Chapter 248 – Ep.17 – Miracle (2)
“Well, I’ll roughly stick it out. I think it will run out soon anyway.”
A guard bows and approaches the two soldiers. She has cracked skin due to spending a long time in a dirty and damp prison, and is famous for being good at treating her prisoners.
“You two, let’s go and rest now.”
“… Yes.”
The two soldiers avert their eyes and walk away, not wanting to see any more of the tragedy lurking right in front of them.
That’s the way things are in the world.
There is no need to get your hands bloodied or look dirty.
It is not their fault that the father and daughter ended up in this situation. The soldiers only follow the orders of His Excellency the Cardinal and the Archbishops, and now this task will be transferred from their hands to the hands of the guards and executioners.
That’s why humans can become as cruel as they want.
The superiors make decisions by citing God,
The subordinates submit to their status and take action.
“Father, your face… Blood, blood… “
However, we really come across something called consideration sometimes. Some people also call it Yudori.
The reunion would have been insufficient with just one small hole for the food tray to come in and out, but the guard opens the door to the cell and lets Dariel in.
“Brother, come in.”
Dariel’s crushed eyes focus on the guard.
First doubt, then confidence, and finally gratitude.
“… Thank you. Thank you.”
“I don’t have a separate invoice. Ignorant bastards.”
It doesn’t seem like Helen was harmed. Seeing the woman so considerate that she could be called a jailer, Dariel once again prays in gratitude to God.
“Go, guard… Please save my father. Please… “
“Little saint, we can’t save something like this even if a bishop comes. Still, I will do my best.”
As if supporting him, Helen begs the jailer to spare her father.
Since the position of a jailer requires both long-term torture techniques and excellent healing prayers, she must have also suffered many people,
Now, she seems to have become a lazy jailer who lets those who are about to die a little more peacefully.
“Huh, Siibul… “
Of course, there are limits to her prayers. The jailer’s abilities are far from sufficient to heal Dariel’s already dead body.
Therapist and patient,
They both know that.
At least, it just makes the external wounds look a little better.
“It’s done. Are you okay? Thank you, really… “
Dariel feels that that alone is enough.
He doesn’t have much time left. That’s why he refuses the guard’s treatment and manages to crawl into the cell, finally hugging her daughter and stroking her head.
“I’m glad, really… “
“No, guard! You can’t stop. Just a little more… !”
The only one who can’t accept her death is Helen.
Helen clicks her tongue and cries out to the prison guard who locks her prison door, seeking further mercy.
“Please! If you leave it like this, you’ll die! Please… !”
But eventually she herself realizes it.
“Ah… “
There is no one who can save Dariel here,
If he has to fix it,
That it is your responsibility to receive God’s protection.
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“Profit… ! Please… !!”
Dariel sat with his back against the cold stone wall,
I see my daughter trying to pour out her divine power into her belly.
“Ha, hmm… ! Please please please… !”
Her very small and delicate wrists clearly possess the blessings of God, but her talent is not yet ripe enough to save Dariel.
She is too weak to be called a saint.
A child who needs more time to bloom.
“It’s okay, I’m really fine… “
“No! I can save you. Obviously… !”
Helen continues her prayer without stopping
The forehead of the girl who is concentrating is full of sweat and blood.
Nevertheless, more blood is draining from Dariel’s body than can be treated.
There are clearly limits to creating blood that does not exist. Filling in the pierced flesh is still a daunting task for an inexperienced girl.
“No, no…” “
Although she is a girl who does not show her emotions often, her young eyes are full of sadness. When Helen becomes convinced that her powers cannot save her father’s life, she becomes very agitated and begins shaking her hands.
On the contrary,
“Helen.”
Dariel’s body stops shaking. With a calm face and hand gesture that he has never shown before, he places his hand on Helen and says,
“Are you okay. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, so tell your dad what happened.”
I crossed the line of fire without even knowing why. Dariel needs to know why the church is accusing her daughter of blasphemy and why they are trying to ignore God’s protection.
“There is no way our good daughter would commit something like blasphemy.”
“Stop talking. Just hold on a little longer. I somehow… “
Helen tries to shake off that gentle question and once again concentrates on prayer.
“… “
Nothing changes.
Even the warm light coming from her small hands cannot save her father.
“No, please…” “
Helen senses her death. The handful of sand in her grasp that she cannot pick up will fall quietly to the floor, no matter how tightly she holds it.
“Raphael, please give me the strength to overcome suffering through your loving power. Please… “
“Helen.”
Seongguk,
No matter how much he prays to the God of Light that humans serve, Dariel does not get better.
The rate of death is faster than the rate of treatment.
Because the body has been overworked too much, the worsening of the wound begins to accelerate.
Even if you try to pick up the overflowing blood and put it into Dariel’s stomach, more than twice as much will leak out through the mouth and other wounds.
“I need help! Raphael! No, that’s enough! Anyone is welcome, so please!”
Helen’s helpless hands eventually stop praying and devote themselves to patching up her wounds. Her hands are turning bright red due to too much bleeding for her young hands to stop.
“Huh, huh… “
“Helen.”
Dariel calms her down by gently stroking her daughter again, who is shedding tears.
“It’s not your fault.”
“No. It’s my fault. I am… “
However, does she know that her concern for her even before her death means that she is being crueler than anything to her daughter?
“I ruined everything. It’s my fault. I’m sorry, father… “
“Even if that’s not the case…”
In that small, damp prison,
Looking down at the girl crying while holding on to her dying father,
Delrin approaches Helen, who is standing blankly, and holds her empty hand.
“You were a good person.”
Helen is a moment,
She flinches and looks at Delrin, then she lets his warm hands wrap around her.
She then speaks for the little girl.
“He was such a great person that this world could not contain it.”
The two are talking while facing each other’s nightmares.
Helen seemed to keep her mouth shut, as if she didn’t want to talk, but when she saw her father, she bitterly told him and herself.
“He went through a hard time because of me.”
“It’s not your fault. “My father said that too.”
“No.”
Helen, a little girl lying down there crying, tells the same story.
He feels so sorry for his father dying because of him without knowing anything, so he hugs Dariel and asks for forgiveness.
“Father, I refused… I don’t know how to do anything like this! “On a topic that doesn’t help at all…!”
Dariel, Delin, Helen,
I listen to the words of the girl who is full of tears.
“Don’t cry…”
“They said they would give me one last chance, but they did…”
“Yeah… Okay…”
“They said it would infuse your body with concentrated divine power. Instead, if you go to the Demon Continent and make a noble sacrifice there, I will save everyone…”
Sublime,
It’s sacred,
Delrin has heard such words so many times that she feels dizzy. Delrin continues to see stories that are far from her sacredness.
“But, killing everyone is a bad thing. You shouldn’t do bad things.”
“Right…”
It doesn’t take long to understand what the little girl is saying. The circumstances of adults are extremely obscene. In the midst of this, the kind faith that her father and daughter hold.
“… Oh, no. Maybe it’s not too late.”
The girl quickly stands up and bangs hard on the door of her cell, shouting.
“Jailer! Please tell the Archbishop…! I will do as you said!”
A time when saints were not needed.
On the Demon Continent, on the Human Continent,
An era in which technology has advanced too much.
The legends of warriors and saints are just stories handed down orally or fairy tales,
A time when everyone has to face each other’s evil.
In this cruel era, the girl makes a desperate plea outside the prison.
“I’ll do anything! I’ll do anything!”
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The saint finally comes when a crisis arises in the world.
A new saint born for the first time in hundreds of years with a strange prophecy,
It is said that she will punish all evil people and bring an end to the old era.
However, I cannot agree with the existing doctrine of hating ‘evil’ demons,
Even growth is slow,
A girl who can’t even properly follow the orders of the church,
Should she really be considered a saint?
If an unfortunate accident occurs and a saint or warrior dies, new ones will soon be born to succeed them.
Wouldn’t it be right to purge apostates who have degenerated into heretics and wait for a new saint?
Isn’t that what God actually wants?
