Surviving as a Saint in Another World - Surviving as a Saint in Another World chapter 98

Banquet (4)

The appearance of the saint following the emperor to the center of the banquet hall as if it were natural without any change in expression despite the emperor’s unconventional proposal was very heterogeneous.

It was clear that the saint probably did not properly grasp the meaning of this situation.

Otherwise, how would he be able to maintain such a calm expression after getting involved in such a ridiculous situation?

Even though its origin was a church, it was not essential to know in modern times.

Even if he knew, he could have thought that the emperor didn’t really ask for help with that intention.

In fact, most of the nobles who took the situation most seriously did not believe that the emperor was really intending to recreate the religious ceremony.

However, such expectations of the nobles had no choice but to be discarded as the saint sprinkled divine power on the attendant who brought the cup.

It was too conspicuous to use divine power on an attendant who was suddenly fine.

Those who could not guess the meaning were puzzled, but those who were well versed in religious orders, etiquette, and history realized what the saint was doing and grabbed their throbbing heads.

It is a natural procedure for the participants to clean their bodies and clothes before performing the sacraments, even if they are not the sacraments, when performing any important rituals or ancestral rites.

However, since what is currently happening at the center of the banquet hall is so sudden, it must have been a simple way to purify the body of the attendant using the power of divine power instead of him.

At the same time, it also revealed that the saint regards the current situation as a part of a truly important ceremony beyond simply handing a cup or sending a signal to the emperor instead of serving as an attendant.

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What kind of idiot could have thought that the saint was unaware of the nature of the situation? Are you? Honestly, didn’t everyone think that way? But is it really okay? Isn’t the emperor accepting it without saying anything?

Ignoring the confusion of the nobles, the saint diligently continued his work.

This time, as if purifying the servants was not enough, he began to emit waves of overwhelming divine power around him.

Some uninformed people thought it was simply part of the saint’s performance for attention, but it looked different in the eyes of the nobles, who were convinced that the saint was taking the situation very seriously.

It was not enough to purify the servants, but the act of purifying everything around the saint and the emperor. It was obvious what the saint intended.

Originally, the sacrament was performed in the consecrated church, so it was as if the saint had purified the entire surrounding area just as he had purified the servants and servants.

In other words, since this area has been cleanly purified using divine power, it means that it will be considered the same as the church that was consecrated, even temporarily.

Originally, if such a claim was made with only such a trivial procedure, most would think it was absurd and far-fetched, but no one thought that way now.

The unconcerned appearance of the saint acting as if all of this was natural, and the overwhelming appearance of the saint radiating tremendous divine power casually, gave a legitimacy that was difficult to explain in words.

It was as if the place where I was was the church, so trivial procedures were not important, but it seemed to be proclaimed.

The nobles involuntarily swallowed their saliva.

The sanctity of those in charge of the sacrament was prepared, and a consecrated place was also prepared.

If so, shouldn’t we proceed with the sacrament in earnest?

As expected, the saint finally began to pour divine power into the cup and drink that were handed over.

“Huup…”

“Is it okay to do this…?”

By that time, even the ignorant nobles had no choice but to notice how things were going.

It’s not just a drink, but a cup and drink full of divine power.

Its implied religious meaning was so clear that there was no room to pretend that it was no longer meant to be.

This was not just an allusion to a religious event, to anyone’s eyes, but the site itself where a religious event was taking place.

What’s even more ridiculous is that even the priests present here were watching the scene with uncomfortable expressions.

The aristocrats were blinded by the absurd sight of an emperor accepting religious ceremonies and overlooked it, but strictly speaking, this did not mean that the emperor bowed to the cult. It meant that the emperor bowed to the saint.

People who do not know the complicated relationship between the church and saints may ask what the difference is, but the clergy who are involved in the complex relationship know better than anyone else that the two do not mean the same thing.

In the first place, the saint went to the center with the intention of conducting the sacrament, but did not ask for help from the numerous high-ranking clergy here.

At least, he could have asked another archbishop or cardinal instead of an attendant to pass the cup to the saint, but he did not even do that and poured his holy power into the attendant to avoid the situation.

I don’t know if this was intentional by the saint or simply because he didn’t want to cause unnecessary trouble to the clergy, but in any case, as a result, all of this was being done under the personal control of the saint.

In the first place, it made no sense for an individual to supervise the sacrament, but in a bizarre way that had never been performed before, ignoring all manners and proceeding, it was also an act of directly opposing the authority of the existing church.

However, it is already too late to stop it now. If the saint was stopped at this historical moment, the confrontation between the church and the saint could have been recognized as a fight between power and power beyond a simple family fight.

Although later on, the head office might ask why the matter didn’t stop until it reached this point, but the clergy present here judged that it was better.

If you try to step into this situation and stop what’s happening now, you’ll hear people say that you’re crazy about stopping it there this time.

Needless to say, his relationship with the imperial family, which couldn’t get any worse anyway, was getting worse.

“What would you like?”

“Keuheum… Let’s see for now. If we strike candles here, we will become public enemies.

“Of course, if that happens, the current situation is not our fault, but it could be a decision looking into the future.”

In the end, it was too obvious for the clergy to make a choice for their own self-preservation.

“Is it true that the Holy Son truly has no intention of rejecting us?

“By the way. You’ve made a very disappointing decision.”

All of this happened while watching the situation blindly because they did not like the fact that they did not notice what the saint was trying to do in the first place and simply bowed down to the saint and served both the saint and the emperor. did.

Regardless of whether the clergy were dissatisfied or not, the saint slowly passed the cup to the emperor after completing all the work.

In the glass, the wine imbued with divine power was shining on its own or it was an optical illusion caused by the light of the banquet hall, showing off a strange color.

It wasn’t that the scent was strong or anything like that, it was just a pleasant, subtle scent of grapes, but the smell was bizarrely spreading far and wide.

Even if you hadn’t seen the saint’s appearances a while ago, you could immediately recognize that the wine in the glass was not ordinary wine.

The emperor carefully received the cup with both hands, and the cup was moved in suffocating silence.

Finally, when the glass was handed over to the emperor, those who had been holding their breath quietly let out a breath close to a sigh.

Come to think of it, not even a brief exchange of words has taken place between the emperor and the saint until now.

After all, what kind of secret bond exists between the saint and the emperor? Is that why the two seem extremely close?

“If you don’t mind, can you say something? For the old man who has been wandering in the fog for many years.”

Their suspicions were almost confirmed when the emperor, who was handed the cup, stopped drinking right away and said so to the saint.

Calling himself an old man, not an emperor, he seeks instruction.

This is like admitting that the emperor himself is a lower being in front of the saint.

Has the emperor ever taken such an extreme example? If it was simply because of the title of saint, the emperor had already interacted with the saints of different races several times.

If you can’t explain everything with the word saint, it was right that there was another hidden intention.

The nobles who reached that conclusion shuddered to realize the true nature of the situation wrapped up in this sacrament.

Now, the saint will listen to the emperor and praise the greatness of the emperor, saying that the emperor has nothing to lack.

The emperor exalts the saint. With that, the saint’s status rises. The saint whose status rises exalts the emperor. With that, the emperor’s status rises. Again, the emperor exalts the saint…

Miracle Infinite Power!

Of course, under normal circumstances, this nonsensical cycle is impossible.

One side praised the other and rose in position, but this time they changed their stance and praised it. In order for the position to rise again, the two must form a very exquisite power balance in which each other’s position is reversed each time their position rises. Even if there is a very low probability of such Even if the balance is set and they raise their positions by exalting each other, they will eventually be blocked by someone above them.

However, those who did this were emperors and saints, who are hard to find in this land higher than themselves.

At first, it seemed that the power balance was not right, but that feeling was greatly diluted as the emperor treated the saint extremely favorably for several days.

In addition, the fact that the position of a saint is so exceptional that it is difficult to accurately tailor it also worked well for this situation.

As a result, a virtuous cycle of miracles was completed in which the position of the emperor and the saint would rise endlessly as long as they raised each other up.

It was truly terrifying.

Does it mean that the emperor and the saint were going over the name of God?

After all, did the emperor intend all of this? Or was the saint also a person who hid his true feelings?

If all of this is true, it didn’t seem impossible that sooner or later someone would make a name for himself as a living god.

“Does the emperor know of a way to bring peace to the world?”

“How to make the world peaceful…?”

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Look at that heinous conversation.

Judging from the sacrament, which had the meaning of blessing the other person and congratulating Orion for recognizing you, he suddenly brought up the huge topic of peace in the world, so now it was almost certain.

All of this was clearly a highly calculated political maneuver done in advance.

“In order to bring peace to all under heaven, we must govern the country well.”

And praising the virtues of the emperor who led such a country to peace, and praising the other party through all sorts of rhetoric that peace has come to the world by governing the country well…

“If the emperor wants to govern the country well, he must first govern the family well. How can he govern the country when he is unable to govern the family well?”

…huh?

The nobles exchanged glances to see if what they had heard correctly.

In order to rule the country, you must manage your family well.

Can an ordinary person rule the country well just because he manages his family well?

It was no different from implicitly saying that if the imperial family is not quiet, the country cannot be well governed.

However, the current imperial family was close to being well controlled by the emperor.

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It was the emperor’s only, and at the same time, obvious weakness, enough to be the most easily used justification when attacking the emperor who reigned without any problems from the aristocratic faction.

However, no one urged him to do some housekeeping in the face of the emperor so directly.

Even those who had just been engulfed in conspiracy theories and looked at the saint and the emperor fearfully exchanged glances with a puzzled expression.

…Isn’t it just the two of them arguing?

“In order to rule the family, one’s discipline comes first. How can someone who can’t even manage the family manage the family?”

Now, the imperial family was also lacking, and they were even saying that the cause was in the emperor.

The nobles felt the feelings they felt at the conferment ceremony again. I had a strong foreboding feeling that just by being here, my head would be blown away by blasphemy.

Please, can’t I give advice that isn’t that kind of advice in a place where we’re alone? Is it really necessary to hold the lives of everyone around us hostage like this?

“In order to govern yourself, you must set your mind upright. This is because a upright mind must be the standard in order to govern yourself.”

It was only when the saint finally began to spit out such words that the nobles recalled the story of what kind of person the saint was.

That saint was really just giving advice to the emperor with a genuinely worried heart.

Set up your mind. It was the representative word of the saint who has become very famous now.

Those words that I constantly emphasized whenever I met all kinds of people at the academy and at the memorial service.

When it’s hard to find the right path, when you lose your purpose and wander, the voice you hear inside is Orion’s teaching, so follow him.

It was clear that keeping your mind up meant always listening to your inner voice.

“In order to set one’s mind straight, one’s will must be clear, and in order to make one’s will clear, knowledge must be awakened. In order to attain complete knowledge, studying the principles of all things is the way to make the world peaceful.”

Perhaps the saint always hears the voice of his heart, the teachings of Orion.

So get away from all worldly perspectives around you and always look at the other person in front of you and be for the sake of the other person.

He was supported by the attitude of the saint who had such a major accident in such a crowded place and continued to speak his words while looking only at the emperor.

No matter how much the nobles tried to understand the saint’s disposition, they always shook their heads as they saw the saint’s attitude beyond their imagination.

Someone’s evaluation of the saint, “not human in many ways,” touched me so desperately.

“So, please, please remain as the emperor who makes this world peaceful.”

After talking about all that immaturity, the last words the saint uttered were reprimands, but at least it wasn’t even the words to turn to Orion because humans are so lacking.

A word of support that came from the heart of really wishing the emperor well that everything would be corrected from now on. That was all.

After that greeting, the saint bowed his head to the emperor as if he had no regrets, and then went down from the seat prepared in the center.

Only the emperor, who still hadn’t emptied his cup, was left there.

Maybe we should call this a sacrament now.

How is it that the person in charge of the sacrament bows to the person emptying the cup and leaves first?

It couldn’t have happened unless either party committed a huge disrespect and the event itself was misfired.

However, the saint who came down from his seat smiled at the emperor with a face as if his role was ending here.

It was the disheveled look of the emperor that even felt unfamiliar to nobles.

Finally, the emperor, who was left alone in the center, slowly raised his cup. It was a cautious movement, as if he were holding a precious sacred object rather than a cup.

And finally the emperor started drinking.

another silence.

The surroundings were quiet until the emperor emptied all the cups and the attendant next to him accepted the cup with a shudder.

It wasn’t that a very dramatic change occurred in the emperor who drank alcohol. He looked a little energetic, but that was one of the effects of alcohol, so it was natural.

“Handle it with care. From now on, I’ll treat it as a treasure.”

“Yes, old!”

The body of the attendant, who had been trembling at the emperor’s request, began to vibrate more vigorously, but no one paid attention to it.

The surroundings were still quiet as the emperor, who seemed to be engulfed in still-continuing silence and afterglow, did not say anything.

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And through the silence, a small applause began to be heard.

Everyone’s eyes turned to the sound of applause, and they could see that the saint was clapping with a faint smile on his face.

That was enough.

The nobles around him inadvertently started clapping along with the saint.

The applause spread to the surroundings in an instant as if it were contagious, and soon the banquet hall was filled with applause only.

The applause continued for a long time without interruption.

Among them, there were those who were genuinely moved and applauded, those who were swept away by the atmosphere, and those who applauded with a different mind.

In the midst of all kinds of human groups.

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How long do I have to clap for this?

My hand hurts!

There was also this one who was clapping because he couldn’t catch the timing to stop.