Chapter 135 – The Saint
Going back in time, long before Kim Min-soo and the saintess met.
The saintess was reading her scriptures in bed.
『When gates and dungeons began to flood the world, religion lost most of its meaning.
The contents that did not appear in any scriptures and the unpredictable disaster completely destroyed the existing ‘faith’.
A time when there was no clear standard for awakening.
The time when those who believed in God died representing God, and those who had no faith claimed to be God.
People depended on each other.
Become each other’s fence, rely on each other, and build faith together… 』
Tup.
‘Who believes this…’
The saintess frowned as she covered her scriptures.
Even if you think about it with a little common sense, this can’t make sense, but people just believed it was good.
I don’t mean to belittle them, but at least I thought I should constantly look at myself when I believe in something.
What could be more dangerous than blind faith?
It would have been better if the scriptures were all lies.
Shut- Shut-
The saintess brushed her pure white hair.
Pure white hair.
She is proof that she has become a saint, and she is one of the representative things that shout that she is proof that God dwells.
In fact, her hair color changed after she woke up, so it wasn’t just wrong.
The holy kingdom of Luvenia decorated everything in the same way as before and grew her own size.
She adorns all the characteristic parts that come out when she wakes up as ‘miracle’ and advertises that there really is a ‘god’ in Luvenia.
‘It’s not even funny.’
If there is such a thing as God, there will be no need for proof or advertising.
The saintess thought that all of this was just a ‘coincidence’.
It was just that ‘by chance’ awakening periods overlapped and ‘by chance’ people with similar skills were ‘lucky’ together.
However, she had no intention of denying it outright or thinking badly of it.
Seong-guk was actually saving people by scattering money as much as she was growing at a terrifying pace.
Of course, she included a lot of lobbies and some dirty substance in it.
Well.
If such a thing did not exist, how would a religion less than two hundred years old grow into an independent state?
‘I just want to live a little more comfortably…’
When the saintess was sitting on her bed alone, lamenting her lonely life.
Smart-
Someone knocked on the door
“Who are you?”
“That’s me.”
“…Come on in.”
The only one who can not properly identify her as she enters the saintess’ room.
Pope Percus.
He was the one who made sure to balance the ideal and reality more than anyone else.
A person who placed the interests of the kingdom and world peace on the scales and raised only two or three more scales on the side of peace.
That was Percus.
Percus opened her door wide, saw her saintess, knelt down and said a short prayer before entering the room.
“You’re wearing a hanbok today too… And that… Sat…God?…With that.”
“Haha, isn’t it a country with warriors? You don’t know when and where it will be filmed, so it’s better to prepare in advance.”
“Percus, you’re so snobbish.”
“It can’t be helped. You only see what you see.”
He received all the words of the saintess and continued her words.
“The hero finally finished his character training and entered the Victory Academy.”
“I know what you’re trying to say, but do you really believe what the kid said?”
“Because that’s how we started.”
As if he had expected such a reaction, Percus recited the revelation at that time.
“The hero and the saint will save everything and defeat the demon king… Isn’t it wonderful? A story that only appears in fairy tales actually happens.”
“The problem is that it is at the level of a real fairy tale.
“Heh heh… I’ve said it over and over again, but this is just my summary… If you read our scriptures carefully…”
As soon as her sutra story came out, the saintess could no longer look at Percus’s face and bowed her head.
Perkus sighed, knowing what the action meant, and picked up the scripture roughly turned upside down on the bed.
“You’ve been reading it for two years, but you haven’t even gotten past 50 pages yet… It took me five years to make this… Holy Lady, please read the sutras at least once, so can’t you read them thoroughly?”
“Books are so eye-straining. It’s hard to control the spacing between letters…”
“…So I also proceeded to move to North Korea…”
“I hate e-books because they don’t smell like books.”
Then what?
Perkus said he hadn’t even worked out his back yesterday, but he felt a natural strain on his lats.
It was a shame because the hanbok covered the whole body, but I almost noticed that the muscles of his whole body were wriggling.
‘Why did God make such a person a saint and subject me to such a deep trial…’
There was a time when I thought it didn’t matter if I became this body or a handful of ashes in order to raise Rubenia.
The moment when an awakened person with skills worthy of being called a ‘saint’ appeared and a revelation came out of a child’s mouth.
She said she had been living for this moment, and she felt everything was rewarded.
Therefore, Percus did everything in his power to raise the holy kingdom and treated the saintess with utmost respect.
Yes.
The extreme hospitality was the problem.
‘There is no end… The end…!’
What would he have done if he had neglected his work?
Surprisingly, the saintess was perfect when it came to external affairs.
Only in her private space did she show her broken personality.
She wasn’t being rude or hurting anyone, though.
‘It means only I have to endure it.’
The saintess smiled brightly, as if she knew well how Percus felt.
“Percus, you have the same expression as the cartoon character I saw yesterday.”
“What character was it?”
“There’s a mark on his forehead while he’s smiling, right? Even his bald head is similar.”
“…As I’ve said many times, I have all my hair roots alive. It’s not bald, it’s not baldness, it’s just fashion.”
As soon as the saintess heard that, she hurriedly pulled her veil over her face, which was at her bedside.
Percus, perhaps accustomed to being treated like this, sighed as he washed his face dry.
Her face under the veil was hard to see, but I could be sure.
The saintess was desperately holding back her laughter.
“…Holy Lady, please don’t use the veil to hide your expression. It’s one of the symbols of our church, so…”
“The veil doesn’t have any special function, so what…”
“I can hear all of you, saintess.”
“Oh, did you do that? I’m sorry. I’m having a hard time with work these days…”
I can’t say anything because it’s true.
Perkus nodded and thought it was time to get right to the point.
Because I couldn’t waste my time just cracking jokes.
“Anyway, I’m going to go ahead… Now that the hero has entered the academy, I think he’ll start working in earnest.”
“So what?”
“Then shouldn’t we move in step with each other? People are crazy about the story. Far from each other… Two who work hard for each other and grow! And a bond that grows! Something like that. Besides, he’s probably the best in the world.” Called Victory Academy is sure to stand out from the start! Hehe, I want to meet a hero as soon as possible. Didn’t you ‘accidentally’ get a holy sword from the S-class gate a while ago? It was put in a rock and no one pulled it out. And… Invite him to the holy kingdom and have him draw the sword. The detail here is not to make him draw it right away, but to do it after the saintess prays once and does it… In a slightly blessed sense…That sounds good, but you’re not listening.”
“Ah that… Uh… Woah… Ooh…”
“There’s no use reacting too late…”
“I believe in Percus. I was particularly impressed with the part where I draw the sword. A saint wielding a holy sword, isn’t it wonderful?”
“…”
Perkus trembled his body and seriously pondered where to spend this emotion.
‘Should I wear white gloves and do a church music box cleaning test…? Or should I spread the rosarios in a row on the lawn and punish the owners of the rosaries that do not reflect the light…’
While he is seriously thinking about how to relieve stress.
The saintess rummaged through her cell phone and started surfing the Internet.
Because of her status as a saint, interacting with her people is very limited, so she has no choice but to rely on the Internet.
Being able to work anonymously online, the saintess felt a sense of liberation and freedom more than anyone else.
‘Hmm… They didn’t come up today.’
The posts I check when I wake up every morning have not been posted these days.
What’s up lately? It was even worrying.
Watching that was the fun of life these days.
She drooped her shoulders in her regret.
“Ah…That saintess, I’m not angry.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah…?”
“Yes?”
“Uh… That… I didn’t say anything, so the atmosphere seems to have gone down a bit…”
“No, it’s just that there’s nothing interesting on the Internet these days.”
“…Ah, I see… First of all… Please think more deeply about the story of the hero and the saint I told you about…Then let’s go. It’s meal time in a while, so please make sure to come down on time this time. Wish.”
Percus left the room with her shoulders drooping like a saint.
‘It seems like I get 10 years older every time I go in.’
What if I had a daughter?
Perkus shook his head.
He only wanted to drop the saintess in Korea as soon as possible.
+++++++++++++++++++++
Meanwhile.
‘Did he go?’
After Percus leaves.
The saintess took off her veil.
‘Hero… It’s good, it’s good.’
Warriors and saints.
The story of Percus.
I could understand and understand everything.
Well, it wasn’t because I didn’t ask for an arranged marriage, and I didn’t mean to like it.
It meant something like ‘Just be friendly~’, but the saintess found it difficult even that.
It was because she knew the hero long before Percus vomited ten times about the story of the hero.
Because…
Tring!
==============================
Alarm!
[Sweet Cadet]’S question has been posted.
==============================
You’re here.
When the notification bell that did not ring no matter how long I waited.
The saintess had the brightest expression in the world and moved her eyes and fingers eagerly.
‘Today is also funny.’
Is there any other fun like this in the world?
After reading the question of ‘Sweet Cadet’, she kindly commented.
‘This is the admission fee.’
A secret that can never be told even to the pope.
Her true identity.
=====================
ㄴㅇㅇ:: Look at the way he speaks, kkkk If you were next to me, you would be really bored whenever you were bored.
=====================
It was Kim Min-soo and Ahn Fatteng’s sniper ‘ㅇㅇ’.
