The Half-Puny Priest Hopes To Retire - The Half-Puny Priest Hopes To Retire chapter 235

235 – A Song for the Burned Ashes (6)

Despite my strong determination, the hands holding the hilt of the sword were trembling.

I have to do it.

No one can take on this role.

Even though I am painfully aware of that fact, I can definitely say that I have never felt more pitiful than today for hesitating and hesitating as always.

”Father. If you’re having a hard time, I…”

I couldn’t help but put out my hand and stopped the warrior who was trying to take my place.

Although I was grateful, as the current warrior who did not receive the warrior’s protection from the saint, it was impossible to kill this person who was completely integrated with the core of the dungeon.

”I’m OK. Hero. Don’t worry.”

”Yes…”

Did he read the intention in my voice, which was heavier than usual?

Although there was some hesitation, the warrior eventually followed my instructions.

”Whoa…”

Sereung.

He let out a gloomy breath and slowly pulled out his sword.

Although I have lived my whole life as a priest who saves lives.

As he had been on the path of an adventurer, encountering all kinds of hardships one after another, of course this was not the first time he had taken someone else’s life.

Sometimes, to survive from thugs who are after my money and head.

At other times, to relieve the pain of patients with irreversible scars.

At other times, to condemn criminals who have committed heinous crimes.

I sometimes stained these hands, which were supposed to look after the poor person, with dark blood.

The day I committed my first murder. The painful days that lasted for a week were still vivid.

On the first day, I was busy staying in the bathroom all day trying to vomit everything in my stomach.

For about three days after that, I couldn’t even get a sip of water to my mouth, and I even spent the night with my eyes open.

Even after that, with the terrible memories of that day constantly flashing in my vision, I put my trembling hands together with all my might and prayed to God over and over again.

I killed someone who deserved to die. If you don’t kill me, I’m dead.

Such an insignificant cause did nothing to alleviate the pressure that was oppressing my thoughts.

The reassurances of those around me that I would get used to it someday were virtually useless.

The reason was no different.

Because I was just purely afraid.

Rather than taking another person’s life itself, it is getting used to such an act.

It was because I was more afraid than anything else of imagining myself smiling calmly in the distant future, even though I had completely uprooted someone’s life.

Even at this moment, those feelings have not changed.

Even if that person is a great sinner who tried to harm everyone in this world, including my precious people.

What I am about to do now is an obvious murder that surrounds the sacred cloth of justice.

No matter what rhetoric is used, that much has not changed.

”Then…”

”Uh, uh… First…”

As I held the sword so that the blade pointed toward the ground and solemnly announced the end, the woman’s whitish voice became sorrowful.

”Oh, why…!”

She barely managed to put her shattered lips together and raise her voice.

For a moment, I thought he was talking to me, but soon I realized that wasn’t the case.

”Oh, why am I the only one who is in this miserable state…! The people who made me like this are still alive and well under the sky…! Why······! Why on earth…!”

A scream of death. A curse filled with resentment.

If I wanted to give it a name, I could have done so, but I couldn’t.

If I were the old me who didn’t know anything, I wouldn’t know.

Because I now know clearly what kind of natural circumstances Lee Ja went through to reach what he is today.

These pitiful beings who were betrayed by the faith they believed in, had their name and existence taken away, and were ultimately forgotten by everyone in this world.

No matter how much it was for the peace of the world, the sins we committed against them could never be forgiven.

If I were in the same situation as them, there is no guarantee that I wouldn’t have made the same choice as them.

Their situation fully deserves sympathy.

I may be saying something that will punish me, but at least that’s what I truly thought.

”All of you! You have it all! Even precious people! Someone who cherishes you too! A voice calling your name affectionately! The warmth that embraces your skin! Dreams and hopes! You guys have it all──!!!”

Even as her body was sinking helplessly in the swamp of death, the woman’s cries of grief gradually grew louder.

”That’s why I tried to steal it from here this time! What’s so bad about that? Why are we not allowed to have anything!”

A woman’s obsession with me. Only now did she realize the source of those feelings.

It is, after all, a very natural impulse that every human being has, to want to get back what was stolen.

The longing to be chosen as a saint.

The desire to regain the lost self.

The result of those two emotions mixing together turned into her obsession with me, who remembered her own name.

Yes, just like the saint did to me once.

Kwaak.

”······”

”Saint…?”

The saintess, who had been watching the situation in silence, suddenly grabbed my sleeve tightly.

A small hand that carefully held only the hem of the jacket.

From the faint vibration coming from beyond, a deep sense of anxiety was overflowing.

”Are you okay. Saint.”

”······”

I spoke to her affectionately and stroked her saintly head her a couple of times.

Ppadeuk.

The warrior openly expressed his discomfort with my actions, but due to the situation, he stayed silent for now.

How long has it been like that?

My mind, which had been wandering around in the brief silence, finally found harmony in a poem.

Yes, I didn’t know that it wasn’t that different from the beginning.

This woman and the saint. Even a group of other saint candidates.

Even if there was a very slight difference, the gap would not have been so large that it could not be bridged.

Because the saint was the same because she encountered an extreme situation and ended up taking the wrong path.

The difference is that the saintess had people around her who could correct her mistakes.

Thanks to this, I was able to correct my path before it was too late. That was all.

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Why didn’t I notice that fact sooner?

Why couldn’t I meet them sooner?

A pointless arrow of regret passed through his mind for a moment, but he shook his head vigorously to calm himself down.

Chuck.

”······”

As I shook off the hesitation, the trembling of the hand holding the sword gradually subsided.

Her thoughts that she lived a past that deserved sympathy have not changed.

But of course that didn’t mean he would grant her forgiveness.

Because the sins she committed were not light enough to be alleviated by my humble pity.

Her life her her her. It was impossible to pray for salvation at the end or to offer peace in the name of God.

All I can do for this woman now is to secretly pray for her to be judged justly in hell for her her evil deeds her her her her.

A feeling of extreme helplessness weighed on her body.

As a child, I felt sick of her, and I never dreamed that this feeling, which I thought would never go away, would come to haunt me once again.

”Be cursed! Be damned! Be damned! Be damned! Everyone who lives and breathes on this earth! Be cursed for eternity! May there be disaster in the future! May the tragic end reveal this!”

Even though no one was listening, her curses became more and more severe.

The other candidates for sainthood, who seemed eager to respond to those words at first, were now just glancing in this direction, frightened.

”Die! Everyone die! Kids too! Adults too! Men too! Women too! Even the old woman! Even pregnant women! Everyone in terrible pain──!!!”

Phew!

She resolutely sheathed her sword before her woman’s soul became more defiled than it already was.

”Big… Wow…!”

A fatal wound that pierced right through the core that was shaking like a heart.

The woman’s body shook her violently by that decisive blow, began to crumble like a cookie.

”Liza…”

”······!?”

Just one syllable.

At the call recited in a reverential tone, the fierce surrounding air calmed down for just a moment.

”Please live a blessed life in the afterlife…”

The turbulence of the air around me became noticeably calm as the prayer I recited mingled with the flying dust and faded away.

”Ah, ah…”

Like a child falling asleep to the sound of a lullaby.

For the first time, comfort seemed to glimmer on the woman’s face, which had been stained with hatred and pain.

It’s just a feeling. I didn’t know if it was some kind of illusion created by my guilt.

However, in her her hellish fire her her her, the sins engraved in her her soul her her her will be burned white.

I hope she enjoyed a moment of peace for the last moments of her life.

Even if it was disgusting hypocrisy, I really wanted to do that.