The Blind Saint Who Can See - Chapter 14
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#14. Reunion (1)
The saint’s schedule is as follows.
5 o’clock, wake up and dawn prayer.
7 o’clock, breakfast.
7:30, study.
12 o’clock, lunch prayer.
2pm, lunch.
3pm, study.
6 p.m., evening prayer.
8pm, dinner.
9pm, bedtime.
I wrote it down in detail, but in the end, it is a life of only repeating prayer and study.
There is virtually no break time or leisure time in it.
It was such an ascetic and restrained life, and to the average person, it was a schedule that would almost seem like abuse.
Even more so when you know that the saint has lived like that for ten whole years, from the time she was twelve until now.
“I brought you food!”
Amy, who brings meals to the saint’s room, was also one of those ‘ordinary people’.
“Thank you, Amy.”
“What is it?”
She owed her life to the saint when she was young.
The memories of that time were still vivid.
I was sick enough to die, but when a little kid around my age took my hand, my world turned upside down.
From that moment on, she decided to become a priest. Also, her father, Mars, has now become a naturalized citizen of the Holy Land and has become a full-fledged knight.
“Are you going to stay there?”
“Because I have to take the dishes away after my sister finishes eating.”
Amy, who was recalling the old days, looked at Justinas again.
‘A diet that is really nothing but grass… … .’
The plate was covered in grass, grass, and grass.
The only things that aren’t green are red cherry tomatoes and apples.
Amy asked with a weary look, leaning one arm on the desk.
“How on earth do you live like that, sister?”
“And that’s how you live?”
“If I lived like my sister, I would have gone crazy a long time ago. I couldn’t play, all I could eat was grass, and I had to sit alone and pray for six hours a day!”
Justinas chuckled at the words that seemed to be bursting with anger.
“It’s all my job. And you shouldn’t disregard other people’s efforts like that, you idiot. It takes a lot of time and effort to grow vegetables.”
“her…….”
Amy was speechless at the perfect words. Honestly, there was nothing wrong with what Justinas said.
It’s so perfect.
“You are probably the only person in the world who lives like that. Even His Holiness the Pope doesn’t live like that.”
Honestly, in Amy’s eyes, Justinas was really close to being a superhuman.
No, she was actually a superhuman. She was a saint who could bring back a dying person with just a touch.
‘But if it were me, I wouldn’t live so tightly.’
Justinas was a selfless and sacrificial man whose jaw dropped.
She was generous to others and strict with herself. She would stay in the prayer room all day long and pray to God even when no one was watching her.
What about the cafeteria?
Despite being blind, she taught herself to read books by staining them with ink on paper.
Honestly, I was shocked at first.
It’s not a Braille book, but you’re reading the letters with ink soaked into the book? How can you feel the ink in the first place?
In front of Amy, who was pouring out questions, Justinas smiled gently and said this.
“It was God’s help.”
Even Justinas created problems on his own, solved them, and wrote papers, but Amy, who saw all kinds of complicated numbers and symbols, once asked, “Why are you writing these?”
“It’s about acquiring culture.”
He replied, “Yes.”
I had a strong desire to argue, but I gave up. Now, inside Amy, Justinas was someone who could do anything without any problems.
Of course, other people’s thoughts would not be much different from Amy’s.
Even Pope Zephyrus was amazed at the saint’s competence and faithfulness.
‘Is this the reason why Ether-nim favors him so much… … .’
Amy’s eyes were filled with awe.
And at that moment Justinas.
[Amy feels respect for you.]
[Advance points +2]
‘Yay.’
I was enjoying the accumulating good points.
***
It’s been ten years since she became a saint.
What happened in the meantime?
Surprisingly, nothing much happened.
‘Of course, the points piled up a lot.’
One thing I discovered after becoming a saint is that ‘good deed points’ don’t necessarily come from helping others.
Yes, that’s right.
The standard for accumulating good deed points was the other person’s positive feelings, and if someone thought I was ‘amazing’, they would accumulate.
As soon as I realized that fact, I made a long-term plan.
‘First, become a real saint!’
No matter how hard we try at this point, we won’t be able to save 1 billion people.
In the end, there is no choice but to defeat the Demon King, but this can only be achieved after the original story begins.
‘Then, it would be better to practice for 10 years and save up points.’
So I lived hard every day.
Pray three times a day for two hours each time. Study information that will help you in the future. And as a bonus, eat a healthy diet.
It wasn’t that hard because the points accumulated little by little as I performed actions.
human rights?
At age 19, entered the Department of Physics at S University.
At age 20, started a double major in chemical engineering.
At age 23, graduated from undergraduate school and entered graduate school for a combined master’s and doctoral program. Started working as a teaching assistant.
27 years old, lost his identity just before defending his doctoral thesis.
I haven’t had anything like that since elementary school…
… Damn. When I go back, I’m definitely going to get a Ph.D.
If you become healthy and have 100 billion won, you will not have any shortage of research funds.
[Neumann feels respect for you.]
[Advance points +1]
[Lake feels respect for you.]
[Advance points +1]
[Anna feels respect for you.]
[Advance points +1]
When I pray alone in my cell, I get 1 point for each breath I inhale and 1 point for each breath I exhale. It’s all thanks to the priests.
By the way.
‘Hmm… I think I ate too much for lunch.’
I feel tired today.
Let’s get some sleep.
[The ‘Body Fixation’ skill is used.]
After stiffening my body, I closed my eyes in that state.
Even if it’s a Cora, it might seem like a disaster, but thanks to the ‘Maintain Dignity’ skill, my concept won’t be broken.
‘Hmm.’
Mom, just give me two hours.
It was around the time I fell into such a deep sleep.
“I, Your Majesty.”
A priest came in before the time of solo prayer had even ended.
I turned my head in a daze.
“What’s the matter, brother?”
“I apologize for interrupting your prayers. His Holiness has something he would like to discuss with you urgently… … .”
My eyes lit up as I heard the priest’s words.
‘Zephyrus?’
In the temple, the time of prayer is an inviolable area that no one can touch.
If he, who knew my schedule better than anyone else, had called me in a hurry, there would only be one thing that would come to mind.
‘The original has begun.’
The prophecy of the goddess.
“The sword that fell from the stars will seek out a man, and I appoint him as my representative and the warrior who will save the world.”
The oracle has finally come down.
I stood up from my seat.
“Understood. I will see Your Majesty immediately.”
***
“What brought you here?”
Zephyrus, who had been looking at the paper with a serious expression, relaxed his expression as soon as he saw me.
“Oh, Saintess, please sit down.”
I sat down on the chair, feeling around a few times out of courtesy. Zephyrus, sitting across from me, opened his mouth hesitantly.
“I would like to provide an escort to the saintess.”
“…yes?”
What he said was completely different from what I expected.
‘It’s not a story about trust?’
I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, all of a sudden. I’ll just stay inside the temple.
“Is there a problem?”
When I asked with such a thought in mind, Zephyrus answered with a dark expression.
“The enemy’s recent activities have been unusual. In fact, just yesterday, there was someone who attempted to assassinate the saintess.”
what.
My mouth fell open at the fact that I had no idea about. Of course, this is metaphorically speaking.
Isn’t it really vulgar to open your mouth?
“If you mean escort… how many knights will you send?”
“He is stronger and less noticeable than that. He is said to be a famous assassin in the back alleys.”
“… A back alley?”
Zephyrus laughed evilly.
“I heard that he is also the head of a huge intelligence organization-”
“Wait, wait a minute.”
I was dizzy and stopped him.
assassin?
The leader of darkness?
It’s an excessive specification to enter as the escort of a saint.
It was strange from the beginning.
Shouldn’t the ones guarding the saint be warriors or knights? Why on earth?
“Are you serious?”
“Of course I’m serious.”
“You really called a person like that across the sea just to be my escort?”
“… … .”
Zephyrus quickly turned his gaze away.
Beads of sweat break out on his forehead.
“You are sharp. As expected, I am no match for the saintess.”
hey.
“…What’s going on?”
“That’s true.”
Zephyrus finally sighed and told the truth.
“I received a strange prophecy about him a month ago.”
“…Is it a trust?”
My hair stood on end.
‘what?’
The only oracle handed down from the original is the story of the main character Izumi.
A prophecy about a person from beyond the continent? I’ve never heard of it.
“But hmm, this is. It’s a bit vague to call it a trust.”
“Please tell me if it’s okay.”
“This is just a dream.”
Zephyrus hesitated a few more times before opening his mouth.
“A man with black hair and black eyes was standing next to the saint. It was an uncommon color, so I just stared at him for a long time.”
Black hair, black eyes?
…a familiar color combination.
I focused on his story.
“After waking up, I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was a precognitive dream. So after asking around, I heard about a man whose appearance was similar to mine on the other side of the continent, and I paid a large sum of money to bring him in under the pretext of asking him to escort the saintess.”
“…okay.”
It may sound like a far-fetched anecdote, but a high priest like Zephyrus sometimes receives revelations through dreams. This means that his actions are not excessive.
“I just called you to confirm, so if you’re rude, just kick me out. Just give me another job to do.”
“all right.”
I came out slowly.
‘A black man… … .’
Most people don’t know this, but in this world, black is the symbol of the Demon Tribe. And the Saintess is the Demon Tribe’s mortal enemy.
The precognitive dream of a black-haired man next to me is one of two things.
Or a warning of death.
Maybe it’s someone I’m expecting… … .
I bit my lip as I recalled the face in my vague memories.
‘Should I buy an extra life?’
The current accumulated points are around 300,000.
I thought that when the original work starts, there will be a more appropriate time, so I bought only the skills I need at that time, but maybe I really need insurance.
‘Let’s start by praying.’
There’s still about 30 minutes left.
I went into the prayer room and knelt down to keep my schedule. Even while doing so, my head was still complicated.
‘Who is trying to kill me?’
You may wonder why the Demon King’s Army is carrying out assassinations, but in the original work, they are a group that brainwashed and manipulated even the royal family.
Above all, didn’t I have a history of ruining Hocheon’s ‘work’ 10 years ago?
It was not strange that they, who were about to start their activities, wanted to get rid of me, a thorn in their side, in advance.
The question is who it is-
Squeak.
As I was lost in thought, the door to the prayer room opened. Soon, a low man’s voice could be heard.
“Is that you?”
I felt creepy.
My heart was pounding.
“From today, I will be escorting the saintess. Please take good care of me.”
“…ah.”
I try hard to control my facial expression.
Contrary to my thoughts of not looking back, my gaze was already turned towards him.
“Hello, brother.”
Black hair. Black eyes.
The original villain who seemed to have a sense of futility about everything in the world.
and…….
“My name is Justinas.”
The man I was trying to change.
“Please take care of me in the future.”
I’m not sure if he’s changed or not.
I was upset by the reunion coming much sooner than expected. I wasn’t even mentally prepared for it.
The discomfort was doubled when he saw the subsequent behavior.
“You, you… … .”
He absentmindedly muttered my nickname and reached out his hand toward my face.
Of course I don’t react.
Because Justinas ‘shouldn’t be able to see’ it.
“Lord Cedric, the saint cannot see.”
“what?”
Cedric’s expression hardened in an instant when he heard that fact. I have no idea what he was thinking.
On that face.
“Did you trust me? I’m sorry, but you’ll have to die here.”
It overlaps with the original Cedric who stabbed the protagonist in the chest.
“Cedric, be a good adult.”
The seeds I sowed that day.
I fidgeted with my hands, looking puzzled, just to see how he would react.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I do something rude?”
“…no.”
Cedric’s eyes lit up when he saw my actions.
“There is no problem.”
At that moment, I realized.
My plan worked.