There Was a Porter Who Would One Day Be Called a Prophet - There Was a Porter Who Would One Day Be Called a Prophet chapter 233

233 – Sinner’s Prayer

In life, situations often come up that are difficult to refuse.

For example, a subtle invitation to have a drink from a boss who is controlling the transition to regular employment.

Or a KakaoTalk message from a friend who sent me a video containing a moment in dark history that I would like to forget and asked me to enter a recommendation for a new game.

There are so many, but if I had to pick just one, it would be probably.

“We are brothers…”

Isn’t this an earnest request from a beautiful woman with big breasts?

Rumbling.

The two hands held together neatly in front of the kind heart reminded me, who lacks religious faith, of a passage in the Bible where Moses parted the Red Sea.

As the vast grace, like the sea, is pushed to both sides, the mountain ranges that have nowhere to go shake and reveal their enormity evenly.

Born as a man, how could you turn your eyes away from the sight encompassing the mountains and the sea?

‘But why are you asking me that?’

But that is that and this is this. No matter how I thought about it, the attitude of the saintess asking permission from herself rather than from her hero was strange.

Okay, well, let’s say it was because I seemed the most easy-going.

“When I listen to it, I feel anxious for no reason.”

“Don’t worry. Ian will have a solution for everything.”

“Well, that’s right. My thoughts were short.”

What on earth are you?

The current situation, with no one questioning it, was confusing. Am I the only one feeling weird right now?

Swipe.

I immediately looked at the hero for help.

You are the leader here. Please do something.

But the warrior seems to have taken my earnest gaze with a completely different meaning.

-Jiikjiik.

Instead of stepping forward, I was just digging into the poor ground with my toes.

People often say that a woman in love becomes a fool, but isn’t that just a broken thing?

Eventually, my eyes met hers as she avoided my gaze.

Balgre.

Don’t bite your lip while blushing.

Cow wow.

While the hero was abandoning his responsibilities and neglecting his duties, the woman’s hand-to-hand attack gradually began to go too far.

“I know it’s unreasonable, but when I try to stay still, it keeps getting tighter and tighter, and I’m so anxious…”

She clung to me, her soft, cozy body pressed against me without even realizing it.

‘So you’re squeezing me like this? ‘Do you want me to suffer too?’

I think she is a saint for no reason because she does not hesitate to commit saintly acts.

I quickly opened my mouth as I saw the universe expanding at close range.

“Well, shouldn’t we listen to Aria’s position first?”

-Poof.

Then she turned to Aria, who was smiling, thinking about getting back what her saintly aggro had lost.

“Ugh…!”

How do you feel? Her saintly destructive power.

Even though she is the same woman, she seems like she is no better than a guy in front of her gigantic size.

Jerit.

Aria is glaring at me fiercely as if she were her replacement.

Is this what friendship is all about? Even if he doesn’t say anything, it’s clear what he’s thinking.

‘This coward… !’

Although there is a huge flaw in sharing the passionate friendship between men.

‘Still, you don’t know how lucky I am to have you.’

As she was feeling deep gratitude to Aria, the saint turned to her and begged Aria for her.

“I fully understand your difficulties, but if things continue like this, something truly irreparable may happen…!”

Even though the circumstances are pitiful, she is a saint who insists that the safety of the kingdom comes first.

But Aria did not just back down.

“It’s the same for me! If this continues, I might never be able to turn back!”

The guy with a desperate expression repeatedly insisted that the pepper came first.

This is so strange. I’m not the type of guy who can endure like that.

‘Does he have something too?’

While I was tilting my head. The saintly woman raised her game.

“The Holy Kingdom may be in danger, so you’re going to turn a blind eye to it? How could you, the princess of the empire, say such a thing…?”

The saint eventually put her diplomacy into words.

“Well, that’s…”

Aria, who had suddenly taken on the country’s position, looked quite troubled.

She spends most of the day looking kind, but surprisingly, the saintly woman is quite straightforward.

With such a s*xy body, how many flirtations must you have received?

“It doesn’t matter what the castle becomes. Is that really the will of the empire?”

As she had rejected many approaches throughout her life, she used her bold words to push her aria into a corner.

“….”

Is it personal safety?

Is it trust between countries?

“…I understand. Let’s head towards the Holy Kingdom first….”

In the end, Aria decided to sacrifice herself for a while for the well-being of her empire.

Something swelled in her heart at that guy’s sacrifice.

‘If it were me, I would have gone to put it on by myself.’

As expected, the princess approached him and tapped him on the shoulder, saying that there was something different about him.

“…Don’t touch my body.”

But he slapped my hand away and kept his distance.

‘Before, I was the guy who thought it was okay to show it to him….’

Is it really that day?

It was Ian who thought he shouldn’t be touched today.

***

“Sorry. Failed.”

The elf, whose skin was dyed black, bowed her head to her demons and delivered the news of failure.

“Failed again.”

“It probably wasn’t a dish in the first place.”

After hearing the report, Havok and Farax each expressed their thoughts.

“….”

Except for one person who remains silent.

“Hey, Barmond. Please say something too.”

Barmond didn’t even open his mouth as if he had forgotten how to speak during the break.

“Leave it alone. Just because your body is healed, there is no guarantee that your mind will be intact.”

“Aren’t you being too harsh? Do you think this guy has bad arms or a bad head?”

“…That’s it. Don’t say anything.”

Parax rows the whale as Havoc sees him feeding taffy with pure intentions.

“But isn’t this actually a good thing?”

For some reason, Farax asked Havok, who seemed to be accepting his current failure with glee.

“What does that mean now?”

“No, think about it. If the failures keep piling up, that b*tch Tearmiss will also be held responsible.”

When I naturally started talking behind my back, Farax frowned and opened his mouth.

“That b*tch will crawl into prison for us.”

“Ugh. That’s true too. Well, there can’t be any more demons like Agrissa.”

I flinch.

Barmond flinched when the name of the former captain, who took responsibility for their own failures and went to prison, was mentioned.

“Ugh, how did that succubus become our leader…?”

“I am favored by the Four Heavenly Kings, Vulcan, so there is nothing I can do about it.”

“It’s probably not a favor, it’s a cumshot. That’s why it’s not that strong.”

Havok, who was grumbling about how much he had to suck for the succubus to reach the top, muttered quietly.

“Anyway, I hope Agrissa is doing well…”

“Why does that incompetent name appear here?”

Then someone intervened in the conversation.

“T, Tearmis?!”

“I told you something interesting so you’re so surprised.”

Teersmith put pressure on Havoc with a bright smile on his face.

“Well, that means…”

“We were talking about Agritsa.”

As he was stuttering, Barmond, who had been silent until now, stepped forward in his place.

Tear Miss, with a frown on his small face, opened his mouth.

“I asked Havok.”

“It would be faster for you to hear it from me than from that frustrating guy.”

Jerit.

A brief fight ensued between the two demons.

“Well, it seems to be true, seeing as how you can’t do anything to that b*tch.”

For some reason, Tear-Miss goes out of her way this time.

“Phew….”

Seeing her like that, Havok sighed in relief.

“Farax. Report.”

“Yes. Unfortunately, the plan to use the King of the West failed.”

“It’s okay. There are days like that, right?”

“….”

Barmond’s expression soured at the sight of her being lenient when it came to her own mistakes.

“What is that look on your face? Are you dissatisfied with me?”

“…It’s nothing.”

Tiermis, who was looking at him with a sullen face, soon spoke with an excited sound.

“That’s probably okay. It was all about buying time in the first place.”

After saying that, she shifted her gaze to Farax.

“How is the situation in Seongguk?”

“Yesterday, our number of believers passed the majority.”

She smiled when he said that he had succeeded in luring half of the Holy Kingdom.

“If this plan is successful, not only the warrior party but also the damn castle country can be completely wiped out. Once that annoying country disappears, the world will be ours.”

He adds that since it is a plan he designed himself, there will be no mistake this time.

“Well, it’s Tiersmith rather than him.”

Farax cautiously opened his mouth towards her.

“I don’t doubt it, but I wonder to what extent progress has been made in the work you are in charge of…”

“Don’t worry. We created something quite interesting.”

She looked back at Farax with a confident face and continued.

“You should have seen them praising me, calling me a true goddess.”

She laughed and muttered.

“I’m looking forward to it. If two saints fight, who will win?”

There was a devil-like expression at the corner of her mouth.

***

A dark dawn before the dew has even dried.

In a chapel with stained glass twinkling and dreamy light streaming in, a man was praying with his hands together to the God he believed in.

“Pope?”

Someone spoke to him in the chapel where he was alone.

“You are the new Brother Denovan.”

“Do you remember my name?”

“Of course. I can’t memorize all the believers who serve the Goddess, but at least I remember all the brothers I encountered in the Holy Kingdom.”

“I don’t know what to do with this.”

“It’s no big deal. By the way, brother, what brought you here so early?”

“That is…”

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De Novan opened his mouth, showing the broom he was holding.

“As you know, I came here not long ago, so I didn’t really know what help I could give. So I came here to at least clean, but it ended up only interfering with prayers.”

The Pope shook his head and said no.

“This is a place to come to reveal your sins and purify your mind and body. Thanks to your good deeds, those who come here today will have a more satisfying time.”

“That’s too much praise. It’s just cleaning. By the way, does the Pope have anything left to repent of?”

The man called the Pope answered with a gentle smile.

“Everyone commits sins in their lives. Even I can’t be free from that.”

Dnovan exclaimed in admiration at his humble attitude.

“I really respect you. If you stand in that position, you’ll always feel like you’re being tested.”

The Pope smiled silently as he let go of his crane, saying that he would not be able to last even a day.

“Then I will come back later. I am sorry for disturbing you while you were praying.”

“Thank you for your concern.”

When the man left, the Pope, who was left alone, sat down and continued his prayer.

“I’m really sorry. Because of my personal greed, you…”

The sight of him asking for forgiveness while speaking to someone was closer to that of a sinner crying out for atonement under the weight of sin rather than that of the Pope of a holy country.