Surviving as a Saint in Another World - Surviving as a Saint in Another World chapter 133

Dragon (3)

Wow!

Once again, the ground on one side shattered with a roar.

“It’s different from the power that Petus had. Saint Ronan, if it wasn’t for you, I might have already died. Are you still okay?”

Does this look okay to you right now? Thank you so much for the comments that don’t help the current situation at all and only make you feel depressed.

It was a thought that came to my mind reflexively at the words of the dwarf saint who approached me.

And right now, I didn’t have enough time to think of such a sarcastic remark to a person who had no hostility unconsciously.

“Ahahahahaha! How long can you last?”

What the hell is that crazy b*tch? Why are you so lively?

How much time had passed since I started fighting the wizard. I blocked the wizard’s large-scale attacks, and small magic or physical attacks were blocked by the saint, the knight commander, and the princess, and a few knights who joined, and the confrontation barely continued. …it seemed unlikely that this standoff would be sustainable.

So far, I still have room, but the biggest problem is that I seem to have more room than that.

No matter how much I consumed divine power in the church, my opponent created hundreds of golems and was consuming a lot more mana because of the absolute difference of being outnumbered.

Is that the effect of the dragon’s heart? What the hell is that dragon’s heart?

“It’s still okay, but it’s not easy. Does Betura-sama know? The reason Ludmilla-sama betrayed and became like that.”

It didn’t seem to be the case when I was asking this in a carefree way, and even if I was a saint, I didn’t think I would know anything about dragons.

“Are you going to embarrass me even in this situation?”

what else is that

“It’s okay if you don’t care so much about me. Just because we’re fighting together like this doesn’t mean my sins are lessened.”

Wait. If you openly lay the groundwork like this, you can’t even notice it.

Come to think of it, it was said that the power that the strongest Dwarf, named Petus, who had just been subjugated, had in his hand was incomparable.

It was clear that the mage knew something about the power he had in his hands.

Could it be that you have something to do with the dragon’s heart?

Of course, all the circumstances so far pointed to the dwarves as the cause. In fact, I noticed the fact that even the dwarves, who were considered black, were puppets, and that the magician, the real traitor, had the heart of a dragon, so I noticed the existence of a new black world called the dragon. I thought so until I filled it up.

But of course, because of that dragon’s heart, I thought that dwarves were just being taken advantage of, a pure victim position. It’s a traditional setting that’s rare these days, but traditionally, dwarves are also a species exploited by dragons.

While I was thinking that, the saint started spouting nonsense.

“What that woman embraces is probably the demon worshipers tried to create by costing countless sacrifices in their home country and stealing even the religious relics… No, it’s something that completely transcends the concept of a mare or relic.”

…

Why are you saying that now! No, really, why are you saying it now!

If you’re going to hide it, hide it until the end, or just say it early!

My brain got complicated.

What is this? A sudden confession of conscience?

If you think about it together with the aforementioned fact that your faults don’t go away, are you actually confessing that you were also part of that wizard? In this situation?

You made it? Dragon’s heart?

“After defeating the demon worshipers, including Petus, I was thrilled to see what they had created. It was an object, but it was not an object. It talked to me endlessly. It was alive.”

The saint said as if he had suffered something unbelievable, but I thought that was the case. I must have met the unknown being who I had been talking to all this time.

In the yard where there are uses that I thought do not exist anyway, is it a big deal that there are things with ego?

“That kept stimulating my feelings. He said that if you become perfect, you can fulfill the dwarves’ long-cherished wish, and you can become their savior.”

Are you saying that you fell for that? Certainly, seeing that the dwarves are so obsessed with that tree, it seems reasonable.

“Of course, at the time, it was a product made by demon worshipers, so of course I thought it was a trick to deceive me, and I ordered it to be taken back to my country. But…”

The saint turned his head and looked at the wizard who was bursting into madness.

“I underestimated the power of that object. It was only when I came to the imperial court that I learned that all the dwarves returning home with the recovered objects were found dead. The thing with the is gone.”

Since he has the ability to stimulate the desires of people he has come into contact with or to use as a puppet, it wouldn’t have been difficult to escape. Since he could change targets, he would have been able to move unnoticed like in the academy here.

Did you go round and round like that and fell into that woman’s hands? Then, there might be some responsibility for negligence, but it’s not really your fault, is it?

“From the moment I heard the news, I probably had a premonition that this moment might come. But the longing in my heart prevented me from telling you the truth. It will be enough, so I comforted myself even if I didn’t believe it. Actually, that’s not the case.”

I stared at the saint once without speaking.

After all, is this saint also saying that he wanted to see the thing called the dragon’s heart perfected, and see his ideal come true?

It’s just that he didn’t realize it, but in his heart he had the heart to agree with the words of that thing? Maybe that’s why he says it’s his own fault for not warning others…

It sounds like you’re saying that you’re not the same as the wizard, but you’re like an implicit accomplice. Why did you suddenly change your mind?

Perhaps understanding my doubts, the saint once again gripped his weapon tightly and said,

“After coming here and seeing Princess Azalea and Sir Gorg, I can see what I’ve been forgetting. From the moment I ask for proof of my faith, it’s not my faith. It’s only when I see a dwarf going mad and ask God for proof, and I doubt it. Is that true faith?”

Hmm…why does the conclusion fall so short after going well?

“hehehe, if you think about it, did Kaliul foresee and arrange this far?”

Didn’t he change his mind just because he was a good guy by nature?

Honestly, if Calliul foresaw this situation, wouldn’t he have told him about the dangers of the dragon’s heart and prevented this from happening right away?

It’s strange. Does God do something else on the dwarf side too? Why is this situation neglected?

Whether or not I questioned the dwarven god, the saint went on his way.

“So I’m infinitely sorry for you, Saint Ronan.”

Then shouldn’t I be sorry for the princess or the knight commander? I don’t remember showing such unconditional trust.

“The faith you gave us. That was decisive. At least if you’re going to call yourself a priest, you shouldn’t betray that pure faith.”

…Ah, that.

Gradually, I got a rough sense of what the saint was doing wrong.

Come to think of it, it might seem to be an unconditional belief to some extent.

I showed him how to grasp the unknown existence and instilled faith in him that he could identify a traitor, but he said that he believed in a saint who regarded himself as a traitor and felt guilty.

But that’s… it’s just because I can see the real evidence in my eyes. If I had known there was such a conflict, I would have asked to be detained in order to prevent any possible stabbing in the back of my head.

The word misunderstanding soared to the end of my throat, but I endured it.

Yeah, well, it’s not that I’m harmed, and he said he took care of it and changed his mind, but now it’s ambiguous to even say anything.

Besides, that’s not what’s important right now.

“So, I’ll risk my life to stop that.”

The intentions are good, but…

I turned my gaze back to the wizard.

“It’s annoying now! Shut up everything!”

Just in time, wings with a coating began to sprout from the wizard’s back, and through those wings, he began to fly into the sky.

The more dragon-shaped organs there were, the more powerful it seemed.

…How on earth are you going to stop that? You think it’s really buggy? Why do you keep powering up in real time?

What is a game boss? Is there a gimmick that moves on to the next phase when a certain level of health is exhausted?

“Don’t worry.”

A saint who opens his mouth with a strangely confident tone while looking at the same scene.

When the muscular giant with a serious voice said that, it seemed that he would gain new trust.

Is there something else that can be trusted? A holy relic of great ability that has been passed down from generation to generation in the Church of Calliul? Or a special divin method?

“I need a little bit of time. Shameless, but can I ask you a favor?”

I felt like I finally understood why he had bothered to talk to me in such an urgent situation.

Originally, it is common sense that such a special skill takes a long time to cast.

Perhaps he was trying to ask me to earn that time while he was lost… If there was something I could do to turn the situation around while I was getting tired, of course I would be very welcome.

Rather, it makes me want to ask why I haven’t used it until now.

“Please leave it to me.”

“Yeah…I believe it.”

Closing my eyes to catch the atmosphere, I watched the saint begin to increase his divine power, and I flew up to catch the wizard’s attention.

In the first place, when the wizard flew up, most of the knights had already encountered a difficult situation even approaching, so the wizard’s gaze naturally turned to me.

“It always gives you a sense of superiority when you fly and look down on life on the ground, doesn’t it?”

Do you fill up your self-esteem with things like that? That’s a disease. Get some treatment.

“I don’t know. In the first place, I’ve never flown unless I’m fighting.”

“Whoa, do you want to appeal that I’m just a normal existence like humans on earth?”

Write, how did you know…? It’s not like that, but there was a feeling that I didn’t want to create a sense of incongruity by flying around on a regular basis.

“Everything is different between you and normal humans. No matter how you live, people don’t see you as the same as they are. Don’t you know that?”

I couldn’t help but question whether it was because I had some time to spare or if there was a change of heart.

Why is he like this all of a sudden?

“Why do you live like that with the power of a god in your hands? Are you afraid that you will lose your power to a god again? If that’s the case, I can help you. You will become a new god.”

It’s absurd. Didn’t you say that you would use me as a sacrifice and become a god?

Really why?

Even what he was saying seemed sincere.

“If God wants to take my power back, he must have a reason. I never thought I was afraid of that.”

Actually, it’s the most frightening thing. Isn’t it almost the worst thing you can think of? Suddenly losing your ability one day even though nothing has been finished.

“”You’re special.” That means you deserve it. “You gave me a clue that would make me whole.”

A strange feeling began to creep into the wizard’s voice.

It’s definitely the wizard’s voice, but I can feel his energy there. But it didn’t seem like he was talking at all.

The feeling of mixing the personality of the wizard and the heart of the dragon in moderation.

Are you gradually being brainwashed? Or are you truly becoming one and changing your personality?

I don’t know exactly what it was, but it didn’t seem like a very welcome change.

It’s usually a national rule that the stronger the assimilation rate, the stronger the power.

“”If you are with me…””

Charrr.

“This is…?” Kreureu…! Don’t be like that!”

Fortunately, pretending to listen to the conversation seems to be able to pass the time, so I was pretending to listen moderately, but a white chain that came from somewhere began to wrap around the wizard’s leg.

Embarrassed for a moment, the wizard, perhaps realizing what the chain was, turned his gaze toward the place where the chain flew while embracing feelings of bewilderment and anger.

I also looked at the place where the chains flew, and there, as I expected, there was a dwarven saint.

It was a chain made of light from the dwarven saint.

If I had to accurately describe it because it might be misleading, it was literally a chain protruding from the body of a dwarven saint.

“”Cross-sealed?” Kwaaa! Fool! Do you think you can contain me only if you consume all your souls!”

Wait a minute. Cross-seal? Soul Exhaustion? What the hell is that ominous keyword?

“I see. It’s a fearful existence. I wonder where the hell this thing came from, but unfortunately, I don’t think I can solve that question.”

I heard the voice of a saint who replied as if it were natural from below.

“Certainly, it’s hard for me to handle alone. I have never felt so sorry for my incompetence as today.”

With those words, another chain flying from somewhere began to entangle the wizard’s hands.

“These mean things…!”

The chain that flew this time was the one from the knight commander.

Starting with that, countless chains began to fly towards the wizard.

All the normal Dwarves in this place were throwing the chains pulled out of their bodies at the wizard.

“Brothers. I’m sorry.”

“Saint Betura. It’s to handle the dwarves’ karma, so why are you apologizing?”

“That’s right, Holy Son. This is our duty, so we will gladly accept it.”

It was difficult to keep up with the momentary changes in the situation.

The dwarves below were suddenly filming a scene out of nowhere among themselves, as if they were prepared for death.

What are you doing? You’re dying? It’s the kind of holy magic that comes out once in a while to enhance the secret beauty of sealing by sacrificing one’s own life, but is always released someday. This?

Why the hell are you using that stuff? Wasn’t there a solution?

What kind of solution is it to seal it by sacrificing their lives like this?

“”Don’t be ridiculous…!””

The sorcerer, who had become invisible even after being covered by numerous chains, began to reappear while pulling the chains with a cry close to death.

“Huh…”

Then, looking at the many dwarves who threw chains at him, he began to inhale.

Dragon breath. There was only one thing that came to mind.

As soon as I reflexively blocked the wizard and used the maximum strength of the barrier,

Wow!

It wasn’t the sound of exhaling, but rather the sound of air exploding, and sparks began pouring down.

It wasn’t just a flame. The divine power itself that entered the barrier created by the Holy Law itself was melting.

What is this…?

“Give me a little more strength! Pull the chain!”

You guys, stop doing useless things!

I tried my best to protect it, but if you commit suicide on your own, it’s not a real battle.

I wanted to shout that, but I was busy concentrating on the situation in front of me because of the barrier that kept melting.

The heat in front of his eyes showed no signs of diminishing, and the dwarves behind him showed no signs of stopping.

And to just watch so many people die right in front of my eyes? That’s for the best?

Did Kaliul really mean this? Did he condone the sacrifices of so many people and so many dwarves who died today in order to seal that monster?

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Let’s make one hundred steps and assume that humans are racist racists who ignore humans because they are not of their own kind.

Even assuming that, if all the dwarves were going to die, wouldn’t they have to show themselves? At least something had to be done.

You are a god. You are a god!

In the next moment, the heat I felt in front of me changed into a completely different feeling.

It wasn’t a threatening heat as if it was trying to kill me, but a warm heat as if it was giving me warmth.

…knack…knack…knack…

As I was bewildered by the sudden change of circumstances, I started to hear a regular rustle from not far away.

“Here…”

It’s not the first time I’ve experienced it, but I knew it right away.

I came to my senses and turned my head towards the sound.

Not far away, an old smithy had been built.