the dwarves.

I had to come to a conclusion one way or another.

“Ronan Saint, now is not the time to waste time talking like this.”

The princess seemed to have the same thought and spoke to me with a hard face.

So at times like this, let’s pamper the dwarves, right?

“You can’t increase the variable by accompanying the dwarves in a situation where you’ve suffered real damage.”

also be like that

To be honest, it was an expected result to some extent, but I couldn’t help but feel bitter.

“We will temporarily detain the Dwarves until the situation is resolved.”

From the princess’s determined tone, I could feel that she could never yield.

Yes, let’s think on the positive side. When did I solve the situation in the best way? You can solve the situation quickly without the dwarf.

I thought about it before, but in the end, if there is a result, the process can be crushed to some extent.

I don’t know what kind of scheme it is, but since it exposed itself while attacking the church, everything will be solved if the culprit is caught.

“However, considering the fact that some measures may have been taken in the accommodation building where students usually live, we will select a detention place where there are no buildings where students live nearby, so damage can be reduced in case of emergency and quick response is possible. .”

While I was resigning myself to compromising with reality, the princess suddenly added a meaningful word.

A place where there are no other buildings around and a quick response is possible…?

“Just recently, the greenhouse inside the academy has been expanded to meet the perfect requirements.”

ah.

Speaking this far, unless you were an idiot, you couldn’t fail to notice the princess’s intentions.

“Azalea-sama…!”

Princess is the best!

I called the princess’s name with a brightened expression, and the princess glanced at me with an awkward smile before turning her head to the dwarven saint and the knight commander.

“I would like to inform you in advance that this proposal is not compulsory. Do you agree to this action?”

Of course, the reason there was no coercion was just words to lay the groundwork for the opponent as they were in a special position. If the Dwarves had ideas, they wouldn’t refuse this offer.

If you really want to reduce damage and respond quickly in case of emergency, it is much better to seek cooperation from the academy and create a building that controls the surroundings.

What is the reason for putting them in a greenhouse because it is embarrassing to keep them detained in the place where they usually live based on common sense?

It was detention, but it implicitly meant that if a demon worshiper attacked the academy while we were leaving for church, and if he came this way because it was clear that the tree in this greenhouse was the purpose, we should stop the devil worshiper.

And for the circumstances, even if the princess believed in the dwarves, it would be difficult for her to reveal it openly in an official setting, so if the dwarves realized that she was expressing her will to believe it, there was no way they would reject it.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?”

“Anyway, just isolating yourself from the process of handling our business has done our minimum duty. You don’t have to worry.”

“No, I mean…really trust us.”

Do I have to hit the candle like that?

“Strictly speaking, I don’t trust the Dwarves that much. It’s because I haven’t experienced each and every one of them. Based on the circumstantial evidence, I’d rather be more suspicious.”

“Then why did you make that decision?”

“More than that, it was a decision I made because I trusted the judgment of Saint Ronan.”

“Even though it’s just a simple claim without any evidence? Even though it’s contrary to your thoughts?”

“Nevertheless I believe.”

As if there was something he wanted to confirm, the saint asked the princess a persistent question, and the princess made a consistent argument about it without wavering.

As the saint’s question did not continue, a strange silence fell between the two.

“Heh heh… The princess is already like a great follower. I see. I accept it.”

The confrontation that continued like that ended abruptly with the saint smiling and agreeing to the princess’ proposal.

“I’ll move to the greenhouse as soon as possible and wait until the situation is over.”

“Thank you for your acceptance.”

There was a subtle war of nerves, but once we both agreed to the results, the story began to progress swiftly.

In any case, it was an emergency now, with a church in the middle of the city being attacked, and there really was no time to delay any longer.

“Saint Ronan…”

“If you’re going to tell me to stay at the academy because it’s dangerous, just don’t do it.”

If you’ve come this far, the situation won’t be resolved unless you eventually catch the devil worshiper.

“The place I was attacked is not anywhere else, it’s the church. If you leave me at the academy, I’ll somehow get out and go alone.”

Even the place where I was attacked was a church that was deeply related to me.

Finally, an extremely dangerous type of demon worshiper who even has the ability to manipulate other people’s bodies, but who knows what will happen if you miss it here?

In a situation like this, it was unthinkable for me to step back and watch things unfold.

At least miss the devil worshipers, that safe academy won’t be a safe place.

“…Thank you very much.”

The princess hesitated for a moment to see if my stern words had worked, but instead of disagreeing with my accompany, she quietly nodded her head.

As I started walking next to the princess, I suddenly noticed Celia naturally clinging to my back.

“Celia is…”

“If you’re going to tell me to stay at the academy because it’s dangerous, just don’t do it.”

what…?

“You promised. Now, wherever you go, you will never leave me behind. If you leave me alone, I will escape and go to church.”

Eh…?

“…Please take good care of me.”

Has Celia been able to read Taijiquan before I know it? Am I raising a tiger cub?

In the end, I had no choice but to admit defeat.

So we hurriedly started moving towards the church.

…

Just as Ronan and his party moved toward the church, the Dwarves who had made an agreement also moved to the greenhouse.

And the dwarf saint, Betura, who arrived at the greenhouse, swept the tree in front of him with a new face.

“It’s a pity that this is such an urgent situation.”

“Even in an urgent situation, the tree is visible.”

When Gorg, who had come up to him before he knew it, said something close to reprimanding, Betura smiled and looked away.

“That’s that and this is this. Curiousness is something I can control. Like that kid who was manipulated and led here.”

“You bastard, even if that’s true, is it something to say even though there is still a traitor among us?”

“That’s right… traitor…”

Betura, as if lost in thought, dragged on her words for a long time, then brought up another story as if to change the subject.

“In that sense, Saint Ronan is a truly great person.”

“By the way. How on earth did he find out about the technique and even respond to it?

“God’s advice.”

“Can’t you guess something? Aren’t they the same saint?”

“Ha ha ha! Yes, I am a saint too. A saint like that Ronan saint.”

“This guy, suddenly funny. Why. Did you feel how inadequate he was after actually meeting Saint Ronan?”

“I mean this. It’s hard to even compare.”

Gorg added, taken aback by Betura’s sudden serious tone.

“What are you talking about with such seriousness about joking? So, the saint Ronan is the saint of humans, and the saint of dwarves is you.”

“I mean the princess.”

Normally, Betura, who would have eased the atmosphere by saying that I was joking just to see my older brother’s flustered face, would have calmed down.

“You mean Princess Azalea?”

“Yes, that princess. Isn’t it really amazing?”

“What? Listening to Saint Ronan’s words and coming up with your own plan at once?”

“That’s it. I’m an ignorant bastard, so I don’t know how great it is.”

“Hi-go…a saint…then what on earth is so strange about it?”

“Everything the princess said was sincere, and it was the most reasonable decision she could make. Since there was a traitor among the dwarves, it was natural for humans to be wary of the dwarves, and in fact, the princess was suspicious of us.”

“As a person in a position of responsibility, that is an inevitable judgment.”

“Even so, you believed in us and left us here.”

“What do you mean, what do you mean?”

“He himself doubts us, but he decides to trust us because he believes in Saint Ronan. Isn’t it amazing?”

At Betura’s words, Gorg stopped answering for a moment and thought for a moment.

Naturally, Betura looked at the pensive Gorg as if he knew that positive words would flow out, and belatedly added a belated expression of bewilderment.

“Ah, of course Saint Ronan is such a great person. He captured all the Imperial family who had a negative attitude toward faith. I felt it when I met the emperor this time, but it was different from before. He was more tolerant of faith. It should be said that it was done. That must also be an achievement made by Saint Ronan. I was also impressed to see him unconditionally defending us in such an uncertain situation. Even if he is sure of it, it would be a different matter to strongly insist on it to others.”

As if making an excuse for his words, he talked about Ronan’s greatness to the fullest, but the conclusion did not change in the end.

“But… no matter how true it is, isn’t it certainly strange to make judgments against one’s will like the princess?”

At Betura’s urging words, Gorg opened his mouth with a confused expression.

“What do you mean it’s amazing? Didn’t you say that the princess is no different from a good follower?”

Gorg clicked his tongue as he looked at Betura, who had a blank expression on his face as if he hadn’t known how to say this.

“Me too. Even if it’s different from what I think, if it’s God’s will, if it’s the words of a saint who acts on behalf of God, I’ll follow them. Isn’t that the correct belief of a believer?

If Ronan were present, he would have been overturned saying that it was fanaticism and not blindness, not faith, but unfortunately Ronan was not present here.

“If it’s really my will, are you going to do something against your will?”

“That’s not going to happen, of course it is.”

“What if I try to fulfill my own self-interest by selling God’s will?”

“Wouldn’t Kaliul be watching that kind of thing? I’m sure everything has a meaning.”

As Gorg made a clear assertion, Betura’s face contorted in pain for an instant.

Unfortunately, Gorg, who was staring blankly at the tree, did not notice Betura’s expression.

“Then brother… would you obey even if I told you to kill Saint Ronan?”

“what?”

Gorg, whose expression hardened at once at the unconventional remark, looked at Betura.

“I just made an extreme assumption because I thought that would happen, brother. It’s a joke, so don’t overreact like that. hahahahaha, brother is so serious about everything, so isn’t this younger brother making jokes like this every time?”

However, Gorg’s expression showed no signs of loosening up, and he just stared at Betura in silence, not scolding him for a joke that was not appropriate for a saint’s words and actions as usual.

“That’s right, brother…”

“if.”

In the heavy atmosphere, the moment Betura was about to say that it was a joke, Gorg began to speak in a serious tone.

“If you, as a saint, give such an order in earnest, I will obey.”

“Uh huh, older brother. You said it was a joke, but why are you doing that? What if someone listens? He usually told me to be careful with my mouth.”

“You may have been joking, but I’ll make it clear. As long as you represent God’s will, I will follow your orders, even if they seem absurd and strange.”

“Okay. You made a pointless joke that seemed to test my brother’s faith. From now on, I’ll really try to talk about it, so let’s stop at that.”

As Gorg continued to speak with a serious expression, Betura, with a tired expression on her face, waved her hand to stop it.

“Let’s stop talking nonsense and look at the trees.”

“Seriously, after making such a meaningful joke, do you really care about the tree in this situation? Didn’t you feel skeptical about your faith after seeing Petus’ betrayal?”

“Hyung-nim, do you call that a horse? Of course, I couldn’t even sleep because of the feeling of betrayal. But in the end, after dealing with that bastard, I can officially visit the academy and look at the tree that has been transformed into a sacred tree, which I have only heard about. Couldn’t it be?”

“Does a guy who thinks like that say something like that?”

“Heh heh, it’s not that my brother is taking my jokes so seriously, it’s not that the atmosphere is weird for nothing. If things go well, Saint Ronan will catch the culprit who raided the church, and if it’s really a diversion aimed at this tree, the academy will be attacked. . Wouldn’t it be okay to step out then. Until then, there’s nothing we can do, so let’s look at the tree. Saint Ronan has already given permission, so there’s nothing to hold back.”

Gorg, who had a dejected expression on the face of Betura who suddenly spoke logically, let out a sigh and nodded.

“Yeah. At least I’m not saying anything wrong.”

“Don’t grumble like that. In fact, I don’t think my brother will be interested in it either. It means that it’s not an order against my brother’s will.”

“oh my…”

The two dwarves quickly fell into the tree and began to look around, with an excited look that didn’t quite match the serious situation they were in.

There was a clue about artificially creating the holy relic right in front of them, but ignoring it was impossible for the Dwarven cleric.

It has always been their wish to create a holy relic with their own hands. A wish so earnest that it will become an opportunity for someone to become a devil worshiper, and so intense that they will never forget it.