Surviving as a Saint in Another World - Surviving as a Saint in Another World chapter 80

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“Princess, we have to step back!”

“Still Ronan Saint is in there.”

“I can’t even lose the princess! You have to survive!”

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t do my duty as a princess. But I believe in Saint Ronan. I won’t move a step until Saint Ronan brings the queen out.”

In the middle of the battlefield, it is difficult to grasp the situation due to the trunks that began to cover the surroundings right after the saint charged at the tree.

The princess, who was dealing with the demons flocking nearby, kept her position despite the elves’ warning, and turned her gaze toward the place where the saint had disappeared.

For Iris, it wouldn’t be strange to say that life at the academy was like a dream.

Eating together, taking classes, and having heartfelt competitions over small things.

Even thinking about it now, I think it was a bit harsh for the elven princess and saint to create all sorts of strange works of art in the flower class.

Unfamiliar experiences in a space where you can be a complete self, not the next queen or the next saint.

It was an experience I hadn’t had in a long time, because even my mother, who had grown up, treated her as a queen and a saint who would one day inherit her throne.

Although not everyone treated him that way, at least Ronan definitely treated himself as Iris, not as the elven princess.

It was so much fun to treat even one person in the world without fault.

But did Ariel say that all the pleasures in the world have an end?

It is natural to encounter joy and happiness, so sadness and pain are also natural things to face someday, so did this happen?

From the rise of devil worshipers on the borders of the kingdom and empire to the revelations the queen received.

As soon as she heard the news, Iris knew what choice the Queen would make.

Because he knew very well that if my death could preserve the kingdom, the one who would make the same choice a hundred times would be his mother.

mother’s death.

The Queen is the one who receives Ariel-sama’s protection and is the spiritual support of the elves.

The death of such a queen was something she had never even thought about.

What would happen if the queen died passed through Iris’ mind.

After the queen dies, she will not be the next queen, but will truly become the queen and saint of the elves.

Iris was afraid of all of that.

The death of her mother, the fact that she was not yet ready to take the position of queen, and the fact that she had to decide everything without anyone’s help from now on.

Perhaps even the fact that I had to leave this academy and return to the kingdom.

It was an extremely impulsive act for Iris to visit Ronan immediately after hearing the news.

In fact, it was a huge disgrace.

It hasn’t even gone through an official diplomatic mission, and the other party is a saint of another race.

Ariel’s revelation even hinted at the death of the Elven Queen.

Asking for Ronan’s help here was no different than saying, as the princess had said, that the queen of elves was going to die, so share the risk instead.

Conversely, to be honest, if the empire had made such a request to the kingdom, there was a high possibility that it would have been rejected, even if it involved devil worshipers.

For the elves, the fact that the queen and saint moved at risk meant that they would solve the problems that depended on the kingdom’s survival.

Nevertheless, the saint set out to solve the situation without hesitation.

Despite the opposition of the princess, she supported Iris and wanted to join her in order to save the queen.

The fact that the meaning was eventually ignored and then fulfilled by the church was no longer a very important matter to Iris.

More than that, Iris thought that the saint had done her favor, and had bent over and entered into a church she was not very close with, drawing cooperation in order to save the queen.

In this way, through this expedition, the church’s goal of contacting the saint, laying the groundwork to shake Ronan, and obliterating the debt to the elves, became Ronan’s achievement without anyone noticing.

Thanks to Ronan’s efforts, the expedition was completed on a tremendous scale.

Iris felt hopeful for a moment, thinking that this might be able to save her mother.

However, those feelings turned to guilt as he went through all the horrors of the Plaguelands that followed.

Every form of unpardonable satanic trickery that deceives even death.

Thanks to Ronan’s quick action, it didn’t lead to much damage, but I could feel that an atmosphere of reluctance towards elves was established among humans every time I faced enemies who would not be strange even if they were traumatized.

As it was a devil worshiper who appeared in the border area, the responsibility was ambiguous, but since the devil worshipers were elves and the revelation that the situation could be ended with the sacrifice of the queen came down, an atmosphere was formed that the elves were responsible for the situation.

Therefore, this expedition was half-forced to save the queen, and it was only natural for humans to think that the elves were the reason they were going through such terrible things.

Even though nothing serious happened because the main members of the expedition, including the princess and the saint, did not ignore the elves and treated them well, it was inevitable that their feelings towards the elves would deteriorate.

Iris was fully aware of the atmosphere of the expedition and fought on the front line with the elves more than anyone else, but it was inevitable that she would get tired little by little.

In addition, in the evening, I stayed up all night worrying about whether my mother would be well, whether there was an unexpected action, what would happen to the expedition that departed from the kingdom, and if I did not notice these terrible monsters, the damage would be great.

Iris’s emotions were steadily wearing down.

It was in the fantasies of a demon worshiper that the feeling reached its climax.

In the fantasy, Iris was in the palace.

As if going to the academy was all a dream, as if everything that happened at the academy was a happy dream that reflected Iris’s own hopes.

The first few days were confusing. He couldn’t believe that all he had been through was a dream, that all the disgusting breath of demons he had felt just a short time ago was a dream.

Perhaps all of this was a revelation given to her by Ariel.

So, like a madman, I went around asking about Saint Ronan, about the devil worshipers in the borderlands, and asking if there were any revelations from the Queen.

Despite all of her bizarre behavior, the people around her calmed her down by answering steadily rather than thinking of her as strange.

Even the queen came separately at night and asked Iris if she dreamed of her death, and asked if it was that uneasy and frightening, and held her hand.

The Queen’s warmth that night was so warm that Iris gradually accepted it as well.

At least because it was all a dream, her mother was safe.

The knight who died on the spot after being hit by the devil’s claw instead of the moment he was in danger was also safe.

That’s it.

It goes without saying which was more important: the happy memories of her own youth or the comfort of her mother and everyone else.

It was when Ariel began to gather her mind, thinking that maybe it was a dream that Ariel had to rebuke her self-deprecating mind that she would not be able to become a saint like a saint.

It happened so suddenly and without warning.

“Quaaah!”

As soon as Iris relaxed and fully accepted the current situation, she was awakened by a distant scream.

Iris, who jumped out of the bedroom in a panic, saw the scene of the quarrel.

The royal palace was on fire.

A group of unknown humans invaded the palace and slaughtered the elves, and throughout the palace, the elven knights and priests who resisted the humans died helplessly, and the younger elves were captured by violent hands and dragged somewhere. there was.

“What the hell is this…!”

The holy magic from the fingertips of the enraged Iris aimed at the surrounding gangsters.

Flowers and plants that grew all over the palace grew, and they tied up the perpetrators and sentenced them to death.

“Princess!”

“You must run away!”

The surviving elves approached Iris and shouted.

“What the hell is going on? The Queen? The Queen?”

“Humans have attacked. We still don’t know what happened to the queen…”

Hearing those words, Iris headed straight for the Queen’s sleeping quarters.

Common sense suggests that power great enough to burn down the palace could not appear like this, as if it had fallen from the sky overnight, but an ominous feeling swallowed up all those thoughts.

The moment Iris finally entered the queen’s bed, Iris faced a scene that was hard to believe.

“Are you the princess? You’re a little late. Can I leave you to clean up?”

“Please.”

Faces that have become too familiar.

Ronan and Princess Azalea were walking out of the queen’s bed.

“Saint Ronan…? I think something, something is wrong. Humans are attacking our palace right now… please stop.”

Seeing the incomprehensible sight, Iris held out her hand to Ronan in a trembling voice, asking for help.

Just like when he asked Ronan for help to save the queen in his dream.

Even though I already knew in my head what a human saint and princess would mean walking out of the queen’s bed while humans were burning down the royal palace.

“Poor. Are you out of your mind?”

Ronan looked at Iris who reached out his hand in a pitiful way and laughed at her once, then started to leave without even looking at her.

Iris, who had been staring blankly at Ronan as he left, suddenly turned to the queen’s sleeping quarters.

The figure of the bloody queen seen through the crack in the door where Ronan left.

Iris, who couldn’t even close her eyes and made eye contact with the corpse of the queen lying on the floor, was filled with anger beyond reason.

“aaagh!”

The divine power in response to Iris’ anger made all the plants around her grow.

The plants surrounding Iris aimed at Ronan as if they would attack him at any moment.

Still, Ronan continued to walk away from Iris as if he didn’t feel anything, but didn’t take any action.

“why?”

Instead of shooting plants at Ronan’s defenseless back, Iris opened her mouth.

“Why did you do that?”

Iris asked the reason, with the feeling that it was okay even if I didn’t understand, so she could make any excuses.

Still, no reply came from Ronan.

“Say something! There must be no reason for doing this!”

Iris shouted convulsively but failed to attack Ronan until the end, and lost consciousness feeling faint pain without hearing the answer until the end.

The next moment, Iris woke up in a prison-like space.

It was difficult to tell whether it was day or night because there was not even a ray of light, and it was a prison full of disgusting smells.

As if they had no intention of saving her, even the minimum amount of food was not given to them, and Iris began to die alone in a place where her sense of time naturally disappeared.

However, there was something else that bothered Iris more than all of that.

‘Why didn’t you attack the one who killed me?’

“sorry…”

‘Why did you forsake us?’

“sorry…”

‘Now the elves will continue their lives like slaves for the rest of their lives. because of you.’

“…”

Endless hallucinations and hallucinations torment Iris.

The voice of the queen reprimanding Ronan for not attacking and the disappointing voice of the knights. Even the voice hinting at the hopeless future of the elves.

Iris had no reason to think that all of this was strange. Her mind was rapidly deteriorating.

Suffering from cold, hunger, hallucinations and hallucinations, Iris met Ariel at the end.

[Why didn’t you slaughter the elves and attack the human who killed my saint?]

Iris looked up at Ariel blankly, unable to answer.

Contrary to the sound of being benevolent with any elf, Ariel, with a hardened expression, scolded Iris fiercely.

Why?

In Iris’s mind, the daily life of Ronan and the academy came to mind.

[You are not qualified to be my saint because you did not forsake the elves and defended the one who killed the elves.]

Even though it was expected, a tear welled up in Iris’ eyes.

All the elves around him, including the queen, died, were attacked by humans, including Ronan and the princess, and finally the realization that he had been abandoned by the god of the elves began to fill up.

His life was prepared as a saint. If he lost everything and could not become a saint, what meaning would his life have?

[Instead, I will give you one last chance. I will give you power, so kill the human saint. and make up your mind So pay for that sin.]

Right before Iris asked for her death, Ariel’s voice rang out.

At the unexpected words, Iris stared blankly at Ariel.

[Kill the saint with your own hands.]

A hand stretched out from Ariel.

As if it was her last chance, the hand held out in front of her passed through Iris’ mind.

If all of that was my dream. If Ronan in reality was just a ruthless killer.

At that time, he had to fulfill his duties that he had not fulfilled.

Iris reached out her hand toward Ariel’s as if possessed by something.

Just before Iris’s hand finally touched Ariel’s,

Kwajik!

An unpleasant sound, like something breaking, rang out.

Surprised, Iris reflexively bit her hand and looked around, and a crack appeared in what had just been a wide meadow, as if a space had been broken.

Kwajik!

It wasn’t only that, Ariel’s body gradually began to crack like a stone statue splitting.

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As if it was broken, it was not enough to spit out the words he had just spoken irregularly, and the dignity in his voice disappeared, and a terrible voice like scratching iron began to flow out.

bang!

And finally, as the incontinence spread to her face, Ariel’s shape shattered like pieces of glass with a roar, and the world began to twist.

Things that had happened since waking up in the palace began to be reflected in all directions, and only then, as if something that had been covering her eyes disappeared, Iris was able to intuit that all of this was an illusion.

“I…what did I…”

And Iris realized that all of this was the work of a devil worshiper, and that she had the heart to go over and kill Ronan.

“Saint Ronan…”

An unbearable disgust consumed Iris.

It was unacceptable that he harbored such feelings for a man who did his best to help him, whether it was a devil worshiper’s gimmick or not.

“sorry…”

After awakening from the illusion, Iris’ guilt reached its peak when she learned that she had been rescued by Ronan.

In the meantime, to hide the fact that he had been corrupted, he couldn’t stand the fact that he was hiding even his credit, so he came forward and revealed the truth.

I felt like I couldn’t stand it if I didn’t do this.

It felt like all of this was happening because of his own coercion.

So when the Queen’s messenger arrived, when she learned of her mother’s decision, Iris reflexively shouted to save the Queen, but somewhere in her heart she gave up.

He said he had worked hard enough at this level, and that he had already caused a lot of trouble.

In accordance with the princess’ consideration, Iris was preparing her heart in her heart even to the point where the elves were debating to decide the future direction.

Prepare to accept your mother’s death, leave the academy, and accept your future as a single queen.

However, there was a person who did not give up the life of the queen even after coming to such a final end.

It wasn’t the elves who insisted on going to rescue the queen.

Even as they said that, they weren’t sure if it was right for them to charge on their own to actually save the queen.

Ronan Saint suddenly appeared.

Only he, more than anyone else in this room, more powerfully than Iris herself, was thinking only of the survival of this queen.

It seems like the sacrifices of the people will be forced, so it’s crazy that he and the elves go to save the queen.

He seems to be worried about the lives of others, but still doesn’t care about his own life. He seems to be thinking of nothing other than the goal of saving the queen, which even the elves are not sure about.

Iris inadvertently asked Ronan why he was doing this.

Ronan’s answer to that was so simple and plain.

As if saying the obvious truth of the world that 1+1 is 2.

Because Iris herself and the elves were sad.

Because there was still a chance to stop that sadness.

Because it’s not quite too late yet.

There are emotions that Iris naturally feels when she comes into contact with the Queen and Ronan.

Sometimes when you face a noble spirit that seems impossible to you, as well as a strong will that makes it hard to believe that you are the same person, you feel, even if you do not want to, that you are not yet able to stand side by side with them.

Until now, it had led to self-reproach or self-improvement, but from that moment on, Iris gave up the act of trying to judge Ronan with her own standards.

It felt more like an insult to Ronan.

And Iris, clever enough to understand why she had such feelings, swore deep in front of Ronan instead.

Not an oath made by an elf to another elf, but an oath made by a saint to a god.

The rules of the elven saint were not known to the world, so it seemed that the elves and Ronan did not even notice, but even if no one knew about it, his oath would be eternal.

Because that’s what an oath is.

After that oath, Iris gave up thinking or judging Ronan’s words.

Only the strong belief that it could be achieved with Ronan took its place.

Therefore, even when Ronan said he would go out to save the queen, he focused only on protecting Ronan rather than being suspicious.

Although Ronan, who had flown to the tree, was hidden by the stems, and demons were attacking from all sides, Iris’ faith did not fade.

because…

bang!

Iris’ thoughts were broken by a roar.

The light of undoubted victory soared into the sky, shining brilliantly.

In that light, the unconscious queen was with her.

When I came to my senses, the demons that had been rampaging so far were collapsing on the floor.

“Because I know what Ronan Saint means will always come true.”

Seeing that, Iris muttered something that no one would hear.

Words of faith closer to blind faith than speculation based on logical grounds.

“Waaa!”

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Loud cheers, unbelievable for tired soldiers, began to be heard from all sides.

“Fall down!”

As one soldier said, the trunk of the tree began to rot and collapsed because it could not support its own weight.

Everyone had an intuition that the situation was over and that they had participated in a battle that would remain on the pages of history.

“Long live Saint Ronan!”

“hurray!”

Praise for the saint began to be heard.

Ronan was undoubtedly the protagonist of the battle that will go down in history.