Surviving as a Saint in Another World - Surviving as a Saint in Another World chapter 88

Imperial Palace (3)

“Waaa!” “Long live the saint!” “Long live the princess!” “Glory to the empire!”

my ears hurt

After finally entering the capital, we were making our way while listening to the sounds of people crowding the streets from early morning.

To be honest, I couldn’t understand why so many people were praising us.

It’s a paid job. Even so, why are most of the people gathered here giving up their jobs from this early morning and gathering here to praise them?

After doing this, do you give anything to the citizens who participated?

Of course, if I say my true heart, the public opinion of praising me that I have built up until now will turn into a public opinion of criticizing the saint who ate the concept.

Instead of opening my mouth, I occasionally waved at the people gathered on the boulevard with a plausible smile on my face.

“The Holy Son waved his hand at me!” “He did it for me! Blessings will come upon me!”

I’m really dizzy. It’s not like I saw someone and shook me. There were too many people from before, and they’re putting pumpkin hypnosis on people’s heads again.

And there’s no way blessings will come down just by saying hello. Surely that’s not the purpose of people gathering, right?

It was fortunate that the roadside was being controlled by the soldiers. Otherwise, the people gathered here might have gathered around and blocked the road.

Since I have an image that I have built up, it will be difficult to refuse when I receive a request like that.

Normally, it would have been a good material for a famous work, but it would be unpleasant to see a disruption in the schedule when you are being called to the imperial palace.

“Saint!”

“oh!”

“Stop!”

Just as I was thinking about it, there was a small commotion as people cut into the road on which we were marching, as if on target.

Guided by the sound, I looked ahead and saw a weak-looking woman in a ragged cloth, holding something precious in her arms.

Since this was a propaganda event, I was riding in the front row, and the woman who cut into the road cut in at a very subtle distance. She cut in too far and cut in too close to give the soldiers who were controlling the road a chance to respond. It was an exquisite distance without worrying about getting hit or passing oneself.

“What kind of guy are you?”

“Please save my child. Please, please.”

The princess next to me uttered a warning mixed with words, and before the woman who interrupted the march could answer, I was already examining the atmosphere around me.

Intervening in the march with an exquisite sense of distance may be considered a product of coincidence, but to my eyes, the woman’s heterogeneous aura caught my eye. Of course, the woman’s name and affiliation.

I turned my gaze to the princess once again.

It’s not a lie that the princess is flustered…

This time I turned my head and looked at the knight commander.

It is true that this man was surprised, but he is not actively thinking about stopping it.

Rather, it seems to be more interested in how I will act.

I didn’t know the specifics, but I knew there was going to be some disturbance, and I had my cooperation in advance, and if I’m sure I’m safe, or if the person who orchestrated this situation is willing to harm my safety, I’d say I’m willing to cooperate.

There are too few people who can be trusted or loyal enough to the master of the empire to draw cooperation with such an abstract explanation of the situation.

In fact, because of the belonging of the woman in front of me, it was a case where I had already decided half of the correct answers and put them together.

“Azalea-sama, wait a minute.”

After grasping the situation, I dissuaded the princess and made a gesture saying that it was okay for the soldiers rushing towards us, then got off the horse and approached the woman.

“Saint, don’t approach unidentified people recklessly. Let others handle it.”

That sounds right a hundred times, but there is no such thing as an unidentified person to me. There are only people who can approach and people who cannot approach.

And the woman in front of him was someone who should be approached rather than someone who could be approached.

“are you okay.”

After this expedition, the princess, who seemed to have had a change of heart, had fewer cases of giving in to my words, and while still taking a vigilant attitude, she silently took a step back and took an attitude of watching.

I slightly bowed my head toward the princess, then got off the horse and approached the woman.

As I approached, I knelt down on one knee and made eye contact with the woman as she shrunk and lowered her head as if apologetic.

“Do you need help?”

“My child…my child is very sick…”

She lowered her voice as if afraid, but showed me the child she was holding dearly in her arms.

The child couldn’t even cry and was breathing heavily in succession, but I could see that the whole body was like a ball of fire, so it was true that even a light touch hurts.

I immediately put my hand on the child’s body and raised the divine power. A light started to surround the woman and the child regained his even breathing in an instant.

“Ah…Thank you. Thank you so much!”

I just nodded my head silently as I saw the woman raising her voice to express her gratitude, perhaps because she was happy to see her child recover.

“Wow!”

The surroundings, which had been quiet for a while due to the unexpected incident, raised their voices again and began to chant my name.

After looking around for a while, I turned my gaze back to the woman. A woman who bowed her head to me as if she was really happy as she cherished her child.

A person who does not have enough money to receive the church’s help hears about the saint’s march and risks his life to save the child, blocking the way and asking for help…

It’s touching, and it’s a fairly plausible story that wouldn’t be strange even if it actually happened somewhere.

Most people would consider this incident a line added to my fairy tale.

If you are a pessimist or a conspiracy theorist, you might think that this case was artificially created to support me, but unless I catch that woman as a witness, it will be difficult to find fault with it, and if I say I didn’t know, it’s all a story, so I won’t pay much attention.

“Do you need any other help?”

“No, I’m already too indebted. Thank you so much.”

I pondered for a while as I watched the woman who seemed at a loss for what to do with my words. It bothered me.

It is normal not to do what I want to do, but I have been a person who has lived with a wall around me.

No matter how good a person is in the back, I can’t stand to say a word here.

Having made up my mind, I lowered my voice and spoke in a voice that only the woman could hear. It was a small voice that I did not want to reach even the woman right in front of me because the surroundings were so noisy.

If it’s not delivered well, there’s nothing you can do about it.

“If you really think you’ve been favored, why don’t you stop using children as tools?”

“Yes? What did you say…”

I say that, but the aura that fluctuated for the first time after meeting me let me know that the woman understood my words properly.

“A child is innocent, right?”

On the surface, as if to say a good word, she stroked the child once with her eyes half-closed, and when she said that, the woman silently lowered her head and looked at the child she was holding.

“Your loyalty is a virtue, but I don’t think Orion will be pleased with it.”

Now there was no response from the woman.

Well, if you look at it from the side, you can still see the moved woman shedding tears.

I put a small kiss on the forehead, hoping for the child’s health one last time, then stood up and calmly mounted the horse.

“What are you talking about?”

The noise around me was so loud that even the princess asked me if she hadn’t heard what I said properly.

“I just… I said a few words to make sure the child survives well.”

“I have received the blessing of Saint Ronan, so I will grow up healthy in the future.”

Well, what that kid needs to survive isn’t something abstract like a blessing, but practical help.

The woman with the child in her arms was pushed out of the road by the soldiers, and we continued our march as if nothing had happened.

The cheers, which had subsided a little because of the incident a while ago, grew louder again.

In the meantime, I turned my head and tried to find the woman who had mingled in the crowd.

It was difficult to find the woman’s figure due to the crowd that had gathered more in that short period of time.

“Are you bothered by that woman?”

The princess asked if I was caught looking back.

“I’d be lying if I said it didn’t bother me at all.”

“If you’re concerned, I’ll tell the soldiers.”

“Hmm…Wouldn’t it be hard to find it again anyway? Looking at the clothes, it looks like you’re poor.”

“Although the situation was resolved in a good way, it is true that the event was disrupted, so it will be subject to a brief investigation.”

I remembered the image of the woman being dragged away by the soldiers.

I think that would be a bit difficult.

It belonged to a place called the Imperial Intelligence Agency, which seemed to be using strength, so even if they were caught, they would be released soon, but the soldiers who dragged the woman in the first place belonged to the same intelligence department.

Wouldn’t all three of them have evaporated somewhere in an obscure alleyway by now?

“are you okay.”

I roughly guessed the whole thing, so I answered like that in order not to make it a big deal.

Oh, may I ask you this?

“Azalea-sama, do you know about a group called the Imperial Intelligence Agency?”

“Imperial intelligence… you mean? Where did you hear that? Did you find Saint Ronan by any chance?”

I just came and went.

The princess expressed her doubts as if she had heard something unexpected.

“I just recently heard the name, so I became interested. It’s a unique name.”

The princess looked at me suspiciously for a moment, then explained.

“Imperial Intelligence is one of the departments directly under the emperor that is exceptional in the complex imperial bureaucracy. It is one of the direct powers of the emperor.”

Is it a basic knowledge to operate your own secret organization that is not known to the world when you become a high-ranking power, like the Orionists and the emperor? Shall I make one too?

“It is impossible to issue orders unless it is the emperor, and it is only seen by the emperor, so what exactly the intelligence agency is and what orders it carries out is a mystery.”

It wasn’t much bigger than I thought. He just went to a play.

“So, Saint Ronan, if someone calling themselves the Imperial Intelligence Service comes to you, be on your guard. They are not people I can control.”

That’s what it feels like. With this, it became almost certain that the emperor was behind the act he had just committed to deceive others.

While talking about the princess and the Ministry of Information, the march gradually ran toward its end.

It took some time to arrive at the imperial palace because it was not intentionally entering the capital and going directly to the imperial palace, but it took a while to reach the imperial palace as it was touring the capital as if touring, but finally the imperial palace began to come into view in the distance.

The overflowing people also gradually began to decrease, and then they disappeared and the only ones around them were soldiers with strong discipline.

So, now…

As natural as possible, I reached into my bosom and grabbed the snagged item. A piece of paper that was clearly not belonging to me came loose from my bosom.

Shall we check how he put on a show like that while making a speechless child suffer from a high fever in order to convey something great?

I checked the writing on the piece of paper that came out of my arms.

[Caution for clergy dispatched from the church. If you want to know the truth, come to the studio in the third annex at midnight on the second day.]

…Is it spam text?

No, even though I know it’s a document sent by the emperor, I think it’s a spam text message. Who the hell would seriously believe in a memo like this?

…Isn’t it? Rather, if you don’t know anything, could the paper in your bosom feel mysterious?

Well, even if it’s like me, I’m walking down the street, and suddenly a car that broke down a building stopped in front of me, opened the door, and the driver said, ‘Get on, I’ll explain later!’

Anyway, maybe this is a bit harsh.

There’s nothing special about the content, it’s just full of stimulating phrases, and the actual content is just to meet at midnight on the second day.

In the first place, can I go to the place called the annex at midnight?

Sending a note secretly like this isn’t an official meeting, so I wouldn’t take responsibility for getting caught while walking on the wall of the imperial palace!

If you can’t prove your ability to come this far, you don’t deserve to meet me. What is this?

To become emperor, do you have to be this kind of cock?

Or did you forget to write down how senility came and came because you lived a life that dominated this vast land for so long?

I shook my head as I looked at the imperial palace in the distance.

Oh, it’s about to be boycotted.

But I couldn’t give up this opportunity, even for the sake of the princess, for my bright tomorrow, even to whisper in the emperor’s ear, “The religious bastards are so assholes. Please fight and fight instead of me.”

Huh, could it be that I am a person without blood or tears who notices my desperate heart and uses it?

If you are a normal person, when you see someone like me, shouldn’t you just want to help and do the work for me?

It’s so hard to find a normal person in this wide world. Did all the normal people in the world disappear except for me?

It was really unfortunate.