Chapter 173 – Crossed Minds (6) + Fan Art
The wind in the mountains calms down. The dark clouds remained, but it didn’t look like it would rain.
– Load the luggage into the wagon’s stowage box. Values here…….
—You guys! Don’t be fooled, move quickly! The saintess is waiting!
─ You’ll be stopping by the imperial palace, so check your clothes!
When the paladin screamed, the servants and boots moved quickly. In their hands were small pieces of furniture and items used by Rastain during his stay at the villa, all in disorder.
Rastane sat on a bench far away and watched the scene in awe.
I wanted to help, but the moment I got closer, the light of life blinded everyone, so it was best to stay away.
“Idiot! This is a trumpet!”
“Not really? Is it a dianthus flower?”
Nearby, the sounds of blind girls arguing over the wildflowers they have picked can be heard. Since they couldn’t see the flower’s appearance, a fight broke out because they tried to infer the name of the flower only by its scent.
However, Rastain did not stop. It was because he knew that the immature fights of his childhood doubled as making friendships stronger.
Of course, things are different emotions when run high, but… Since they are good children by nature, it was clear that they would apologize to each other.
“Holy Lady.”
While watching the blind girls for a while, I heard a familiar voice. Turning his head reflexively, Rastein could see Theorard, who had come nearby, with his hand on his chest.
“A lowly believer meets the saintess. She came here because the saint called me.”
A noble attitude makes you smile. Rastain also showed his respect by placing a hand on his chest.
“Thank you for responding to my call. I’m afraid I may have called you out of nowhere.”
“I was in charge of nursing and came out in a hurry…… Since the elf is concentrating on folding the paper sailboat, I think we can take a moment.”
It’s a paper sailboat. Rastane giggled as he imagined elves doing origami.
“I’m glad you seem to be enduring the mana exhaustion. Please sit next to him.”
Theo Rad nodded her head and took a seat next to Rastane. A white four-wheeled carriage can be seen not far away. Theorard, who had been watching the servants and boots carrying the luggage, spoke insinuatingly.
“Are you going to leave?”
“That’s right. The patient’s condition has improved, so there will be no need for further stay. In addition, the questions I had were answered, so I feel refreshed.”
“…… What if you have a question?”
Rastane glanced at Theorard and smiled faintly.
“Viscount Theorard. I got the courage from you to break this corrupt world.”
The image of Theorard risking his life for what he believed in was right calmed Rastane’s trembling heart his. Even though he sees the evil deeds of the Order with his own two eyes, he has made it possible to criticize the past that he has struggled to turn away from.
“This is a secret, but I am a created saint.”
A candid voice blows in the wind. Slowly narrowing his eyes, Rastane recalled the cult’s uglier side and its horrific past.
—This is the twenty-seventh test subject. You don’t have to worry about noise because you’re an orphan from birth.
In the past, the church, which was defeated in the war against the witches, thought of ‘saints’ as a means of regaining its shattered authority.
The high-ranking clergy judged that if the saintess described in the old texts descended into reality, the church would be able to return to the forefront.
Judgment quickly led to action. One day, he abducted orphans who would not be strange if they suddenly disappeared and conducted an experiment.
The gist of the experiment was to incise the orphans’ chests and inscribe a magic circle meaning ‘the light of life’ in their hearts.
It was an experiment based on the logic that magic could be maintained semi-permanently by using the mana leaking from the heart. To imitate the ‘miracle’ written in old texts.
Numerous orphans who could not overcome the pain died in the process, but Rastane persevered to the end. The intense will to live was a desperate resistance to the pain of death.
─Are you coming to your senses?
After a lengthy operation, Rastain managed to come to his senses and was able to meet the Pope. The man who had his chest cut out was wearing a gourd-shaped juqueto with a stole on his troupe.
Rastane, who was terribly frightened by the benevolent smile, hugged the blanket and sobbed. To Rastane, the pope recites as if warning.
─From now on, your name is Rastain, and from the time she was born, she will live as a saint born with the light of her birth. Did she understand
Her Live her life as an instrument of the Holy See. It was her cruel order of her, but she did not dare to refuse it, so Rastain nodded her head.
Afterwards, the pope took her Rastain to various events and widely announced that her saintess had returned. Numerous people, attracted by her light that distinguishes between good and evil, knelt down at her church her praising her saintess her.
Her praise her reached the pope. Because the pope, the one who carved the magic into Rastein’s heart, was not affected by the light of heaven, he began to be known as the only person who could look straight into the saintess’s face in her.
As a result of that deception, people who looked up to the pope’s benevolence sprung up. The church’s prestige, which had fallen to the ground due to the war with the witches, was brought back to normal.
Even though Rastain knew it was all a lie, she still refused to come forward. Because she was afraid that she would be killed if she rebelled against the pope.
“A created saintess…… I don’t know the English language.”
Of course, I had no intention of telling Theorard all this. After getting the inside story, it was clear that this kind-hearted man would do anything to help. He didn’t want to be a nuisance.
“It’s nothing. I’ve been fooling around.”
Rastain gets up from her seat her, brushing off her past her by letting out her light laugh her. It was because she witnessed the paladins getting on their horses when they were ready to move.
As Rastein stood up, the blind girls who had been arguing over her flowers her rushed over her and lifted her long hair politely. Rastain said without looking back at her.
“I just…… As a thank you, I have called Viscount Theo Rad here to deliver his words.”
How ugly it is to pretend not to know injustice just because you are worried about your own safety. Looking back on himself through Theorard, Rastane decided to deny the pope head-on.
By joining hands with Princess Benelia, we will correct the corrupt church. He would no longer prolong his life confined to a temple like a coward.
Rastane, who gently shook his head, smiled faintly. There was an irresistible sacredness in the smile full of realization, so Theorard instinctively had no choice but to bow his head.
“Thank you. Viscount Theorard.”
Rastain moved on with his last words his.
In order for her to become a saint in the true sense of the word, not a made-up saint.
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While Theorard was away, the elf succeeded in completing the sailboat.
However, he did not show any action such as playing with the completed sailboat or spending time comparing it to the sailboat completed earlier by Theorard.
The elf just sat on the bed and stiffened with a pale expression. The elf, whose lips were quivering, grabbed the bedspread tightly.
‘What am I doing here…….’
Whether it was a joke of fate or not, the moment I completed the sailboat, my mind returned. Like a flash of lightning, the mind that came back in an instant takes everything in confusion.
The elf frowned and recalled the recent past. To be precise, it is a review of the words and actions after waking up from the quarantined night.
─ I love you, Theorard…….
Her face her heats up His grip on the bedspread was so strong that his fingernails penetrated the fabric and pierced the skin.
Why did you say that then? No matter how insane he was, he crossed the line. If I could go back to the past, I would want to tear it off right away.
The problem is that the past you want to hide doesn’t end there.
─ Hug me….
Even if you act like a child, you are still oily! The elf, who closed her eyes and bit her teeth, managed to calm her trembling breathing.
This much was tolerable. Theorard knew this was insane, and he was sure to be lenient.
In the first place, would n’t it be possible to catch him because he can’t remember his words and actions after the night of quarantine? The elf, who was entering the rationalization process, had a hiccup without even realizing it.
Because I realized that something more serious than the previous two statements had just been made.
—This is a secret… It is my wish to marry Theorard.
A chill runs down your back. Like an idiot, the elf who placed the bedspread leaned her upper body forward. When the shame went too far, a stomach ache came.
“Ah…”
The elf who had his head her on her bed her shook her head. That’s what I desperately deny that I didn’t say.
“Ah, well…….”
Even so, the past doesn’t change. Rather, the more he denied it, the more clearly Theorard’s embarrassed face came into his mind.
When he meets Theorard, he is at a loss as to what to explain. The elf, who had been curling up on her like a slug, pricked her ears at the sound of her footsteps her in her hallway.
It’s coming. The familiar footsteps were clearly Theorard’s. The elf hurriedly raised her upper body and brushed her bangs behind her ears.
His complexion his was dark because his heart his was beating wildly, but he could n’t help it right now. After waiting for a while, swallowing saliva, the door opened and Theorard entered.
“Were you quiet?”
It’s hard to watch Theorard approaching with a smile. The hesitant elf, unlike usual, nodded her head like her fairy-tale lady.
She wanted to say that she had come back to her senses her, but for some reason her mouth her would n’t come out. It was because being in the same space with Theorad was putting more strain on his heart than he thought.
It wasn’t like that before. I mumbled to myself, but nothing changed. It was because the complex factors created after the quarantined night continued to shrink the elf.
“Five. You made a sailboat quite plausible.”
Theorard, taking off his overcoat his, comes and sits down next to him. The elf, who had been watching Theorad’s side with a pleasant smile, opened his mouth with difficulty.
“Theorard…… Now I…….”
The moment he was about to say that he was back to normal, Theo Rad raised his hand and lightly stroked the elf’s head. Every time a soft touch runs through my hair, I feel better without knowing it.
“Good job. I’m proud of you for following me just once. Did you really do it alone?”
The affectionate voice made the elf hesitate. It was the first time Theorard had treated him so kindly.
If she pretended not to come back to her senses her, would n’t she be able to continue witnessing Theorard’s kindness of her? An unintended conflict begins to take hold in the mind.
‘If only for a day…….’
No one would notice anyway. The elf hesitated for a moment, then lowered his gaze. The softly open mouth his allowed the birth of lies.
“Yes…”
Just a little longer, because I wanted to be with Theorad.
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Below is the fan art summary!!
This is Elf, created by Trex!
It looks like a 3D model, not a painting.
It feels like a figure, so it’s kind of strange…! The lively expressions are so cute that you want to bite them…!
Thank you so much for the sincere fan art!
BULLCA drew another elf this time!
He is an elf who shows off his drawing skills his!
Thank you for always drawing! It feels like you can see the character’s character in the way he pulls the leash and stars proudly at the front!
This is Rastain drawn by Mumum.
Thank you so much for drawing such high quality illustrations.
If you are a generous person like me, you will be able to see Saint Rastane through the light of heaven.
Thank you!
This is the elf that Fornug drew!
I really enjoyed reading it because you drew it as a cartoon haha I think I re-watched it at least once or three times!
If you are curious about the manga, go to the Arena fan art section and search for ‘Mad Elf’!
This is Lady Esili drawn by Haeteo-mook!
You did a good job expressing your feelings…
As soon as I saw it, I was impressed by the characteristics so well that I watched it again and again…!
Thank you so much for the nice picture!
This is the elf drawn by Pyaa, who was in charge of outsourcing the cover and illustration for the Mad Elf!
He drew an outsourced illustration for a Nobel Pia advertisement! The pitiful figure of the elf in the beginning is revealed so well…!
Readers, can you sell this elf…? I guess I can’t…
Thanks for drawing!
This is the elf drawn by the ant man…!
Oh my God… I was embarrassed because the quality was so good…!
I really never imagined that I would receive fan art from ant-man, but it’s such an honor… Thank you so much for drawing…!
At the beginning of Selling Elf, it seems that you expressed the elf lying on the desk and wishing to sell! It’s so attractive that I can’t even reach my hand…!
Thanks again!
