Surviving as a Saint in Another World

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Time passed quickly.

Originally, when you are struggling, you stand still like a stone, but when you do nothing and play, time flows faster than light.

It took at most one day for me to make a fuss about doing something, but when I was stuck in my room on the pretext of recuperation, the weekend approached in an instant.

In fact, since that day, I had been confined to my room, and I didn’t really realize it until I rode the carriage to the church, but looking out of the carriage, I was a little nervous.

A lot more people than you think…

“Are you ready?”

The princess who was riding with me said that to me.

The carriage arrived and they said they needed time to clear things up, so it seemed like it was time to get off.

Are you ready?

Instead of saying such nonsensical words, I held Celia’s hand, who was also riding with me.

Celia was also in a nervous state, so her hands were shaking slightly.

In the meantime, it seemed amazing that the princess did not seem to be disturbed while looking at the crowd.

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“Yes, it’s done.”

The princess looked at Celia’s hand, looked at Celia once, nodded, and offered encouragement.

“I hope Miss Celia will do her best.”

“yes!”

“Then I will open the door.”

With Celia’s spirited reply, we left the carriage.

The first thing that caught my eye as soon as I left the carriage was the appearance of knights lined up in a row from the front of the carriage to the entrance of the church.

As soon as he got off the carriage, a sword was pulled out from the knights lined up according to someone’s command.

The surroundings, which were quite noisy when the wagon arrived, became quiet before I knew it. It was too quiet for a huge crowd of people behind the road made by the knights, so it was frightening.

Celia must feel this way too, right?

Just like back then, I used holy magic to calm my mind a little bit.

I used it because I was worried about Celia, not because I felt burdened.

There was no reason to make a fuss this time, so the light that surrounded Celia and me for a while quickly disappeared.

After that, I slowly walked along the path created by the knights.

It was still burdensome, but considering that it was proof that I was doing well, it was bearable.

When I came out of my first meeting with the princess, there was a knight who looked at me with the intention of killing me, but at this point, it really succeeded.

I consciously went into the church with my head even more stiff.

A full-fledged memorial service began.

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The people who gathered at the memorial service held at the church were far more diverse than the city expected.

In fact, in the sense of a pure memorial service, there were few people who could participate.

Most of the dead were poor people without proper ties, and clergy, who could be said to be related to the archbishop, were the organizers of the memorial service.

The only people who deserved to attend this memorial service were the families of the few guardsmen who were sacrificed in the process of clearing the monsters.

And in general, the fact that the guards were dead would not have even been an issue, let alone a memorial service.

Nevertheless, a huge number of people gathered at the memorial service.

The most intuitive reason was, of course, sharing food.

Distributing food at this memorial service was a political act with strong intentions to control public sentiment.

As the event was given to make the commoners who ate, drank, and enjoyed themselves tomorrow dismiss all of this as a happening and move on, there was no reason to stop the commoners who came after hearing rumors saying they had nothing to do with the memorial service.

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Like that, a large number of commoners, who were only interested in the ashes, had nothing to do with the memorial service.

Aristocrats who lived in cities where they would not be tempted by food like that moved their heavy hips when they heard of the people participating in this memorial ceremony.

The mayor of the city, which has an unrivaled position due to the nature of being a city close to the Empire’s first academy. The 1st princess, the core of the empire’s power, which is painful to say the least.

It was said to be a memorial service, but to the aristocrats, it seemed like a place for socializing, where they could try to network with people they would normally not be able to approach.

Although they had different directions, nobles who were only interested in ashes also flocked to the church.

Of course, the story of the memorial service was an afterthought from everyone.

Until the memorial service began in earnest, most people were not interested in the memorial service itself.

The commoners wondered how to get more food and go home, admiring the splendid exterior of the church, which they would not normally come near. The nobles gathered among themselves inside the church and held a small social gathering, looking forward to the arrival of the mayor, princess, and saint. was going on

The atmosphere began to change when the saint appeared in the church.

It was unusual from the appearance.

It was also because of the splendid review prepared by the surroundings, but it was not the only one.

As soon as he landed, a white halo of light wrapped around the saint’s body and disappeared. A clean appearance, as if he insisted that he was noble from birth.

Since he was still outside the church, most of the people around him were commoners, and the commoners naturally came to think that a saint was fundamentally different from them.

Commoners’ interest began to shift from food to saints.

So the saint entered the church, and finally the full-scale memorial service began.

For nobles, the memorial service was quite political, and they expected the saint to speak of a devil worshiper.

Who the hell would truly mourn the deaths of unrelated poor people?

I thought I would tell a story to draw support by mentioning the public enemy, gathering people’s attention and giving it direction.

If the saint who is said to have solved the situation said such a thing, it would easily attract support.

And in the process of giving that speech, you will be able to understand to some extent what the saint is like.

In the minds of most aristocrats here, the image of a saint was nothing more than a human automatically endowed with very strong religious authority.

It was a beautiful appearance that made you want to admit its authority just by looking at it, but the nobles were not thoughtless enough to make such a judgment based on their appearance.

The saint stood on the podium and took a moment to catch his breath.

And from the first sentence, I dropped a bomb on everyone.

“I have failed.”

Under any circumstances, it’s not a very good look for a leader to admit their failures.

Are you an ignorant person about politics enough to say that without knowing that?

I thought there was a pretty close bond between the royal family and the saint, but isn’t that true?

Or is the royal family trying to check the saint’s reputation, which is growing too rapidly this time?

All sorts of questions rose among the nobles who were listening.

They didn’t even realize that thanks to the saint’s unconventional words, he drew the attention of everyone around him who was only interested in ashes with just one word.

“There were so many lives that could have been saved. I couldn’t help them. I couldn’t replace the sorrow, pain and despair they must have suffered.”

A question mark appeared in the nobles’ minds.

No matter how much the imperial family tried to keep it in check, wouldn’t it be possible for the saint to meekly accept and talk about pessimism about himself without going crazy?

Are you a substitute? The saint’s speech was beyond the expectations of the nobles to the extent that such absurd thoughts came to mind.

“There was not a single person who deserved to die like that. Even the Archbishop, who fell into the swamp of corruption. They fought against corruption to the end.”

We don’t talk about the brutal tactics of our enemies that we inevitably suffer. We don’t even talk about how cleverly we defeated them. He urges you to get off and does not secretly tell you what you want.

Innocently, they were talking about mourning the deaths of people, befitting the words of a memorial service.

In general, it would have been a very boring speech because it lacked nutritional value.

As everyone knows, most of the people who died here were people with no connections.

Who the hell would truly mourn the death of someone who has nothing to do with them, even the death of the lowest class of society?

However, there was someone who was truly sad.

It was the saint right in front of my eyes.

The saint’s eyes quickly turned into tears.

“Gentlemen, I am not afraid of the cliffs of pain. I am not afraid of the plateaus of despair. I am not afraid of the deserts of sorrow.”

In fact, the saint, who spits out such words out of nowhere, spoke in a calm tone as if he was not afraid at all.

But the next moment, his voice trembled for a moment, and he continued in a cracked voice.

“The only thing I’m afraid of… the only thing I’m afraid of is not going to those who need my help.”

The saint smiled for a moment as if he had a happy imagination for the last time, and continued.

“If even one person can become happier, I am not afraid of all the difficulties and obstacles. Because I am the one who was chosen to do so.”

The content was something that made listeners question whether they had heard it correctly.

Serving for the happiness of people is the reason he became a saint, and everyone forgot what to say at the attitude of the saint who said that he was not afraid of adversity.

Ignoring everyone’s reaction, the saint, who became depressed again, said in a cracked voice, perhaps because of heightened emotions.

“As I said before, I have already failed once. More than anything else, it has become a painful and painful memory. It is an experience I do not want to go through again. Please do not give up on yourself, please.”

The saint’s earnest request could be summed up in one word: ‘I will help you no matter what, so don’t die’.

It was too solemn a word to be uttered by a single human being.

“At many times in our lives, our faith is tested and we question our own rightness. Even the Archbishop did. But please don’t be consumed by those feelings.”

The saint expands the story by citing the example of a priest belonging to a church that may be a shame to him.

Subtly warning about depravity, the subject changes to the question of essential goodness.

“I once said that. Even if you don’t have to learn complex theology, the voice of righteousness you hear in your heart is the word of Orion.”

It affirms the will and goodness of each human being, says that it is natural, and lightly denies the authority of theology that the denomination advocates so much.

It was too foreign words for a saint belonging to the church to say.

“So, everyone. In order to pursue goodness in the first place, neither complicated logic nor being born noble is important. Orion-sama has already whispered right and wrong to you.”

It is said that even the status beyond the church is meaningless. A saint who can be said to have the noblest status.

Now there was not a single person in the hall who was not paying attention to the saint’s words.

“If you can’t believe that you have that standard of goodness, listen to your inner voice.”

Following the words of the saint, there were even people who inadvertently closed their eyes and reflected on themselves.

“There is no need to obsessively do good deeds. Someday, when you stand in front of Orion-sama, you just need to be confident in front of him.”

At those words, most people bowed their heads or looked away from the saint.

It was natural that few people could be proud of that statement.

And all of a sudden, people felt the same shame in front of the saint that they would feel when recalling their mistakes in front of Lord Orion.

“Orion knows you even if you don’t have to say anything about your faith. He knows just by looking in your eyes. If you just look at him, he will recognize your heart within you.”

Most of them were at a loss for what to do with the decisive and definitive tone, as if they knew in detail how Orion looked down on humans.

Promoting the authority of Orion and asserting faith would be no different from the usual denomination, but strangely, the saint’s claim was lodged in their heads.

Only a few people have guessed the hidden reason.

The church presupposes that the other person has no faith and tries to teach it, but the saint presupposes that the other person has faith and tells them not to abandon that faith.

Needless to say which sounded better.

To think that he had chosen a horse for that purpose, the saint in front of him was a breathless idealist who rebuked himself for not saving the poor.

“So please pray together. Paying tribute to the souls of those who have been sacrificed is an easy and sure good deed that anyone here can do.”

After saying that, the saint quietly put his hands together and began to close his eyes.

The people who sat down following the saint in a typical posture of prayer began to follow the saint one by one in prayer posture.

After dying in the city’s indifference, perhaps because they had never received proper attention in their lives, many people’s sincere prayers of remembrance began to pour in to the poor, who would have been natural to not even receive proper commemoration.

If someone saw only this scene cut, it was a scene that made no sense to the point of cursing that it was too contrived.

Some aristocrats, even in the middle of their prayers, made amends to their thoughts about the saint.

Not human in many ways.