Surviving as a Saint in Another World

Namjoon (2)

In that place, there was a person who had a human form but was not human.

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Light covered the world.

The light punished the wicked.

The light punished the ungodly.

Brilliant light that made me feel sanctified just by looking at it hovered around me as if in awe of the one who had done it all.

Her hair swayed to match the stripped robe.

From those eyes, a light that could hardly be thought of as human was pouring out.

It was the gaze of God that would be difficult to face if there was even a speck of sin committed.

The geometric pattern on my outstretched hand shone with a brilliance that couldn’t be brighter.

It was a proof of God that no one in this world could deny.

However, the eyes of the human being, who looked closer to God than anyone else, were full of water.

A single teardrop falling under the right eye area harmonized with the slightly distorted eye and the corner of the mouth, making even the viewer feel the pain.

“why.”

Even the voice that came out didn’t sound human.

However, the voice that came out was full of human anguish more than anyone else. Grief and doubt, pain and confusion filled the voice.

Everyone bowed their heads even more at the sound.

Only non-believers could not help bowing their heads before kneeling before an angry god.

However, there were many unbelievers in this place.

“A saint…! A saint! That’s why I was able to come this far!”

“Lend me your strength, Mr. Noien! Whisper your wisdom!”

“Give me the strength to deal with that monstrosity that claims to be God’s puppet!”

The voices of the devil worshipers were short-lived.

“Your sins are deep.”

The saint began to speak in a calm voice.

The clusters of lights that had been shot one by one until just now began to appear in the sky one by one.

“With a human body, we follow evil instead of human gods, so that sin is the first.”

devil worship.

Those who raised the devil’s power while shouting the devil’s name burst out.

“He harmed another human being with a human body, so that sin is the second.”

Confederate Cup.

Those who tried to attract the humans next to them and use them as shields exploded.

“This is the third sin of mutilating and desecration of the bodies of those who should be put to rest in death.”

damn insult.

Those who tried to do something with corpses hung on poles, chimeras, and golems burst out.

“Whispering lies to others, scheming evil by corrupting them, that sin is the fourth.”

deception. malice.

Those who tried to forcibly bloom the seeds of corruption planted in humans burst out.

“Finally, all these things are against God’s will and to bring down God, so that’s the fifth sin.”

Blasphemy.

Finally, only the last devil worshiper remained, who, unlike the other devil worshipers, stiffened in fear and hung his head like the rest of the people, not doing anything.

“Since all the sins are presumptuous and grave, I will not have the virtue of mercy toward you.”

The saint stood before him and silently delivered the devil-worshipper’s end.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please save me! I was wrong!”

The devil worshiper, frantically begging for mercy, crawled to his knees and grabbed the saint by the ankle.

Those nearby stood in awe and tried to slit the devil worshiper’s head, but the saint shook his head quietly.

“Your sin is too deep. I am ashamed to see the souls of those who died here, so I cannot forgive you.”

Everyone looked at the saint involuntarily at those words.

To say that the reason they don’t forgive devil worshipers is not because they don’t worship God, nor because they attack themselves as saints, but because of the beggars in the slums who were sacrificed.

“There were no serious casualties. Didn’t you destroy all of our plans! God was right! Long live Orion! All…

The devil worshiper, who was talking gibberish as if he had a foreboding of his end at the saint’s attitude, grabbed his neck and began to fall.

The saint immediately knelt down and embraced the dying demon worshiper, not caring that his clothes were soiled.

It was a quick move, as if it had been foreseen.

“Gagging…!”

A dark mark appeared on the nape of the demon worshiper’s neck and began to emit a burnt smell.

It was as if the devil had clamped his neck.

The saint placed his hand on the nape of her neck and began to emit light.

“Repent.”

Thanks to the saint’s voice and light, the demon worshiper, whose eyes were momentarily lightened, looked at the saint with teary eyes.

“Repent. Even if it’s just one last time. To make up for even a little bit of the sins you committed. To find a little bit of rest after you die.”

“…sorry…sorry…”

What did he think of when he said that? The devil worshiper, who hesitated to apologize, took his life without finishing a word.

The saint stared at the face of the corpse distorted by pain without saying anything for a long time, then looked up at the sky when he saw the corpses and injured people around him.

As if the sin was so great that it would be disrespectful to others to honor him.

“…Saint Ronan. I will serve you. Now go away.”

“So, young saint. I think you’d better take a break.”

When the agent and the knight commander, unable to see the scene, helped the saint to stand up, the saint looked around and shook his head.

“There’s still a lot to do.”

It was a bright tone as usual, in case others were concerned.

“So that’s for us now…”

“I won’t disarm the barrier until I’m sure all the Orcs are gone. There are people here who are also affected by the dark magic of corruption. I might collapse while healing myself.”

When the saint told him that he had no intention of returning until all this suffering was over, the knight commander’s eyes turned to the dwarf knights.

“…Did everyone hear it!”

“yes!”

“Then what are you doing! Hurry up and go catch the orc!”

“All right!”

Templars quickly dispersed.

“I’ll summon priests who can use all purification-type holy methods. Saint, you’ve worked too hard today. Please go back.”

In the midst of this, the agent urged the saint once more to return.

“…there’s something else that needs to be addressed.”

“which…?”

The saint’s gaze turned to the farthest end of the party he had passed by, to the little boy who was still staring blankly at the sky.

“Robin.”

Maybe it was because he was surprised that a person with an unbelievable title, a saint, of a person who had just shown a ridiculous scene, was still respectful to him.

Robin and Ronan, who expressed their surprise with all their bodies, met their eyes.

“…Go find Ray-sama.”

As if waiting for Robin to calm down, Ronan, who was half a beat, said that and stretched out his hand.

A silence fell between the two, as if time had stopped for a moment.

Right after, Robin burst into unbearable tears and ran towards Ronan and kissed his hand.

* * *

why.

It was my question facing the situation.

Why did these nobles suddenly fall into prayer without thinking about helping me and spoiling the devil worshippers?

It’s understandable for ordinary people to ask for help because I’m killing them, but I really don’t understand this.

Is this the cult of fanatics?

Besides fighting, if something plausible happens in the middle of the battlefield, why don’t you pray?

It’s a sentiment that’s hard for an ordinary person like me to understand…

I don’t know. When did I get it? Let’s just keep doing what we’re doing.

…what? Did you take care of these nobles in the middle of the day?

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Looking around again, everyone’s hearts were filled with awe.

that’s not it…

Still, everyone lowered their heads and started praying, which made it easier to identify the demon worshipers.

You don’t have to check everyone’s name, you just have to check the people who harbor fear, fear, enmity instead of awe.

Still, I need to lay down the base rice first.

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Later, if the story of killing an ordinary person came out, it would be a headache.

A dead man doesn’t say anything, but who can prove it if he fakes it?

The people here will be the witnesses.

Then we should put it in the memory of the witnesses that he only killed devil worshipers.

From now on, I started laying a board so that all the people I kill are thought to be devil worshipers.

He began enumerating the terrible deeds of the devil worshipers one by one and dealing with them accordingly.

It was a spectacle of disposing of the demon worshipers who had done it.

It seems that I got into the atmosphere a little and spit out unfamiliar words.

When I came to my senses, I was declaring that I would kill all the demon worshipers.

Even after killing all of them, there is only one left.

No, Mr. Ronan. Are you upset?

Keep one or two devil worshipers alive so we won’t be digging up information. Did you forget the hard work you went through trying to find out about the cult’s ties?

He sighed and approached the last demon worshiper.

I couldn’t find any hostility towards me or anything like that from the demon worshiper.

Fear, awe, fear.

It was so full of those emotions that it was hard to tell them apart from other people.

So it seems that he didn’t kill inadvertently.

Do you think this would be quite cooperative?

We should gather as much information as we can before killing them.

Once he said that he would not forgive him one more time before he started, the last devil worshiper began begging for forgiveness.

Then the worshiper starts making all sorts of excuses.

Yeah, well, you guys must have a situation. There are no tombs in the world without a story. But it’s not that important to me.

Call what you know quickly. That’s why you and the church have something to do with it or not.

Just as I was thinking about that complacency, the last demon worshiper grabbed me by the neck and started to fall.

what?

Initiate an oath.

The word began to come to mind around the devil worshiper.

What nonsense! Does the Covenant of Devil Worship have such a function? Suicide bombs to prevent information digging?

Come to think of it, of course it was possible, but I was too complacent.

Even in a church that worships God, bomb necklaces are used, but devil worshipers can’t use them.

I hurriedly picked up the fallen demon worshiper.

I tried to break the oath by applying divine law, but to no avail.

The oath had already been invoked and the worshiper was dying.

“Repent.”

I said that with the feeling of grabbing at least a straw. Blow what you know and die!! I’m really struggling all day right now!

Unfortunately, the worshiper died without even spitting out any information.

I stared for a while, wondering how the worshiper’s corpse could not be brought back to life, then looked around.

Damn…what the hell have I been through so far? If so, where do I find the information?

I feel like crying again

I looked up at the sky trying hard to swallow my tears because I couldn’t deny it if I shed tears again this time.

The curtain of light that was still unfolding came into my eyes.

Come to think of it, I’ve almost run out of divine power.

Hey, I thought it was quite a lot, but this is an amount that can run out without using absurd holy magic.

Seeing me like that, I finally came to my senses and urged the knight commander and agent who were trying to send me back to my heart’s content.

What’s the point of going home! No one can go home until we’re done here!

After saying that, everyone started working.

However, the eyes of the knight commander and the agent were frightening.

I looked around to find a suitable excuse.

Curing corruption is not okay because I am also being held captive… Ah.

A little boy with a blank face came into my eyes.

Come to think of it, none of the people here have ever been mutated.

The ones that came out of the building were Chimeras and Golems. No Orcs ever came out.

It doesn’t look like it was taken separately.

…Didn’t you pack the low-priority items to get away in a hurry?

then…

Eyes inadvertently turned to the building from which the worshipers had sprung.

Maybe there’s still some evidence left?

Having made up my mind, I immediately shouted at the kid.

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Little boy, let’s go find your friend!

…But what was your friend’s name? These days, people’s names pop up in my head, so it’s hard to remember the names I’ve heard. Oh, it was Ray.

Why? The little boy, who had been overcome with emotions by himself, ran to me and started kissing my outstretched hand.

Hey, I didn’t reach out for that.

What should I do if I hear something like this, a high-handed saint forced me to kiss a stigmata on the street?

I sighed and sweated to get the weeping kid up.

We really need to do something about the culture of fanaticism here.