Surviving as a Saint in Another World

Infiltrate (2)

I got hold of the agent that way and began persuading him to go to the church on Delm Street.

If the person here was the princess, she could have expressed her thoughts and asked for cooperation, but since she was an agent, it was a bit burdensome.

It’s not that I don’t trust the agent, but if I tell the agent exactly what I’m guessing, he’ll rather break down the door of Central Church right away and ask me to check it out.

So, rather than telling my guess, I persuaded them by saying that the church might be the reason for the imperfect mutation.

The agent tried to dissuade me several times, saying that it was not necessary for the saint to check it and that it would not be too late to check it later if you were really curious, but that was not all of my true intentions, so there was no way I could accept it.

In the end, the agent nodded, giving the clue that this time was really the last time.

In fact, it is a story that has little to do with the proposition of finding a missing kid’s friend.

There’s no way a rational and cold-hearted person like me would do that. It must mean that I’m doing well as an ideal saint.

It probably won’t take long, so I’d rather finish the job quickly and have some thoughts about sending it back. It’s a dream that won’t come true.

“Young saint, where are you going?”

“I was thinking of going now.”

When he answered the knight commander’s question, the knight captain, who was momentarily surprised, nodded as if he understood something.

“It must have been a tough day. Leave the finishing touches and go back to rest.”

I didn’t say that I would go back to the academy. In fact, I intentionally cut off the subject.

Instead of clearing up the knight commander’s misunderstanding, I put on a tired smile.

It wasn’t hard to make a face because he was actually in a state of exhaustion.

However, in the corner, the agent was making an expression as if he was shocked by my appearance.

It looked like he wasn’t sure if I was using this type of speech intentionally or if I was just saying something misleading in the midst of exhaustion.

You didn’t lie. You just didn’t lie.

Besides, on the way back to the academy, it might happen that he decides to take a moment to check if something is wrong with the church with the help of a priest he bumps into.

You never know what your life will be like. A few months ago, I never dreamed that I would be like this…

I was able to get out of my seat with only the first people who came here, and I was able to leave the slums comfortably, unlike when I entered.

It must be thanks to the priests and city troops walking around carrying torches here and there in the middle of the night.

When I completely left the slums, I was briefly stopped by the siege net formed by the city, but thanks to the knights, I was able to escape just as easily.

Originally, it would never have been possible to escape this easily, but it seems that the princess paid attention even though she was busy.

After all, power is the best. It’s thrilling. always new

“Holy Son. I’ll arrange a carriage to go back to the academy right away. Please wait a moment.”

The knights who spit out such words as soon as they left the slums.

I said, looking at the poor knights who got the job assignment wrong even if it was wrong.

“There are places I must visit before I go back.”

I’m sorry, but I’m working overtime all night, everyone.

The expressions on the faces of the two knights, who believed that they would return to the academy, became strange.

“Where to go…?”

“I’ll have to stop by the church I stopped by this morning one more time. There may be important clues left there.”

Surprisingly, the knights accepted my sudden words without any disagreement.

Although I had anxiety, I was surprised that everyone accepted it so easily.

Even unlike before, when he tried to make eye contact with me, he hurriedly lowered his eyes as if he had committed some crime.

Did the use of force that was shown earlier work for the knights? If they refused to see them killing people, wouldn’t they think that they looked like they were going to die?

That’s a really absurd false accusation. Where else in this world is there a non-violentist like me?

It was unfair, but I decided not to give a bad explanation because I didn’t have to try hard to convince him right now.

So we moved to the church on Delm Street.

Come to think of it, what should I do if I’m sleeping? Should I wake him up?

Fortunately, those worries were for nothing.

Even though it was midnight, the light was leaking from the church.

Is this place open 24 hours? I’ve never seen a restaurant open 24 hours since I was reincarnated. What kind of church is open 24 hours? I’m perplexed.

Opening the church door and entering, through the light of the sparsely lit candlesticks, the image of a person sitting in the seat closest to the statue of Orion caught my eye.

It was Priest Rhys.

“You’re here.”

Everyone’s eyes turned to me at the words of Priest Rhys, who greeted us without wavering as if he had been waiting.

He seemed to be wondering if I had said anything to Priest Rhys in advance.

I didn’t do it. I’m embarrassed because I’m waiting so calmly.

Before I could say anything, Priest Rhys, who had turned toward us, came up to me and knelt down.

It was a very familiar composition.

“Since I have failed to notice the evil that abounds in the city, and have failed to fulfill my clerical duties, I don’t know if the sacrifice of my life can atone for that sin.”

At that time, he said he would give his life to save the other children in the church, but this time he said he would give his life because his sin was deep.

Why is this person risking his own life so often?

Besides, what a great duty a priest in a crumbling church has.

To say that rights come with due duties means, conversely, that when there are few rights, there must be few duties as well. At least according to simple dichotomous logic.

If you’re going to blame it, you’ll have to go to the head of the clergy in this city. To be honest, I think it’s a useless responsibility unless you’re going to become the archbishop who manages this place.

“Priest Rhys…”

While I thought about it for a long time, the little boy behind me was crying as he approached the kneeling priest.

“You… are you Robin?”

“Priest…”

“Oh my God. That’s not what you’re talking about.”

“Rei go… Rei go…”

Priest Rhys hugs and comforts a child who can’t forget words.

“Les-sama. Please help me for Ray-sama’s sake.”

I intervened because I thought the end would be gone if the kid cried, calmed it down, and listened to the whole story.

I don’t want to be rude enough to interfere in a touching and sad scene, but I’m a bit busy today.

Surprised, Priest Rhys looked at me while comforting the little boy.

“Just say anything.”

“The church in the central square, is there any way to sneak in?”

Everyone looked at me as if they were surprised, as if they hadn’t expected it.

In particular, the agent was ready to question what the hell he was talking about right away.

I could feel that I was barely restraining myself because I didn’t want to interfere in my conversation.

“Are you talking about Central Church?”

“Yes. Is there a way to bypass the church without touching something like holy magic?”

“Why…no, no. I’m sorry. That was a useless question. It’s like sneaking in… it might be possible with Rosetta’s help.”

Priest Rhys, who tried to express an obvious question to my question to convince Priest Rhys, put aside his personal curiosity and gave an answer saying that it might be possible.

“Are you Rosetta-sama?”

It’s a story I brought up with a feeling of grabbing straw because of the twin nuns, but is there really a way to sneak in?

“I am a nun of this church. Before I came here, I was at the central church.”

You mean you know how to get around it because you’ve been there once? That’s how lax the security is?

While I was making a puzzled expression, Priest Rhys continued.

“The central church’s most representative security-related sacred law is that you cannot enter without permission from an authorized person.”

Yes, I also saw it the first time I went. It was a ridiculous holy method.

“Rosetta has an older sister who is still working at Central Church.”

Even if you try to ask her, the church is currently closed.

Priests don’t go outside carelessly, so the expected value of success is too low to be hanging around the church in the hope of contacting them someday.

I don’t think Priest Rhys doesn’t know what I know… Did you misunderstand what I meant?

“and…”

Priest Rhys, who was hesitant about whether to say this for a moment, looked at the people around me, then at me, and then asked another question.

“Are all of you people you believe in?”

Uh…That’s a very vague question. I don’t trust anyone in the first place. Since I can see emotions, I can only tell what’s true and what’s not. Without this ability, I’d be in extreme paranoia and distrust of people by now.

I nodded my head slightly, instead of making Priest Rhys feel uneasy by saying such a thing.

First of all, it’s important to figure out how.

“Rosetta can communicate with my sister right away even with weak divine power.”

Yep.

Unexpected words came out. This is a bit embarrassing.

It is said that telepathy is possible, but I have tried to use it because I thought the benefits of being able to communicate with others without opening my mouth were immeasurable.

and hit it fast.

First of all, the divine efficiency was extremely inefficient. It was enough to use it without difficulty when approaching a distance where whispers were possible, so it was better to whisper directly.

There, I even came up with the concept of telepathy. It was an act close to blasphemy to convey my will silently to the native people of this world.

Isn’t this also a means to fabricate the word of God to the clergy?

If one day I suddenly hear an unknown voice in my head, wouldn’t anyone think I’m crazy or that I’m starting to hear the voice of God?

“That… Rosetta-sama could also…”

“Absolutely, absolutely not. I don’t know the details of what happened. But the sisters were just able to communicate with each other naturally from a certain moment.”

Then it’s not that much of a problem.

Even if it’s not a problem, it’s a story that corrupt priests who want to fabricate the voice of God want to try all kinds of experiments right away.

Could it be that the nun named Rosetta is deliberately in such a backwater church to get away from the eyes of the clergy?

But my sister is on the central church side.

It smells… Here, too, I can smell the annoying stories about Priest Rhys, Sister Rhys, and the Church.

“So you’re saying that you can summon your sister through Miss Rosetta?”

Rather than inquiring about the identity of the sister, I quickly asked back so that the story would not go astray.

After I take over the church, when I can’t stand the boredom, then I’ll go and ask.

“That’s right.”

“Could you please help us?”

“sorry.”

I’ve explained this far and won’t help you?

Seeing that I was feeling anger and willingness at the same time, I was angry that he would not help me, but I seemed to be struggling between the antinomic feelings of whether I could be sent back to the academy if Priest Reese didn’t help me.

“I am not at all afraid to give myself away, but I cannot force them to take risks.”

When the agent did not tackle him, Priest Rhys finished his talk without incident.

Now that I’ve heard it, that sounds right too. In fact, it’s no different from betraying the church and bringing in an outsider into the church.

There was a high possibility that they would not cooperate even if they were forced to do so.

“It’s very important. May I ask Rosetta for her opinion?”

“At least in the morning…”

“Pastor Reese. What the hell did you do until this hour… Whoa! Who are all these people? Robbers? Where are the people coming to rob the church! Shame on you!”

Are you a tiger?

The nun who appeared just in time saw Priest Rhys and us surrounding him and began to reprimand them in amazement.

“Rosetta, it’s not like that. Look here. These guys saved Robin.”

“Robin? Are you really Robin?”

Before the nun’s voice grew louder in earnest, the nun, who had picked up a broom nearby, threw it away and ran over to pick up the little girl.

“Oh my God. Lord Orion, my God. What the hell happened?”

I could tell just by looking at him that he genuinely cared about the little boy and didn’t care about his soiled appearance, just by hugging him.

From anyone’s point of view, it was similar to Priest Rhys.

“Look at my sister. Are you not hurt anywhere? Can I get you some food? But… where did Ray go?”

Moisture rose again in the eyes of the little boy who had been trying to calm down at those words.

To make Priest Rhys’ efforts go to waste in an instant.

“Ray is… Ray is…”

No but why is everyone talking like Ray is dead?

Especially you, kid. Did you give up because you weren’t even in the hiding place? Other people don’t know, but you shouldn’t. Didn’t you mean to find your friend?

“To save Ray, we need Rosetta’s help.”

I interrupted the kid before he could say anything.

At those words, the nun’s gaze turned to me.

“…What did you just say? You could save Ray?”

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Looking at me before speaking and frowning, I could see that he didn’t like me because I was so suspicious. Nevertheless, he had a constructive attitude of focusing on the content of my words rather than asking about my identity. I really like it.

“Maybe he’s already dead, but at least we can confirm he’s alive.”

It’s a lie. Most of this nonsense now stemmed from my delusion, so there could be no test subjects inside the church.

“Can you say that?”

Of course you can’t tell.

However, if you show subtraction here, the reliability will be compromised.

“I swear to Orion.”

There is a good name to sell that doesn’t seem like a drop of rain, let alone a thunderbolt, will leave the place no matter how much I swear.

Everyone who heard my words changed their complexion in an unusual way.

Even the agent and the knights seemed to wonder if I had received the revelation of Orion, harboring a strange awe and doubt.

Well, unless you are convinced that God will not punish you even if you do this, you will not recklessly swear in the name of God, whether you have little or no faith.

Anyway, in a world where God exists, who knows when and how problems will arise.

Even if anyone knows that I am a saint.

But I’m the kind of person who’s convinced that nothing will happen.

If you don’t want to sell your name arbitrarily, why don’t you try plugging it in.

Of course, there was no lightning strike.