Surviving as a Saint in Another World - Surviving as a Saint in Another World chapter 69

Maze (1)

I slowly looked around and tried to figure out what was going on.

There was no one around.

The princess, the knight commander, the soldiers, the princess and the elves, the leaders and priests of the Orion Church, and even the barracks they stayed in were gone.

Instead, what I could see was a room with all kinds of fancy decorations and decorations.

I woke up on a soft bed in the middle of the room.

It was an unfamiliar, but familiar room at the same time. It was on the bed of the headquarters of the church that I faced on the first day of my previous life.

I was so nervous that I broke out in a cold sweat in an instant.

What is it? All the stories that have happened so far are dreams? Or after that?

Or is there a problem with my memory because I have already been manipulated by the cult? Have I been brainwashed by the religious cult and have the brainwashed?

All sorts of assumptions passed through my head.

I took deep breaths and tried to calm myself down.

If you try to continue your thoughts while in a panic, you will only reach a disorganized conclusion.

I decided to slowly retrace my memory.

First of all, the last scene I remember before waking up here is the scene of giving the princess mental care.

After that, I don’t remember anything special happening until I went to sleep.

It was so out of the blue to wake up in the church headquarters overnight.

So, if something happens in between, will I be able to wake up here?

I fleshed out the hypotheses that I had come up with in a panic and fleshed them out in my own way, and finally completed four hypotheses.

First, there was a problem with the expedition. During the night, the expedition was attacked and annihilated, and I was saved with a life-and-death, and as I tried again and again, it flowed into the main office.

Second, I have a problem with my memory. My last memory is that I went to bed after consulting the princess, but there were other things that happened after that, so I finally reached my current state, but I can’t remember that.

Third, I was trapped in a dream or fantasy, which is a standard material in this field. If I meet one or two people who were scattered and walk with them safely, then I become a monster and get eaten, then I will die in reality. Or I will be corrupted.

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Lastly, I received a dream or a revelation close to the real future foresight. I woke up after having that dream and hadn’t even escaped the headquarters yet.

The first assumption was virtually impossible.

With common sense, I don’t think it would be possible for a demon worshiper to wipe out that many people from the world in an instant.

Also, it must have taken another few days to get from there to the main office, but during that time I was just sleeping?

There was a possibility that he could not wake up due to the trick of a devil worshiper in the middle, and because of that, he was reluctantly transferred to the church for treatment, but I was personally skeptical.

If the devil worshipers had been able to swindle up to that point, wouldn’t the elf queen’s sacrifice and the survival of the elf kingdom be in jeopardy?

I think the second is quite possible, but there is no end to doubting the accuracy of my memory in this situation. Even if this is true, it is the most unproductive assumption. Even the slightest attempt to find out what had happened was likely to lead to suspicion.

The third was the assumption I thought was the most plausible. I would be disappointed if there were no strategies to penetrate the other person’s mind. Because it was an illusion, even if all kinds of absurd situations occurred, I could justify it. I didn’t like it because I heard it.

Finally, the fourth assumption was the fastest provable assumption, and if true, the situation was better than the previous three assumptions. If all of the above stories are true of what I experienced and what happened after that event, then this hypothesis I can’t believe it, but I saw something close to a precognitive dream, so in fact, nothing happened.

However, the development of the Asian heels is followed by a futility that cannot be expressed in words.

If the last hypothesis were true, it seemed to me right away that I would.

So far, one high school student is all a dream? I don’t have the confidence to do better than that, but what the hell is the meaning of showing the future. If this was really a revelation, start destroying Orion from today.

It was clear that no matter what the situation, it would not be solved by standing still.

I got up slowly, checking my hypotheses.

Where should I go to check what the hell is going on?

After taking another deep breath, I went towards the door, but the door opened before I could reach it.

Tension rose again.

What if someone from the church came to monitor my condition? What if I, in a state of brainwashing, doubted my condition because there was no way I could walk around like this naturally?

In that short moment, when I reached the point where I was contemplating whether I should open the door and subdue the incoming opponent, just like in this room, a familiar voice rang in my ears.

“Ronan-sama! You’re already awake!”

It was the voice of my exclusive attendant, Celia.

It was a cheerful tone full of joy rather than worry.

Hypothesis 1 is discarded.

Maybe it was because I saw a familiar, trustworthy face, so I calmed down a bit and answered Celia in a neutral tone.

“You’ve been diligent since morning, Celia.”

As I was choosing the words to ask while watching Celia smile after receiving my greeting, I suddenly noticed something strange.

Celia’s surroundings were overly clean. Rather than being clean, there was nothing to be had.

letter.

I couldn’t see the letters that indicated the name, status, and personal information of the opponent that I had become accustomed to.

Actually, this is the world that ordinary people see, but the world that I have been familiar with over the past few months has been so intense that the world seemed so empty.

What the hell is this?

The cheat ability was the least bulwark I believed in. At least as long as I had that ability, I wouldn’t be fooled by the opponent’s lies or get hit in the back.

Now that minimal bulwark is gone.

The tension that had subsided after meeting Celia rose again.

Again, dozens of possibilities popped up and then disappeared, narrowing down the candidates.

First, Celia has been equipped with the means to block my abilities, whether voluntarily or unwillingly.

Second, for some reason, some of my cheat abilities disappeared, or at least temporarily stopped working.

Third, in fact, there was no such ability originally, and this is just a misunderstanding due to the distortion of my memory.

Fourth, assuming that this is a dream or fantasy with a special purpose, the Celia in front of me is invisible because it is not real but a fantasy.

It’s a hypothetical party today.

In my opinion, the number 4 I want to think is the correct answer.

At least the rest of the families are saying that my ability is gone, or I didn’t have it from the beginning, or it’s blocked.

However, even if I tried to confirm hypothesis 4, there was a problem. Then why the hell does the aura look normal?

There were too many unknown variables, so I couldn’t act recklessly.

Especially since I couldn’t rule out the possibility that I had completely gone mad, or that the Church had done something, or that God had given me a revelation.

By the way, if this is really real, I will return to the main office and make the wrong choice while the cheat ability is gone? It was the Hell Mode open for the rest of my life.

Moreover, even if I assumed that this was an illusion, I couldn’t figure out how to break this illusion right away.

What if I do useless things to destroy the illusion, and then someone who realizes that I have caught the illusion does a trick and it gets worse?

Even if this was actually an illusion, I had to tune it to the right rhythm until I figured out a way to break the illusion.

“Ronan-sama…? Are you okay?”

After I was left blankly thinking a lot, Celia asked how I was doing.

I put into my mouth a question that was at least worth asking, but which would inevitably make me look like an idiot to other people.

“Celia, this may sound strange… what day is it?”

“Yes? Why are you suddenly like that?”

“I just don’t remember very well.”

Celia tilted her head as if it were strange, but answered steadily.

According to Celia’s reply, it was not long after I had dealt with the devil worshipers at the academy.

And much earlier than the time of the expedition I had been through.

If time doesn’t go back, it’s clear that this is an illusion, or a revelation related to the Fellowship, or that I’m just crazy.

“But why are we back at the academy?”

This isn’t some kind of dream, are you asking questions that you would ask if you were the first to possess?

If I go around asking questions like this, I’ll get a mental illness that I didn’t have before.

“Ronan-nim, where are you really bad?”

Celia looks at me with a worried expression on my face.

“I don’t think I’m in good shape today. I really can’t think of anything, so can you answer me?”

“You’ve been recognized for your contribution to defeating the devil worshipers at the academy, and you’ve returned to the headquarters. Sooner or later, you’ll be officially recognized as a saint, not a probationary saint.”

…

I stared at Celia’s face as she said that. Celia was looking at me as if something was wrong.

“Did the imperial family allow that?”

“Ronan-nim said he was going to die, so what can I say?”

Celia’s words and attitude dispelled most hypotheses.

In recognition of my contribution to defeating the devil worshipers, the church repented of its mistake and summoned me to appoint me as an official saint? And I agreed?

It seems that you are looking at the leader of the church who spoke to me with a sweet proposal a few days ago.

If I were truly a saint thirsty for faith and recognition, I might have accepted the offer.

But I’m not that kind of person at all.

In the first place, I ran out of the church to live and have no intention of going back until I change the head of the church, but I accepted that offer and came back?

It would be much more credible that I just went mad and returned to the church for treatment.

What kind of bastard’s settings are so poor?

Aren’t these things usually reading my insides and then creating a certainty that even I’m fooled?

Celia looked at me to see if she had said something wrong while I was lost at the crude setting, then quickly turned around in a fidget.

Anyway, I can’t believe this is fantasy.

I tried raising the divine power just in case, but everything worked normally.

Occasionally, when I read a novel or a cartoon, I was caught in a fantasy, and I didn’t understand people who fell into fantasy despite the dire situation in which they were fighting fiercely until then, but now it seems that I can understand them a little.

Until then, no matter how urgent and desperate the moment was, there was a person acting like this right in front of me right now, and it was not easy to doubt that.

I was even almost certain that this could be fantasy, so I didn’t have to tell you if you didn’t think of it.

“Ronan-sama. If you don’t feel well, can we cancel today’s schedule? Even if you rest, no one will say anything.”

I shook my head.

Emotionally, it’s almost certain that this is an illusion, but I still need to look around a bit more.

“It’s okay. Proceed as planned.”

“If you’re having a hard time, do you have to tell me anytime?”

I took Celia, who had repeatedly asked me to trust me, to complete the schedule.

“As expected, Saint Ronan is the red suit of our church.”

uh…

“How could you take the words of a saint lightly? Would you seriously consider them?”

hmm…

“Long live Saint Ronan! Long live!”

ah…

Meet and talk with the cardinals, meet with the nobles to discuss the order, and go to churches open to the people to spread the faith.

By the time I got back from all of that, the sun was already setting.

“You worked hard, Ronan-nim!”

Celia, who had been by my side all day waiting on me, said so.

“Celia. Did anything strange happen today?”

“Ronan-sama? Not at all! You were truly a saint today!”

Yeah? I’ve only had weird stuff.

He was like a saint…

Yes, even when I think about it, the schedules I had today were things that a normal saint would do.

So it was no more ridiculous.

Me doing my job as a saint in the middle of the headquarters of the church? Could that be possible?

The cardinals were sending me unconditional favor and trust. As if my words were the truth, they all nodded their heads and agreed.

The nobility was no different. He said that he would positively review all the opinions I suggested, as if he had just changed the skins of the cardinals.

Commoners? As soon as they saw it, they shouted my name very enthusiastically, and in the end, they all knelt together and began to sing praises.

Even when walking around the inside of the church, every priest I saw stopped at the same spot and bowed 90 degrees, making it difficult to move around.

In the meantime, Celia, the attendant, took care of everything so that I would not be uncomfortable, like a veteran who had done this for several years.

It was an environment that I had not hoped for.

One day, all the cardinals will be replaced with those who are loyal to me, and my reputation will grow so that no one can touch me and respect me.

It was an ideal life that made me want to be complacent.

But thanks to him, I was able to be sure that this is not reality.

Why did I want that in the first place?

Originally, I am a person who doesn’t like to go out in front of people or have tiring relationships with other people.

At least, if the cardinals had even outwardly respected my authority and intended to leave it alone, I would have agreed.

Why did I bother going all the way to the academy and putting on all sorts of shows?

If the cardinal hadn’t thought about bleaching my brain, I wouldn’t have volunteered to do such a chore.

But one day, you suddenly changed your mind as a group and showed goodwill to me?

Rather, it would be more credible that Orion suddenly returned to his seat and injected all the cardinals with a brainwashing beam to instill faith in me.

At this point, my fantasy hypothesis was almost certain.

Otherwise, the only possibility left is that I’ve been crazy and have been mistaking really good cardinals for bad guys all along, but I never thought I was crazy.

“Thank you for the compliment.”

I nodded and thanked Celia.

“I’m just telling you the truth. Ronan will be the greatest saint ever!”

Is that…

Even though I knew it was an illusion, I inadvertently stroked Celia’s head.

“hehehe… Have a good night’s sleep!”

What’s so good about it, Celia smiled continuously and then withdrew.

It was lively enough to make me happy to see it until the end.

After leaving Celia, the room became quiet.

After getting ready to sleep on the bed, I looked back at the current situation.

I was sure that this fantasy was an illusion because I pointed out a lot of false legs, but I still had no idea how to break it.

In novels, usually the first person to be friendly with me after waking up is the key to this fantasy, so I have to kill that existence to get out.

So, should I kill Celia?

I knew the answer to that rationally, but I didn’t want to admit it easily. Even though I didn’t know what problems were going on in reality while wasting time like this.

If not only me but the entire expedition fell into this illusion, the expedition might perish in an instant.

…

Alright, let’s start with the most easygoing Cardinals.

There was one good thing about being trapped in a fantasy. I’ve been enduring it with a moderate amount of fuss, but I didn’t even have to do it in moderation anymore.

People who unconditionally accept my opinion?

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Let’s see if he accepts my opinion that his earthen pot will fly.