Chapter 180 – Anecdotal- Aftermath (2)
Arya quietly lifted her head and looked up at her opponent.
She was a tall young man, though not as much as Einstein.
The color of the young man’s hair and eyes was too familiar to Arya.
The golden color, like the rice soaked in her sunlight, blends with the neat holy clothes to give a pious impression.
“It’s been a while, saintess.”
Soft and gentle tone.
The bass, which is not offensive, is deep and weighty.
Arya pondered what expression she should wear, then she smiled awkwardly.
She wasn’t visiting for an auspicious occasion, and it had been quite a while since I’d seen her.
“How is Makarov?”
The corners of the eyes of the young man called Makarov gently curled.
“Yes, I feel sorry for the saintess, but I seem to have had a smooth life.”
Well.
Only Makarov himself would know how well things went.
Not surprisingly, his father, Mable Loff, was one of those who pushed Arya over her precipice.
As a result, his evil deeds were caught by the hero Astein, and he had to pay a fair price.
A fair price here means detention and labor in a notorious concentration camp.
Anyway, the son of such an impudent man was Makarov.
In the church, there was no kind eye to him.
A gaze of contempt and reproach.
Aria also knew how hard that gaze was.
It must have been painful
It must have been hard
Even so, the boy, no, now a young man, did not show even the slightest expression on his face.
Seeing that, Arya opened her mouth, recalling the naive and faithful boy from the past.
“It doesn’t seem like that.”
“How has the saintess been?”
How is she doing?
Arya’s red eyes turned to her side at the words of the grown-up Makarov.
Makarov’s gaze naturally followed her shifted gaze.
A man whose black hair was bleached white and his irises turned red.
Einstein was there.
Sensing their eyes, he shrugged.
“Why?”
Arya covered her mouth and laughed at her curt reply.
“Hey, I’ve been fine. Thanks to that person.”
“That’s right, it’s really a blessing.”
There was a subtle stillness.
It was Makarov who broke the silence.
“Come in soon.”
It must be awkward to stand still.
Arya nodded her head appropriately.
“Yes.”
The party moved to the headquarters of the Seongaekyo.
* * *
Years passed, but the elderly pope was not as energetic as before.
Mablelov, as cardinal, was stripped of his post.
In other words, there was almost no existence that could threaten Arya’s position in the sexual aegyo religion.
That said, she didn’t want to wield the power of the Sexual Cult privately.
This is because they know better than anyone the resentment or suffering caused by hasty actions.
Moreover, since she is somewhat of a petit bourgeois, her great power is only burdensome.
Wasn’t that why he had to come all the way to hand over her resignation letter?
Yes.
Arya has work to do in the main body of the Sexual Cult.
With the abdication of her sainthood, she was to declare her successor to succeed her.
‘I wanted to throw everything off and run away, but.’
It was because he asked me to choose at least one successor and leave.
If that’s the case, I asked if it would be better to follow the will of the Holy Father, and he said that it would be better for me to appoint a successor myself to form public opinion.
Something like legitimacy or legitimacy.
If she was a normal saint from the start, it would have been next to impossible for her to resign on her own terms like this.
Well, as you know, Arya was not an ordinary saint.
She was the saintess of a group of warriors who defeated the demon king who ruled for a long time.
A saintess who made a great contribution to defeating the demon lord.
This achievement was by no means one to belittle.
Another angle, another angle.
Arya walks on her red carpet, clattering her heels.
Its gait is bold and unstoppable.
It is safe to say that hesitation is excluded.
Where Arya is headed.
The archbishop was standing there, and behind him was a stained glass window depicting goddesses and angels.
Just in time, the clouds lifted and the sunlight entered through her stained glass, creating a majestic landscape.
It was a typical medieval cathedral.
However, when I looked around, the space was full of people.
All of them were followers of the cult of sexual love.
… No, not one
Arya glanced around her, lowering the corners of her mouth, which her thread lifted.
There were so many people, but none of them opened their mouths, so the silence was full.
It was only natural that it was the takeover of the saintess.
As she quietly watched the archbishop in front of her eyes, she began to speak rhetorically.
She said, “O those who make it their journey to follow the guidance of the Goddess, to do her good and to bestow her virtues. There are various hardships and trials on the journey, but this is the fire that heats you, and the hammer that you grind. You have denied wrongdoing and expressed righteous devotion, and it is amazing that it has finally borne fruit. The one who overcame the ordeal with faith and will. I earnestly hope that it will serve as a milestone for future generations who will follow your path, using the will of the goddess you have gained insight and realized as a guideline.”
Interpreted, she meant, ‘She has worked hard to catch the Demon King, and now I just need to appoint her successor.’
Arya listened moderately, and she had other thoughts.
For example, ‘You talk a lot. Aren’t you thirsty?’ Or ‘Does this old man with combed hair know that the god he worships is in the sword of an ain?’
Since she had such wandering thoughts, the end of the archbishop’s long words could be seen.
As soon as she showed signs of finishing her rough, Arya took off the cross-shaped rosary from around her neck.
Presently she approached her young man who was kneeling on her left knee in front of her own.
It was a handover process.
Originally, like the archbishop did here, Aria should have given a long congratulatory speech to the young man, but…
She didn’t
She didn’t want to say anything she didn’t mean to the person who would come after her.
Arya slowly stared at the successor, no Makarov.
“This seat won’t be as good as it looks.”
The archbishop and the clergy nearby were taken aback by the unexpected remark.
However, she is a saint with great achievements.
She dared not put the brakes on her actions.
“Sometimes you will be beaten, and sometimes you will be criticized. At the same time, various wind waves will mercilessly cut you down. It’s something you, the gemstone, have to endure. It will hurt. It will be unbearable. It’s like that. How easy is it to carve yourself?”
Instead of answering the question, Makarov sent a calm and serene gaze.
Encouraged by her plain eyes, Arya continued her words.
“To live is a struggle. Life is an extension of that struggle. However, no creature can survive only by struggle. If so, life would be really harsh and barren. That is why we hold the small virtues, or mercy and generosity, high in the high.”
Arya moistened her lips with her tongue for a moment.
“The road you are going to walk after me is such a noble thorny road. Wherever you step, thorns will always follow. The thorns will burrow into the delicate skin, causing tingling pain and dripping blood. Like this, He will ask you to be patient. Sometimes like a silent rock, sometimes like a leisurely flowing stream, you have to live up to it. We have to protect it. That’s right. It is such a difficult thing to live without a stain. Do you still ask to succeed me?”
Makarov replied quietly.
“I earnestly ask.”
There was will in his eyes.
He had the conviction to stay away from wrongdoing and set things straight.
Arya whispered as she placed her rosary from her hand around Makarov’s neck.
“You grew up to be a wonderful man, little Makarov.”
Makarov’s eyes widened at Aria’s whisper.
That’s obviously because, when she was young, she was the mischievous saintess she was envying.
Aria winked and stepped behind her.
She said it solemnly and holyly.
“I hope you will not change that upright will, Saint Makarov.”
* * *
“If you sleep in a place like this, your mouth will go back.”
It was a voice that emanated from somewhere.
Einstein opened his eyes slowly and bent his head.
“… Ha ha, is it all over?”
Arya shook her head.
“Yes, it is over now. Was it a bit long?”
Regardless, it must have been a place with many stories to share.
Hey, even if it was a church like this, she must have had nothing to share with her as she was a saint.
Einstein replied, ruffling her aria’s hair to make her look apologetic.
“I can’t help it. It seems like it took me this much too.”
It must be the time when he retires as a hero.
Arya felt sorry for not being able to see her because it was a time when she wasn’t there.
“Thank you for understanding.”
“By the way, he grew up well.”
It was a bit out of the blue, but Arya immediately figured out who Einstein was talking about.
“Are you a saint?”
Makarov.
It was referring to a young man who had now become a saint.
Einstein answered, folding his arms.
“Who else could be?”
“It is.”
“At that time, he didn’t look like the kid who swallowed the anger.”
“She grew up well enough to say that to Ain, who is stingy with compliments.”
He asked, scratching his cheek.
“Am I stingy with compliments?”
“Oh, didn’t you know?”
“Well. I think it was generous only for Aria.”
“Yes? Where did you praise me?”
“I liked her big breasts, her giddy thighs, and oh, her butt too.”
Arya realized.
This man is making fun of me again.
It’s stupid to be angry at a time like this.
“… No matter how you hear it, it’s a compliment that only makes me feel strange. And do you know that is sexual harassment?”
“What’s wrong, I’m not even a saint anymore.”
Arya stopped her natural retort and looked at her child.
Seriously, when did she become synonymous with mischief and mischief?
Still, I didn’t like his jokes.
It’s because this different side of me is more attracted to me than the serious look I show every time.
“… Iknow, right. It’s really over now.”
Ain shook his head.
“What is the end, now is the beginning.”
“Yes? What do you mean?”
“I am no longer a hero, and you are no longer a saint. Right?”
“That… Right?”
“We threw the damn bridle. Me, not a hero, and you, not a saint. Aren’t you excited for the future?”
“Ah…”
Obviously it is.
I was looking forward to it.
The future of himself and Ain.
“I see.”
“Right now, I’m looking forward to tonight as well.”
An insidious nuance flowed from her man’s mouth.
Arya’s face quickly turned red.
Her heart also started beating wildly.
Her head had a fever as if it had been shot with her blood.
“… Oh, uh.”
“Are you already hot?”
“… Fool.”
Einstein’s hand reached her groin.
It was a gentle touch.
“Are you really wet for something like that?”
“I’m so sorry.”
Arya instinctively looked around her.
Unlike before, it was a quiet place with no people.
“How are you, Aria? What if you don’t notice?”
It’ll be fine if you don’t get caught.
Arya sighed and asked again.
“Am I crazy?”
“I am always sane.”
“… I can’t dry it.”
Doing lewd things in a church is a very immoral act.
… It shouldn’t be like this.
Her body warmed up slowly.
Aria exhaled with excitement.
The moment her body was about to crumble at the caress of her cracks.
Tumble.
I heard footsteps.
Arya pushed Astein away, straightening her back.
At that cold attitude, Einstein licked her lips and moved her gaze in the direction from which she heard the sound of her steps.
Makarov was there.
“You two are here… Yo?”
“Uh.”
It was Einstein with a somewhat disapproving expression.
