Surviving as a Saint in Another World - Surviving as a Saint in Another World chapter 130

Forging (5)

Always. It’s always like this.

Azalea couldn’t help but think that while looking at Ronan next to Celia, who was casting holy magic with tears in her eyes.

Even though he was determined to accept whatever Ronan said, on the other hand, he had no choice but to dissuade Ronan because he showed this every time he came out.

It always hurts like this when you entrust the handling of a case to someone who is prepared to give their life for someone else.

The most frustrating thing is that Ronan doesn’t share everything he knows and thinks with the people around him.

Perhaps there were circumstances she couldn’t talk about, but Azalea’s judgment was that most of them were just doing it because she didn’t want to attract people around her.

That is the case even in this case.

From the start, he spat out random bomb remarks with a carefree face, and after that, he defends the dwarves without hesitation. When he arrives at the church, he tries to enter the church with the minimum number of people, including himself, as if it were natural. The conversation she had with the kid called Azalea was very on her nerves.

In the first place, it was hard to understand why he called the little girl by the name Anna without hesitation.

Could it be that Ronan remembers all the names of the people in the church?

Right after that, of course, a theoretical judgment followed that it couldn’t be, but what if it was Ronan? I felt strange that I couldn’t deny the absurd possibility of doing it.

Although Azalea didn’t know anything about the girl named Anna, she remembered at least the name of the priest Rhys.

In fact, the church in this city is in a semi-independent state from the church, but it was right to see it as a temporary neutral zone that the church has not yet given up, and Azalea, as a member of the imperial family dispatched to the city, needed to pay attention.

A priest who ran an old church in the commoners’ district until Ronan replaced the archbishop. A priest who happened to help Ronan when he dealt with a demon worshiper hiding in the city. And after everything was resolved, he returned to the church in the central district. A priest who received the trust of other priests upon his return.

That was all of the information about Rhys in Azalea’s head.

And that that was all, on the other hand, also meant that as far as Azalea knew, she didn’t have a very close relationship with Ronan.

Anything Ronan had to do with, even if it was a cleric, Azalea would have known with great care. But Azalea had never heard of anything other than that Ronan and Rhys had been in contact during the devil worship incident.

If so, what on earth does Ronan know to tell that little boy about Priest Rhys like that?

When the hell did Ronan have a relationship that could be called friends with Rhys?

Ronan didn’t know anything, but it didn’t seem like he was trying to appease the child in moderation.

Taking out the unidentified keyword of the corolla, they naturally continued the story that only they knew, and the child immediately began to trust Ronan, as if the story was quite impressive.

It is natural for a child to give careless faith to someone who treats him well, but Azalea also vaguely knew how difficult it would be to give faith to a crying child who was wary of all directions.

Whenever Azalea did this, she could not hide her anxiety because she thought that Ronan was a different being from them.

Saint Ronan, what do you see and what are you listening to in your life?

We are not as special as you. If you don’t tell us, we won’t know. If we don’t know, we can’t help.

At the time, I could barely hold back the words that filled my throat.

Anyway, it was important to solve the situation right now. I thought it wouldn’t be too late to ask after the situation was resolved.

I should have asked even if I had to spend time there.

As we approached the south tower, we saw a completely different appearance from what we had seen so far.

Countless people who died, and structures piled up as if to insult them.

And, Ronan’s visibly shaken figure.

It was the first time Azalea had seen Ronan so agitated.

I had been through such a terrible sight several times already, and I had never seen anything like it even on an expedition that would have cost far more in numbers.

I didn’t think it was simply because people close to me died.

Ronan loves humans to the point of shedding tears for people he doesn’t even know his name.

Did Ronan foresee this fact to some extent?

Azalea quickly shook her head.

The good-natured human was not weak enough to accept ‘a certain amount of sacrifice’.

If so, wouldn’t Ronan have something else that only he knows about?

As Ronan suddenly moved towards the inside of the tower, and the knights trying to follow him were blocked by the already dead knights, and Ronan tried to ignore the scene and enter the tower, Azalea’s doubts became infinitely closer to certainty.

There’s something else that hasn’t been said. You’re stepping out on your own in such a way to solve it.

The fact that I couldn’t keep up with Ronan’s steps this time also weighed heavily on me.

Dealing with the knights standing in the way was not as easy as expected. Most of the knights did not gain an advantage in battle with the opposing knights, even though the grace of Orion bestowed by Ronan had not yet turned off.

In terms of ability itself, this side had the overall advantage, but the reckless attitude of not fearing death, and the pressure of having to attack with swords against the knight who had been training and spending time with him created a long confrontation.

Fortunately, the corpse knights got weaker as time passed and they were able to subdue them soon after, but the purpose of stopping time itself had already been faithfully fulfilled.

When I finally caught up with Ronan, everything was already over.

Ronan hugging someone covered in blood. Likewise, someone wrapped in blood wrapped in Ronan’s arms.

“You really raised the dead?”

And even the voice of a demon worshiper lying on the floor, where you can feel the great desire contained in it, even though it must be dry words because there is no pitch.

Anyone can see that it was already after a fierce battle.

“Where are the emotions. In the heart?”

When I approached Ronan, wary of the dwarf spouting incomprehensible words, Ronan just looked down at the person in his arms without saying a word, lowering his head as if he was completely exhausted.

Celia became teary-eyed and clung to Ronan’s side and began to cast healing spells on Ronan, even if it was small, and Azalea began to check Ronan’s condition with a cold head.

I don’t know if Ronan healed himself with the healing method, or if it was the blood from Priest Rhys, who held everyone in his arms, but at least there were no serious injuries on the outside.

However, a line of blood flowing from Ronan’s mouth made it clear that Ronan was overdoing it.

Besides, the sound the demon worshiper shouted while dying. It was the sound that the knights behind Azalea had no choice but to hear and whisper together.

raised the dead

Azalea’s eyes passed Ronan and turned to the person in his arms.

His face was also covered in blood, so it wasn’t easy to recognize, but he seemed to be Priest Rhys.

And… he was breathing, his pulse was beating, and above all, the voice of the priest’s heart was audible to Azalea’s heightened senses.

It was obviously alive.

The devil worshiper mentioned the heart over and over again. Perhaps the heart has already stopped?

But now…

Azalea’s mind became complicated.

So far, Ronan has been an unprecedented level of powerful saint.

In addition to curing the daughter of the Torf family, who was said to have an incurable disease, she also casts graces that were difficult to bestow on others with ridiculous efficiency, and she can also use battle-related holy magic to the extent that she herself can fight all battles. So I wondered if this was really something one person could do.

But at least, that was something that could end with a great word.

There are many people who practice holy magic to cure illness. However, Ronan was only excellent at holy magic.

It is not that the act itself is impossible to bestow grace, but it means that it is difficult to bestow grace as easily and efficiently as Ronan.

s*xual magic related to battle is also in a similar context.

It meant that what others could do to some extent, they could do it better.

Raising the dead was essentially different.

As the dying dwarf said, it was not enough to say that it was great. It was great.

And beyond that, it was dangerous.

No one can bring the dead back to life. Life and death are within the realm of God.

The black magic of the demon worshipers, who used to move and deal with corpses as before, should be looked down upon.

Because to twist death, the absolute sentence imposed by God in any way, is an act of insulting God.

Was it not enough to be extraordinary? Was it not enough to be exceptional?

Did you go that far, wanting to save humans? Is it worth it to them?

Saint Ronan, if you fly that high, I…we can’t protect you.

You can’t hide somewhere and stop all those who draw arrows at you as you fly.

So far, there are many people who coveted the ability of Ronan Saint. However, at least it was not to the level of wanting to get it by force while ignoring the protection of the imperial family and ignoring Ronan’s own reputation.

But now it was different.

If this story spreads…

The royal family, saints, and people’s support… It was obvious that there would be people who would want to get Ronan’s hands, even ignoring all of that.

People who were not usually very religious seek God only when it comes time to die because they are also afraid of death, and they are afraid to face the God who will be after death.

It was not easy for Azalea to predict what they would do if she thought that Ronan could solve all of that. Even if that wasn’t true, the rumors that started to spread would grow immeasurably.

Can Ronan grant all the wishes of those who hear that sound and come to ask for my dead child, dead husband, or someone who has died?

If that was possible, they would have revived the dead outside.

It was natural that it would be impossible without some enormous restrictions and sacrifices on the part of the person. And it was clear that Ronan’s situation would not be very important to those who wanted to avoid death and save someone precious to them.

The future was so vividly pictured that people were accusing Ronan of not giving me that miracle, and Ronan was suffering at the words of those who did not deserve such sympathy, and Azalea became distant for a moment.

It was Ronan, who had a dying voice, who caught Azalea’s spirit.

“I have to go back to…to the conservatory…to the academy right now.”

It’s always like this under these circumstances.

In front of Ronan’s eyes, there is no such thing as his own comfort.

You don’t know what kind of ripple this situation will bring, you don’t even know how serious you are.

The only thing that comes out of that mouth is words that contain the will to move to solve the situation.

He does not seek understanding or recognition for what he has done, even though he knows that sooner or later the act will choke his throat.

Azalea struggled to put up with the possibility of shouting out loud.

There was no point in pressing Ronan now.

Ronan is injured, and the knights who have already come here have heard the demon worshiper’s remarks.

After sorting out the situation quickly somehow, the urgent priority was to crack down on the knights.

“We’ll figure it out.”

Azalea exerted her last patience and urged Ronan to rest.

Seeing Ronan hurrying away, it was clear that the situation was not over. It must mean that even the fallen Dwarves were not truly in the dark. Perhaps the academy could have been attacked right away.

But, at least to Azalea, it seemed more important to deal with the situation here than the unprecedented situation of the academy being attacked.

“Azalea-sama…it’s really important. Maybe something irreversible will happen.”

Why on earth does this person never agree with his words?

Azalea’s last patience ran out.

“What the hell is this irreversible thing!”

Azalea’s loud voice drew the attention of the hall.

Ronan and even Celia, who was next to him, were looking at Azalea with their eyes wide open as if they hadn’t expected it.

“I don’t know if you don’t tell me! I can’t help what I don’t know! Please don’t try to shoulder the burden alone, tell me the truth!”

As if to release her accumulated resentment, Azalea shouted one after another as if urging Ronan.

When Ronan insisted on this, it seemed as if the way he had learned to control his emotions over the years in the imperial palace was breaking down.

From Ronan’s point of view, it must be a ridiculous situation where Azalea suddenly gets angry and pushes herself.

“…that…”

Ronan was also embarrassed, so he could not speak for a while, and then he managed to open his mouth.

And even in that situation, Ronan’s voice didn’t contain any negative feelings toward Azalea.

“I don’t know about that, Miss Azalea.”

What you can feel from those words is an incomprehensible sense of sadness and, as can be seen from the content of the words, only the conviction that you will never involve the other person.

“I also have a vague idea that something irreversible might happen. That’s all.”

The way she added additional explanations as if she didn’t want to hurt the other person’s mood made Azalea even more miserable.

‘That’s not what I want to hear.’

Maybe even Ronan doesn’t know.

What Azalea herself wants to hear is that Ronan share what she knows, and then add a word for help.

However, in the end, no words came out of Ronan’s mouth asking for help.

Even though she knew Ronan was that kind of person, Azalea felt sad.

For Ronan, the thought that he was just one of the many, many people he needed to save…

“Azalea-sama. Please help me just once.”

…

This. It’s being used.

Those were the thoughts that Azalea had belatedly recalled after the accident had stopped for a moment.

I just spit out words that I could never refuse in order to understand my thoughts and somehow go to the academy.

So that’s not true…

“Everything I said is true. I don’t know for sure.”

It must have been a lie, of course, but for Azalea, there was a distinct sincerity in those words.

“If something doesn’t happen at the academy, you can rest there.”

Ronan will leave the place where so many people died and rest in peace at the academy? Anyone can see that he has a premonition of what will happen to the academy, so he insists so strongly. I wouldn’t even try to leave the side of that priest who risked everything to save him.

It was almost laughable to try to persuade him by saying such nonsense.

What’s even funnier.

“…you said only once.”

It was Azalea herself who was persuaded by those words.

Should I say I was convinced of this?

It was close to a stupid judgment that was swept away by just believing what I wanted to believe and hearing what I wanted to hear.

Azalea knew this well enough, but she couldn’t resist.

Because Ronan’s words of asking for help just once reached deep in my heart.

“I’ll believe you. Just once.”

Azalea finally nodded again this time.

…

And for a moment, Azalea considered that judgment to be a good one.

At least, until he arrived at the academy and heard that the imperial family had sent Ludmilla, the flame mage tower lord, as support.

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Ludmilla was a master at the pinnacle of fire magic and an excellent battle mage, and she thought that if she joined the master in the defense of the academy, which was already in a strict state, she would be able to really rest without Ronan stepping out.

I ‘thought’ so.

“I beg your pardon?”

That was until he heard the news that the dwarven saint had started attacking Ludmilla on the way to the greenhouse.