Chapter 203 – 45. Chapter 4. (3)
Rumors about the Apostle of God stirred not only those who were directly related to the Holy Spirit, but also the whole of Vermandois.
If stones can be turned into meat, wouldn’t the continent be freed from eternal poverty?
It was an indication that the hellish world could once again prosper like heaven. … But most know that common sense doesn’t make sense.
Historically, there have been countless numbers of people who have pretended to be the apostles of God. Especially in times of famine like now.
However, when word came out that the number of followers of God’s apostles exceeded thousands and reached 10,000 units, people seemed suspicious.
Even the great wizard who realized the truth of the world sprinkles magic in the empty air, but there is no law saying that an apostle who truly realizes the will of God should not turn stones into meat.
…… Those who were starving to the point of starvation already had no logic to reason with common sense. All they can rely on now is a transcendent miracle.
As a result, the number of people leaving Vermandois to find the Apostle of God began to increase. Especially orphans and beggars who have nowhere to go.
At least when the days are warm, they can somehow survive by digging up and eating plant roots, but when winter comes, even that is impossible.
Now they needed a miracle. The miracle of turning stone into meat… !
The number of beggars who flocked to Vermandois and begged began to noticeably decrease every day, and finally disappeared to the point where it was difficult to find them anymore.
Not only beggars, but also some citizens joined the procession. I feel like I’m really going to starve to death at this rate, so I feel like grabbing at least a straw….
Literally, all but those who could withstand this drought and famine left to find the Apostle of God. In particular, the word ‘God’ somehow evokes anticipation as if a miracle would be made. …… More than ‘immortality’.
…… And one day when the hot sun was beating down.
Allen has a really unexpected guest. The Holy Knight Monua, who should be stuck in the Holy Land—.
She was alone without a companion, and her miserable and scruffy appearance, even to the point of being called a beggar, was clearly far from the Monua he knew. … To be honest, if it wasn’t for the status window, I wouldn’t have recognized it at first glance.
Allen first served the poor skinny woman with water and food. Even Monua in the world was helpless in the face of hunger. She literally gobbled it up like a beggar.
She wept bitterly as Monua shoved food into her mouth. …… The miserable self, the miserable citizens, and the miserable continent are so pitiful.
Danjoo said nothing until her meal was over, and she just watched it. She just stays….
She gobbled up 4 servings in one sitting, and bowed her head in deep gratitude. She spoke of his kindness in giving her food, which was now more precious than gold, without condition.
“Wait, can we talk?”
That’s what Monua also hopes for.
The two men and women entered the quiet meeting room. Through the wide open window, I could see the pitiful river of Vermandois. The river, which once showed off the grandeur of Mother Nature, was crying silently, revealing a cracked bottom, leaving behind the glory of the past.
Allen stood by the window and she watched in silence, then she slowly turned her body to stare at Monoi. Her face was now covered with exhaustion, followed by starvation.
“How did that happen?”
Monua answered calmly in her cracked voice.
“…… I have left the Holy Land.”
“Why?”
“There is no God there.”
In the end, it seems that even Monua could not stand it any longer and turned around due to the corruption of the Holy Kingdom.
“So I wandered all over the continent, looking for God.”
“So, did you find it?”
“…… No.”
“Okay.”
The conversation fell into a lull for a moment.
He stared at her sad face without a word.
“… I met a man called God’s Apostle.”
When she opened her mouth after a while, Allen’s eyes wandering over her table reached her.
“So?”
“…… He is not an apostle of God. There was no miracle of turning stone into meat.”
True to her words, the false apostles were not God’s apostles.
He’s just an evil cultist’s pawn.
After intoxicating the countless crowds of people who had gathered, the heretics,
They drank human blood and fed human flesh.
…… After all, there are too many humans.
“Okay.”
Monua muttered in a dry voice with her head bowed, her old spirit was gone.
“…… Can you help me…… ?”
Help? What?
Allen, who was just a mere mercenary, asked coldly.
“What do you mean?”
Monua couldn’t answer.
Let her know That there is nothing he can do to help.
… But she didn’t want to fall into that deep abyss like this. Even if it was a straw, if that didn’t work, I wanted to struggle at least once.
“A way to solve this.”
As for the Allen Mau Noir knew, she was the smartest man out there.
Maybe she didn’t even know how this crisis continent would get through.
“Are you relying on a mere human to do something you couldn’t even achieve?”
She lowered her head even more, muttering as if to herself.
“…… Danju-nim thought, maybe, you might know…….”
“I’m sorry, but this is not something I can do with my power.”
Allen hadn’t had the slightest intention of doing this in the first place. Even if she did, she wasn’t on a scale that he could touch….
“…… Okay…….”
Her heart, which she had hoped for, was broken again this time.
… Perhaps being an apostle of God is an illusion created by human longing to lean on something….
Allen rested her chin on her chin and stared at Mo Noir for a long time as she bowed her head. …… After coldly refusing, his head unexpectedly began to spin violently.
She who seeks God solely for the sake of the continent’s well-being is perhaps the most suitable person for a saint in this land.
The empire needed such a person now. Not a corrupt kingdom or a fake apostle, but a real saintess.
Of course, it didn’t change that he had no intention of jumping directly into this fake apostle situation. … However, there is no need to refuse to help the empire indirectly.
“… By any chance, would you like to deliver a letter to me?”
“A letter, huh?”
“Yes. A letter to be delivered to His Highness, the prince. … However, you must go. No one else.”
Then Monua’s eyes sparkled again.
“Are you helping me?”
“It’s not even helpful, it’s just pointing out the way to go. … Of course, accepting or not, depends on the choice of the empire.”
Anyway, even if the fake apostle situation was left alone, it would end on its own someday. However, there is a difference in how large a wound it leaves on the continent.
“All right. Thank you Really, thank you.”
“This is your ball. It is the result of your earnestness.”
… Ah… !
“Sorry for not being able to help you much.”
“No. Like this, just by caring, like this, like this…….”
Her voice trembled, and she started crying again. More sad this time.
Allen rose from his seat and went to Monua’s side, patting her gently on the back.
“Please, find your god, Monua.”
…… Three days later, Monua headed to the capital of the empire with Allen’s letter.
To find her own god.
· · ·
A middle-aged man with deep sorrow, Prince Murloc heard the news that Allen Danju’s letter had arrived and hurriedly brought the messenger inside.
The sender is a person he knows well. He was the paladin Monua, also known as the Smell Stalker, who had been with him during the Avalanche of the Undead before.
The prince couldn’t help but be surprised when he saw Monua’s pathetic appearance. … Honestly, if she hadn’t given my name, she wouldn’t have recognized me.
“Hey, what’s going on?”
“… In search of God, I wandered the continent, Your Highness.”
Oh
“I… , This.”
Monua took out the letter of Arlen Danju, which she had cherished from her bosom, and delivered it to the prince.
He read it right there on the spot. …… The prince, who read the not-so-short content at once, looked at Monua for a moment before letting out her slow, long snort.
At the same time as accusing the terrible deed of the fake apostle who appeared on the continent, it wrote down the actions the empire should take in the future.
– The drought is terrible right now, but it won’t last until next year. On my name, I bet you.
I can’t fully believe it, but it’s a welcome sound nonetheless.
– The fake apostle will advance to destroy the Holy Kingdom. To prove that God is not on this earth.
– Seongguk is stagnant water for hundreds of years. And stagnant water is bound to rot.
– Majesty. Now is the time to replace the stagnant water with fresh, clean water.
The murloc raised the mood, tapping his fingers on the table. Monua swallowed her saliva in the tense air.
“…… Hey, did you say you were looking for God?”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
The middle-aged prince smiled lightly.
He trusted his own eyes, and Allen’s.
“For me, no, for the continent… , Would you like to do something?”
– Majesty.
– Make Monua a saint.
