Surviving as a Saint in Another World - Surviving as a Saint in Another World chapter 96

Banquet (2)

The relationship between the church and Ronan was far more complicated than people thought.

It is a fact that those with a sense of humor know to some extent that the Church has grown apart as Ronan has officially tackled the Church’s actions as the Church has failed in its attempt to seize Ronan’s leash. Think of it as a ‘fight in the house’.

This is because the undeniable premise of being a priest is at the base of it, even if they collide with each other due to their different directions.

Therefore, most people expected that this situation of confrontation between the Church and Ronan would not last long.

Originally, it is difficult for a third party to intervene in a family quarrel, and a confrontation in a situation where there is no such variable usually does not last long.

In the early days of the situation, there were many views that Ronan would eventually bend and enter the church, but as time passed, Ronan made his name and proved his worth at an absurd speed, and even gave off an atmosphere as if he was receiving full protection from the imperial family. There has been a big change in the perspective of predicting dominance.

As a result, Ronan’s value rose, and naturally, more and more people reconsidered the name value of the title of saint.

Originally, the title of Ronan’s saint was chosen in a way that was outside the standards of humans, and humans who had a hiatus of several hundred years did not clearly realize its value, so the gaze of seeing it as a kind of honorary position was strong.

However, as Ronan began to gain the upper hand in the family fight with the church, the opinion that the title of saint was actually higher than the cardinals began to spread subtly, and the emperor seemed to recognize the saint as an equal to himself. As attitudes were displayed, these opinions exploded.

Cardinal is the title that is currently held up as the highest office in the church.

Of course, cardinals are those who are at the top of a huge church, and their name value cannot be said to be low, but given that there are many of them, it is difficult to compare their value to a single being like a king or emperor.

Then, Ronan’s only title, a saint recognized even by the emperor, is of course a fitting name for the head of the Order of Orion, which goes beyond a cardinal.

The nobles naturally thought of another name that was very familiar to them, from the name of the saint, whose degree or position was still unclear.

Although it is taboo beyond recognizing it in the modern Empire, it was a name that clearly existed until the Holy Empire.

He is the only being standing at the top of the church and deserves the respect and admiration of all members of the church and countless people beyond him.

Pope.

Ronan’s recent achievements were brilliant enough that the name, which had already become taboo, naturally came to mind.

Even those who approach the denomination from a pragmatic point of view, rather than the object of faith, most of them come up with this idea, but what about the denomination?

Of course, the elders of the church would not want to hand over their power to a youngster who suddenly emerged one day and was chosen by God, but looking at it in the long run, it would be much better to acknowledge Ronan and put Ronan at the forefront of the church’s attempt to regain its former heyday. You will know that it is an advantage.

In the first place, from the birth of the saint, many people were concerned that the authority of the church would become stronger because of the saint. It was so obvious.

Although he showed several times that the saint and the royal family were close in the process of confrontation with the church, many people could not stop worrying about him.

In the end, the essence of the saint was a priest. Due to the widely known saint’s benevolent nature, if the church formally acknowledges the wrong judgment of the saint of the past and the church’s mistakes pointed out by the saint, and asks for advice for the church to move in the right direction, he The possibility of rejection also seemed low.

So, when the nobles who participated in the banquet finally started chatting with the saint and the high-ranking priests dispatched from the church, they had no choice but to focus their ceremonies on that side.

I couldn’t say for sure that if the church would bend one foot and accept it, there would be no possibility of the birth of a second holy empire in human society.

It was a very tense moment.

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“I’ve heard many stories. Didn’t the Fellowship be annihilated because the saint figured out the devil worshiper’s nefarious tricks?”

“I’ve heard stories of you proudly overcoming an unheard-of, fearsome black magic that burrows into everyone’s consciousness and pierces the weakest part. Even the master, Lord Hexen, couldn’t escape the magic?”

I was troubled as I looked over at the clergy clinging to me and spouting praises for me like a vassal.

At first, when I saw these people, who could be called the essence of the church’s ugliness, I just wanted to run away with a shudder of physiological disgust, but in an environment where I couldn’t escape anyway, I emptied my mind and moderately agreed with the words of the cardinals and archbishops. A question arose out of nowhere.

Why are these guys so consistent?

It was a sarcastic remark about the fact that I had been talking about the difference between the outside and the inside from the time I first woke up in the church headquarters, but at the same time, it was a pure question.

I honestly thought there would be a pretty huge rift in the church by now.

As I once thought, there can be no such thing as a corrupt group in the world that strives for a certain goal with one mind.

After all, the biggest purpose of corrupt bureaucrats is self-reliance.

And my saga, as if they were really amazing, is mostly true, although exaggerated to some extent.

If they had only come across it through others, they might have dismissed it as a lie, but these guys would have received the story directly from the priests who participated in the expedition, so they would know that it wasn’t a lie.

If you know it’s not a lie, isn’t it normal to be shaken up a bit?

I fully understand the feeling of wanting to use my ability and not wanting to lose my seat to a stone that rolled in like me.

If someone tries to take away my saint title, even I will have a bubble and have a seizure.

But apart from that, don’t these guys have fear and doubt in their hearts?

Of course, nobles who think most of them are exaggerated praise it as a great achievement, and those who accepted the rumor as it is praised it as an achievement that will remain in the future.

Naturally, when you focus on me, the protagonist of the achievement, and become conscious of the title of my saint, interest and feelings about Orion are bound to arise.

Whether it is true faith or fear, the feelings that arise from that lead to support for me and Orion. Even if you are not a religious person, the existence of God is clear, so this is a natural flow.

Then, isn’t it normal that those who have borrowed the name of God to fill their own interests should be even more afraid?

Even if they know that it has been a long time since the gods stopped caring for them, if I go around making achievements like this confidently, I will at least once ask myself, ‘Has Orion really returned?’ Isn’t it natural human psychology to be afraid because you want to?

If such fear blooms, it will naturally be difficult to contact me, and it will be even more difficult to try to deceive me.

What on earth do they believe in and are they still full of thoughts of deceiving me?

Still, he is a cleric in name, isn’t he afraid of divine punishment?

I took a quick look at the people around me, but I couldn’t find any sign of fear.

Come to think of it, that leader. He clearly had faith in Orion, but he had no qualms about deceiving me and harming me.

Even if I say that he went astray because he had a twisted belief like the cardinal who tried to kill me, the guys who were spitting mouthfuls right in front of me didn’t seem to have such a great belief.

What the hell is it? The driving force that can make these people who are anxious to see themselves not tremble in fear of divine punishment.

I guessed that there was a high possibility that a group called Orion’s Shadow was playing tricks, but I had no idea what the cause could have a strong influence on these guys.

The first thing that comes to mind is that even the cardinals are being manipulated through some kind of brainwashing or suggestion, but if that was the case, I would have noticed it first with my cheat eyes.

What is it?

While I was licking my lips and regretting it, the words of the cardinals towards me were gradually becoming more private.

“By the way, saint… have you heard any stories during the expedition?”

A story you heard? A story you suddenly heard without any bottom or end?

I’ve heard a lot of stories because I gave a lot of pseudo-counseling to soldiers who were demoralized while treating them during the expedition.

“Archbishop Edgar, who was sent to manage Orion’s precious servants. I wonder if he said anything to the saint…”

“hehehe, since the misunderstanding between the church and the saint is deep, the role of resolving it was also an important task entrusted to Archbishop Edgar.”

Thanks to those who lowered their voices and whispered explanations as if they were having a secret story, I was able to get a sense of what they wanted to say.

It seemed to me that he was referring to the numerous rice cakes that the leader had scattered to take me to the main office.

Even though the leader died, if the leader sprinkled rice cakes well, they could take me to the headquarters without having to persuade me, so it seemed like asking.

The reason for avoiding specific mention was that if they mentioned the words they were trying to seduce me, there was a possibility that they would be stamped out by the imperial family when I was taken to the main office, so it seemed like they were saying it in an indirect way.

It’s strange to even think about it. I don’t think there’s any way that these smart-headed guys would try to fool me without preparing something reliable.

I felt the need to cut off this conversation so that it could no longer continue, apart from the question that continued to linger in my head.

What is the reason why I soaked that leader? Is it because, based on the image I’ve built up so far, there’s no good excuse for refusing to bow down from the real church, so it’s just to make me think that I haven’t been able to convey the church’s will?

It’s okay to pretend that the leader has been soaked and I haven’t heard the story, but when the church officials who came all the way here risked being stamped by the imperial family and directly asked me to return to the headquarters, it was the same.

“Ah, Archbishop Edgar. What a good man you were.”

When I rhymed with a positive word, the faces of the people around me all lit up.

I hate to see you so genuinely happy.

“So even after he fell, he tried to kill me, but I didn’t dare to use his hand.”

“Pooh.”

One of the archbishops, who had been drinking comfortably, couldn’t stand my words and coughed, as if the leader had thought that he would cook me well and make it easy for me.

The clergy around me were also looking at me with ambiguous expressions, as if asking if it was necessary to discredit the deceased like that.

As expected, I like your sh*t-chewing expression the most. I hope you always go around like that.

“That… a saint would dare to disgrace the deceased…”

“I still pray thinking of Edgar-sama. I don’t hate or resent Edgar-sama. That fall was a cruel trick that touched people’s weakest parts. I think Edgar-sama was able to fall into it enough. “

I spoke faster than any cardinal who tried to interrupt me.

A priest who tried to kill me, a saint, but was decapitated at the hands of the princess. Even if people in the know knew this, it wouldn’t be a story that you would want to talk about in a place like this.

So who’s to speak first?

Besides, what I said wasn’t even a lie.

Every night when I blow the head of a devil worshiper to sleep, it is mixed with the heads of the priests who sometimes fly as a bonus, so it is like thinking of Edgar every night.

Even hating him is unnecessary emotional consumption. On the outside, he treated me politely, destroyed all of his goals, and thanks to him, I learned that there was an organization called Shadow of Orion, and I used it to the emperor. I have to hate the black curtain behind me, so I hate the long-term horse, so where can I use it?

The demon worshiper’s fantasy was also an elaborate black magic that would not be strange to anyone who fell into it. Of course, the leader was not corrupted, but it was slightly different from reality that he was known to have fallen due to the illusion, but that is a really minor difference, so Archbishop Edgar, the real name list. You will understand in hell too. If you didn’t understand, you would have been formally resurrected and protested, but seeing that there was no news, it was clear.

no no

At my words, the clergy’s faces turned into very funny ones.

I have shown goodwill towards the leader this far, but it would be difficult to stop talking by claiming that I am insulting the dead here.

He seemed to be trying to express his regret about Edgar’s passing, but he seemed at a loss as to what to do since it was difficult to stop me from making noise.

“I was thinking of the kindness Edgar-sama had bestowed on me until the moment Edgar-sama jumped in to kill me and tried to bite my throat. …”

I opened my mouth and pretended to express my sympathy for Edgar in earnest and regret that I had no choice but to let such a talented person go! As I worked hard to describe the situation in which I almost died to him, the priests’ expressions became even more strange.

No matter how much I think about it now, it seems like I’m talking to cheer up the church, but I didn’t think that I would be sarcastic and bite my opponent this far, so it seemed like cognitive dissonance was happening.

After all, the image is so important.

“so…”

“His Majesty Barden Dennis, the Emperor of the Empire, the eternal sun of the Dennis Empire and the father of all, enters! Everyone please bow!”

In the midst of chattering for a long time, it was not the cardinals who stopped me, but the voice of the emperor.

Seeing the faces of the cardinals rapidly brighten as if they had found a way to resolve this situation, the mood that had been good until just now suddenly deteriorated.

There’s still a long way to go about it, but do you really think this will be an opportunity to escape?

Absolutely not. I’ll never run away until I tell Archbishop Edgar how I almost died in LA.

The thought of wanting to go to bed and avoid the annoying cardinals was already gone in my head.