Surviving as a Saint in Another World - Surviving as a Saint in Another World chapter 86

Imperial Palace (1)

Wow, the prince is much more energetic than I thought.

The tenacious prince’s attitude, as if he was trying to imprint an impression of himself by clinging to me for the past few days, was fierce.

Every time he clung to me and teased me, I responded in the same way every time, but contrary to the expectation that he would soon get tired of it or feel distanced and fall away, the prince had grit.

At first, I just thought it was because I was making remarks that could lead to misunderstandings about the prince, so I thought it was because I wanted to get rid of a lot of misunderstandings.

He seemed to sincerely think that if he had said this with all his sincerity, it would be enough to clear up the misunderstanding.

I really don’t know anything else, but I have to admit that enormous confidence and self-love.

If you think you’ve done all the explanations, you’ve never had a good conversation with me so far, so I’ll just have to go back. I couldn’t help but have an impression of what the hell was going on.

Didn’t you cling to me to clear up the misunderstanding…?

At this point, I don’t even know why it clung to me anymore. Do I just need someone to talk to?

If the princess didn’t intervene properly every time, it might have stuck to it all day.

Isn’t it the desirable attitude of a villain to take a step back and promise the future after being beaten once or twice?

If I’m a saint and you don’t like me, shouldn’t everyone be a villain?

I threw myself into a proper bed for the first time in a while thinking such useless thoughts.

Currently, the expedition has steadily stepped on its way home and has almost reached the capital of the empire.

Actually, since it is not yet dark today, you can step on the capital if you hurry, but the moment you enter the capital is the beginning of the triumphal ceremony, so today we will settle down in a nearby city adjacent to the capital, finish the final redecoration, and enter the capital early tomorrow morning. is said to be scheduled

In my sense, if something feels artificial or if you are going to do something like this, I would like to prepare a separate march around the capital rather than holding an event the moment you enter the capital, but seeing that no one thinks this strange, it is a common way in this world. it must be

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Let the high-ranking people take care of the complicated content, and I’ll think of smiling hard. Just thinking about walking around with a smile on my face all day tomorrow already makes the corners of my mouth ache.

smart

While I was worrying about tomorrow, I heard a knock on the door.

Who is it? It’s still early for dinner. Is it the princess?

I got out of bed, touched my clothes once, and said.

“Come on in.”

“It’s a very dangerous move to open the door without asking who it is, Brother Ronan!”

And before I could finish my words, the door opened and the room quickly became noisy. The prince, who had apparently been dragged by the scruff of the neck from the princess earlier, broke into my guest room before I knew it.

By the way, the prince had been calling me by the bizarre title “brother” for a few days, saying that the saint is too hard, and that I get hives when called by such titles.

…I’m regretting why I didn’t confirm who he was. If I had known he was the prince, I would have pretended to be asleep.

I swallowed a sigh and asked.

“Why did Belfar visit me? I thought you were looking around the streets by now.”

It’s my fault for thinking that if the prince likes to stand out among others and build a reputation by stepping in among them, then of course he would have gone out to hang out with the soldiers who were so excited about the victory ceremony to be held tomorrow.

“You understand me so deeply already, I’m glad my efforts over the past few days have not been in vain!”

If you talk about yourself like that all day long, I think everyone will understand this much even if you don’t like it. In that sense, is it true that the prince’s efforts paid off?

I didn’t really want to admit it.

“So what happened…?”

“Why is Ronan’s brother stuck here?”

I’m not like you. I’m full of troublesome things for others to find out after I go out. I’m sure there will be troublesome things for a while from tomorrow, but why do I have to make unnecessary things and handle them?

“Well…you don’t want me to interrupt and ruin the atmosphere?”

Although tomorrow’s event is scheduled, it’s not an atmosphere to eat and drink to your heart’s content, but it’s still an opportunity to solve the first round of riots officially given to the soldiers who have come this far while causing minimal disturbance.

“Hmm…? Brother Ronan tends to underestimate his status too much.”

I don’t really think I’m underestimating my status.

Rather, the higher my status is, the weirder the atmosphere will be.

Of course, the relationship between me and the soldiers who participated in the battle cannot be said to be that of a division commander and a new recruit, but I mean that it is uncomfortable when someone noticeably different from others interferes while playing with each other.

“Lord Belfar, as always, is overflowing with self-love.”

On the other hand, from the prince’s point of view, if I personally play with them, it’s natural for them to have fun, so the remark must have come from the perception.

It’s not that others should be happy because of his authority or things like that, but that he can make others happy if he steps in, an idea that could be thought of as a clown selling laughter.

It was a really great way of thinking in many ways.

The prince’s unique way of thinking, which he had experienced for several days, naturally gave off a slightly strong tone, but he was confident that even this the prince would laugh it off.

“If I don’t love myself the most in the world, who will love me!”

This prince has a much stronger mentality than I thought… His narcissism is so strong that most words can’t even scratch him.

Giving an effective blow to the first meeting seems like a miracle.

“So… are you here to talk about going out with me?”

I asked that out of etiquette. Anyway, I was going to refuse no matter what the prince said. Because I have an invincible excuse, a shield called prayer time.

“I think so, but since my brother is not willing, I will stop.”

After saying that, the prince strode over to the table and sat down on a chair.

I didn’t even recommend sitting down in the sense of going out quickly, but I don’t think I’ll go outside, so I’m going to take a chair and get stuck.

Reluctantly, I picked up a cup and poured water.

When I handed him cold water, meaning, please, drink cold water and set yourself up, the prince, who alternately touched the kettle and the teacup that poured the water, began to glisten at me.

Why are you rushing all of a sudden?

“As expected, I want my brother to have it.”

I got goosebumps for a moment.

All sorts of thoughts passed by as he silently raised his divine power.

If I kill the prince like this, will self-defense be established?

“Wait, brother. What are you thinking?”

Thoughts about whether it was okay to kill the prince right in front of the imperial capital, and what to do with the aftermath.

“…Ah! You must be wrong! I don’t mean that, so don’t misunderstand. I prefer a beautiful woman like my sister!”

What? He’s an idealist who lusts after his family and the princess?

Princess Nini!

“No, I’m not saying that my sister is my preference, I’m saying that I prefer a woman who is as beautiful as anyone can see!”

“Mr. Belfar…”

“Brother, this is really unfair! I can make all the women I’ve had feelings for face to face!”

What? Every night in the prince’s own secret space, they are holding a judicial training party at a level that is difficult to describe with words?

“For some reason, the more I talk, the more I feel like I’m becoming an indescribable trash. It’s the first time I’ve ever experienced it.”

Yes, orgy lovers with sodomy and incest wishes are trash.

“Please stop looking at me like that. When you look at me like that, I wonder if I’m really wrong.”

At that point, I withdrew my gaze as if I was looking at garbage that could not even be recycled.

As for the first question about sodomy, it was true that I was instinctively wary because the subject was me, but it was easy to notice that the subsequent explanation was true.

But still, looking at the prince as if he were looking at trash… It’s fun, ㄲ, oh, that’s not it. It’s a shock therapy to wake up the prince’s attitude. It is a shock therapy performed in a safe.

If it’s not this much, this incarnation of narcissism that doesn’t even scratch the mental needs to be hit by the mental.

“Huh, I started talking to show off my charming side to the fullest and try to win over my sister, but it doesn’t make sense.”

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Look, how he recovers in an instant. His regenerative power is comparable to that of the last tree monster he dealt with.

“Are you subservient?”

I asked the prince back as if I didn’t know what he meant.

“Yes, I hope you don’t pretend you don’t know. I’m well aware of the direction my sister is taking just because she’s been protecting my sister’s reputation for the past few days and taking the damage she’s done to me.”

Um…this was a hit. I didn’t expect to be so direct about it.

Pretending to be calm, I drank a sip of water and naturally looked at the prince’s aura.

It was the same aura of joy and pleasure as before. I don’t know what makes everything so enjoyable and fun.

“I’m not trying to say anything. I like my sister. Of course I like people who work hard for my sister. In that sense, I like what my sister did. But I can’t shake the thought that it would be great if he did it for me.”

Seriously. To be honest, it was the most difficult opponent I’ve ever had a political conversation with.

Isn’t a guy who says he likes his quietness from the bottom of his heart just a madman?

“If what you do for Agelia is a nuisance to Belfar, wouldn’t the act for Master Belfar be a nuisance to Agelia?”

“Sometimes unfortunate things like that happen. Like the words I uttered unintentionally stabbing my sister.”

The sadness he showed this time was also sincere. He was a much more complicated guy than I thought.

“Even if you say that the next emperor is named, the conflict will not go away as long as your father lives and rules. In fact, all of this will end when the next emperor fully ascends the throne. Isn’t it? The feud just goes on.”

“Then shouldn’t Belfar give up on becoming emperor?”

“why?”

I heard that an unwanted feud is continuing.

“I think I am worthy enough to rise to the position of emperor. I think you are also worthy enough. That is the root cause of this tragedy.”

I felt a kind of wonder beyond absurdity at the words of the prince, who was confident that he was a person worthy of becoming an emperor.

Emotionally empathy was impossible, but he could understand why this incarnation of narcissism had followers comparable to the princess.

A little too much confidence makes a person look arrogant, too much confidence makes a person look like a liar, but if you go beyond that, it brings some kind of trust.

The belief that this person is not really possible.

Especially if the surrounding background and individual ability support it.

If a person passing by on the street tells me that I have the power to rule the world, everyone will laugh at me, but when the CEO of a world-famous company appears on a broadcast and says such things and takes out an unknown remote control, I just want to do it.

“So, I hope you can help me. Before either side gets into a really tragic situation.”

Although he expresses that he is one or the other, he probably does not have the assumption that he will be the party to the tragedy in his head.

In a word, this prince is urging me to take his side, not the princess’s, in order to sincerely save the princess.

Even with words, I don’t even know what I’m talking about.

“I don’t know what kind of power you have in me.”

“Are you serious?”

The prince’s hand pointed at me.

“A human saint born in a few hundred years, in just a few months, his name encompasses the entire empire and is receiving sincere favor from the elves. You’re hanging on. Do you really think that your sister has little influence?”

Could you add that you also met God there?

Actually, I don’t think I’m too small. I just said it out of modesty.

“When I enter the imperial palace this time, I think my sister will have a very close meeting with my father. What do you think?”

Just thinking about it makes me feel sick to my stomach. Can I not do it?

“Even if that were to happen, I would not recommend a specific person, driven by my personal likes and dislikes.”

Actually, I was full of thoughts of recommending the princess diligently.

“Yes, my sister is such a person… But what if my sister has a big obstacle to becoming emperor? If it’s more reasonable for me to become emperor.”

…Is there such a thing? That’s a bit different.

What is it, tell me quickly. Let’s manipulate public opinion.

“Your sister is a woman.”

…

An uncomfortable silence passed between me and the prince.

what a woman

“Can’t you see?”

Could it be that the reason that you are a woman right now is a ‘reasonable’ reason for not being suitable for the throne you mentioned?

Dude, if this was Hyundai, if you said that, the prince or whatever would be a burial right away.

No, it’s strange when you think about it.

In this world, there is something called mana, so even women can engage in physical work if they awaken mana, so there is no difference in how women treat them.

Did you really go crazy? Did you love yourself so much that you loved your own gender so much that you hated the other gender?

“Hmm…it’s a bit embarrassing to see your sister react like that. Do you really feel anything about being a woman?”

“It’s hard for me to understand what Belfar-nim is talking about, other than that he’s making gender-discriminatory remarks.”

“Isn’t Orion a male god?”

…uh…

“Of course, the act of judging ability between a man and a woman by gender is an extremely ignorant act, but in our religion, which is believed by the majority of ordinary people, God is a male god.”

Wow, wait a minute. I think I have a bit of a headache right now.

So since Orion is a male god, it makes more sense for a male to be the ruler of humans?

No, this isn’t even the Holy Empire anyway, so what does that matter?

To say that, if you see the prince confidently saying such things, it must mean that those are not the prince’s opinions, but rather the general sentiments of this world shared by most people.

Thinking about it again, I know in my head that it is a real dog eating, but there is no room for rational refutation.

Of course it is. It’s because it’s an unreasonable dog-eat-dog sound in the first place!

But Ariel is a goddess, so the elven kingdom is ruled by a queen from generation to generation?

Such was the power of religion. Even if it was not rational, it became a matter of course if it hardened under the name of custom.

Orion This man is still a troll even after he’s away. Can’t he just be a goddess from now on?

It’s been a while since I had a headache.