Surviving as a Saint in Another World

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After being harassed for a long time by the knight commander who suddenly started giving a long speech about my position without receiving an apology, I joined the princess and told the knight captain the information I had heard.

“I also recognized Seongja while he was in class.”

It is said that priests of different races rushed in without a proper response, giving up some of their privileges and getting their course application stamped one by one under the pretext that they would also learn human culture.

The princess said that there would be no problem as long as the academy approved it.

Hasty administration, course corruption. Is it okay as it is?

“Deputy Dean Claire said she was sorry for not letting you know sooner.”

It seems that the vice-president also tried his best. I’m sorry for doubting you.

Eventually, like a cow being led to a slaughterhouse, I was guided to the landscaping class where the elf princess was waiting.

As he was being dragged in, he thought about it, but he didn’t know anything about the elven princess, so he couldn’t come up with a specific countermeasure.

If it was initially scheduled, it would be my healing time…

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Landscaping class is quite a strange culture from my point of view, so unlike other subjects, it was a subject that I applied for with half calculation and half interest.

“After this class, it’s lunch time. Cheer up a little more.”

The princess said that, perhaps because she accepted my lack of energy as exhaustion. I’m hungry after hearing it.

We’ve come this far, but can we do anything?

With that thought in mind, I opened the classroom’s sliding door with a little force.

drooling.

“Nice to meet you, Saint Ronan. This is the first time I’ve officially greeted you.”

drooling.

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“…Iris-sama is a very unique person.”

The princess was just looking at the classroom door with a subtle expression, as if she couldn’t bear to deny it.

Are you a ghost? Are you going to kill me with a heart attack? Why the hell are you standing in front of the door as soon as I open it?

As soon as I closed the door, I began to feel the force on the other side of the door trying to open it.

Why is this princess so strong…!

I did my best to hold on to the doorknob, but in the end I couldn’t win and the door opened slowly.

“Why didn’t you come in?”

I closed it because I was scared because of you! What the hell are you doing?

Couldn’t you have been in front of the door until I came to class? Please say no.

“Oh, does Princess Azalea also take landscaping classes?”

“Unfortunately, no. I am only accompanying the saint as an escort knight.”

“You are on an honorable mission.”

After a brief chat with the princess, the princess looked at me again and then looked at the back of my hand.

“Will you give me a chance to kiss the stigma?”

“Gladly.”

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Looking at the back of my hand, I expected that to be the case, so I agreed with a light heart.

However, as soon as he said those words, he quickly stopped them when he saw the princess’ movement to get down on one knee.

“Why is that?”

suddenly? Here? You’re going to kneel down and kiss me? Don’t you see those students behind you?

Without saying a word, I brought the back of my right hand up to the princess’s mouth.

“Don’t take that rudeness. I’m not worthy of such greetings.”

Before you were a priest, you were the princess of the elven kingdom. That said, if rumors spread that you knelt down and kissed the hand of a princess from another country whose next throne was appointed, my dream of being friendly with commoners would be shattered.

In fact, it looks like it’s already half broken.

“…You’re different, too.”

The princess looked at me with the eyes of a mysterious creature, carefully cupped my hands with both hands, and kissed my stigma.

The princess, who opened her mouth, slightly pulled my hand instead of letting go.

“Come in. It’s rude to keep a saint standing for so long.”

“I’ll see you after class.”

This time, he was seen off by the princess and sat in the classroom with the princess.

Guided by the princess, I thoughtlessly sat down and saw that I was slightly ahead of the center of the classroom.

To put it simply, it was the place where everyone’s attention was focused the most, except for the front row in the center of the classroom.

The students sitting around me were trying to look out of the classroom with expressions of suffocation.

Seeing that scene makes me feel short of breath.

Who the hell benefits from this placement?

“Is Saint Ronan taking this course because he is really interested in nature?”

In the meantime, the princess who sat next to me naturally spoke as if this atmosphere was not at all burdensome.

“I’m not interested in something great enough to give it the grand name of nature. It’s just that the flowers that decorate the gods are beautiful.”

This subject of landscaping, which I am now in, was a subject to learn knowledge related to gardening and flowers.

In this era, jewels and magic tools that are valuable as gifts are too expensive for ordinary people to even look at.

At least clothes that are considered daily necessities and equipment such as plows are expensive.

Excluding all such expensive items, the most common gift is flowers.

When I say the business that sells flowers I know, prostitution comes to mind, but flowers are used in so many ways.

It is natural to go around as the most common gift among people, and flowers are sprinkled at various events such as triumphal ceremonies and parades. Flowers are widely used across all walks of life to the extent that landscape architects who manage gardens or gardens are recognized as official jobs.

It was common for commoners to grow flowers that were close to wild grass at home because they were used in so many places that it was difficult to buy beautiful flowers every time.

In other words, this subject should have become an aromatherapy class that heals while smelling the scent of flowers, even though it is part of a livelihood…!

I glanced at the princess.

It’s such an open burden here!

In the meantime, the princess was quite happy but depressed as to whether she liked what I said.

why again

“You speak similarly to my mother.”

If you are the mother of a princess…a queen and a saint.

How could such a great person say such a useless thing?

“Nature is, after all, only a part of God, so don’t be buried in it. Ariel is pleased with even a single wild plant dedicated to her. That’s what he said.”

….Similar…is it?

No matter how you look at it, it seems to have a completely different intention than what I said.

I don’t know either. If you think that I have values similar to other saints, it’s good for me.

Instead of replying with clear words, I responded with a faint smile.

In most cases, if you just smile quietly, half of it will go away.

“I’m glad that Ronan Saint will be a good fit for me. Personally, I’m very interested in Saint.”

“I’m not a great person enough for Iris-sama to pay attention to me.”

If it wasn’t for the princess, I would have been happy inside. Thinking about that, I hit the iron wall, and the princess came up with an absurd story.

“Isn’t it really tiring to live a life prepared for a saint?”

huh?

“Ariel-sama must have thought of everything and chose this method, but there is no race other than the elves that have reserved the place of saints. There was no one to share this loneliness with…”

uh…

“It looks like it now.”

I realized what misunderstanding this princess was doing.

When you think of meeting someone for the first time who is in a similar situation to yourself, you can feel a sense of kinship.

But maybe my situation is completely different from that of the princess?

“The pressure of having to live up to everyone’s expectations every day.”

Is it the pressure of being brainwashed if you don’t live up to the expectations of those around you like a doll?

“The pressure of being in a position where I have to endlessly prove that I am fit for the position of a saint.”

Have you ever felt the physical pressure of someone trying to strangle you because they don’t like your existence in the process of proving it?

“On top of that, as a princess, on days when I even meet outsiders, I’m suffocating.”

Have you ever experienced that outsider coming with the intention of assassinating you?

“Ronan-sama is a probationary saint. How is it?”

After all, all of these things happened because of the dubious position of apprentice saint because of this half-dog half stigmata.

This b… No, this princess. Are you quarreling with me right now? Or are you cheating?

The most annoying thing is that the question shows that it is based on goodwill toward me, so there is no doubt about the intention.

Well, there’s no world where elves use advanced roundabout speech. It’s against the rules to do so.

What’s more, the princess in front of me gave off an aura similar to the ideal saint I was playing.

Roughly benevolent, sacred, pure… such an atmosphere that uses all the good words.

I’m 180 degrees different from the outside, but I’m not this princess.

How could such a person dare to say something with hidden intentions?

Commander of the Knights, you have been arguing for a long time that even saints are not human beings, but I don’t think you are an elf saint?

Isn’t the dwarven saint just a bit unusual?

drooling.

“Everyone. Hello everyone. I’m a little late. Big. I’ll start class right away.”

While my thoughts wandered for a while, the professor opened the door and entered, showing signs of starting the class like that.

He wanted to talk to the princess a bit more, but seeing the professor’s drawn face quickly diminished his thoughts.

No matter how much I am, I’m not a bad guy enough to ignore the professor who rushes in with stomach medicine and sedatives and make a noise.

I’m sorry, professor. I’ll give you a spell.

“Aren’t you going to answer me?”

Even though the professor came in, the princess persistently urged an answer.

You mean you can’t see that professor’s distorted face in the eyes of the princess?

“Iris-sama. The professor has come in. Shall we do Saddam after class?”

“…does it matter?”

Seeing the princess ask such a question as if she was really curious, I sighed inwardly.

To be honest, I don’t think anyone would say anything about the princess and the apprentice saint chatting in class, but I don’t really want to talk about this topic any more.

In the first place, if I say that I’m not the kind of person who can feel the kind of kinship you think, the bottom line is revealed.

But I can’t say that straight away.

“Iris-sama is the princess of the elves, and she’s going to become a saint… but here she’s just a student.”

He preaches a very fundamental theory that if you come to class, you are a student.

“And chatting in class is forbidden.”

I didn’t forget to bring my index finger to my lips to signify silence.

It was absurd to see the princess look at me with a shocked face.

Is it such a shocking story to ask you to listen properly in class?

I really can’t get used to this guy’s class consciousness.

interlude – princess

“Iris. You will one day succeed me as the queen and saint of the elves.”

For Iris, the world was a gigantic stage on which roles were assigned from birth.

Since she was born with the role of becoming the next queen and saint, she had to be able to live up to it.

“Someday you’ll have to lead them all.”

If an actor does not meet the expectations of the audience and the director, he will fall off this huge stage.

I thought I had done pretty well so far.

Both as a princess and as a priest.

But sometimes, I thought that it would have been a little better if Ariel hadn’t decided to appoint the next saint and the queen as the queen’s first children, and if she had stigmatized through the standards of the gods like other races.

If you have enough intelligence to be aware of yourself and recognize others, you cannot live alone.

Anyone who looked on this wide stage saw a group of actors who looked alike.

Among them, he was alone.

Although he had his own mother and queen who went through this process, there were times when he felt that a saint was better. At least, a saint is not alone in the world.

Until he becomes a saint, he will be alone on this stage.

Whenever I had such thoughts, I was tormented by the thoughts of blasphemy that I should never have.

“It’s urgent! A saint from the Orion Church…!”

In the meantime, the news of the Orion Church was really hard to believe.

Apprentice saint. A position that has never been born in any race in the long history so far.

I was intrigued. As soon as I heard it, I intuitively felt that he was the only person who would understand me on this wide stage.

“This is not a situation that can be ignored. Aren’t you the owner of a stigma you’ve never seen before?”

“Mother… No, Her Majesty the Queen. Did Ariel say a word? It’s not normal for her to be silent.”

When the offer from the empire reached him, he raised his voice and volunteered to go.

It was the first time since I was born that I had pushed forward with my own will rather than duty.

When I reached the academy and all races gathered, I saw the apprentice saint for the first time.

The sight of him sitting with his eyes down and a faint smile gave off a strange atmosphere despite his young age.

How much effort did you have to make to look like that at such a young age?

Iris felt a sense of kinship with her husband.

Even though he has the highest position here, his quiet appearance forced him to speak confidently.

No matter how much a probationary saint was, it would be burdensome to step out of a situation like this without any experience and having received the stigma not long ago, so it was Iris’s own consideration.

However, there was a minor problem in the middle.

The dwarves and beastmen began to dispute the imperial family’s rejection of faith, and finally, did not they trip over the probationary saint?

How could that be the fault of the probationary saint?

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When Gorg began to threaten the apprentice saint, Iris gritted her teeth involuntarily.

Yeah, it’s always like this.

Even if you don’t want to, those around you are the next saint and the next queen, so they talk about the coat of arms they’ve been wearing since birth and demand appropriate qualifications.

Without even considering the party who was asked for outrageous qualifications.

Even if he is a saint, he is still a child with no experience. The moment he was about to step out, the probationary saint opened his mouth.

“Does Gorg-sama doubt Kalyul-sama’s love?”

It was shocking.

What were you doing at that age?

“Ariel, please tell me…”

It seems that he was frantically trying to meet the expectations of others, and at night he was praying to Ariel that tomorrow would pass without incident.

When I made a mistake and was reprimanded by my mother, I secretly shed tears.

Of course, there is no such thing as myself now.

I lived my life acting as an ideal figure until I was told by most people that I was the next saintess and the next queen.

But… is such acting possible at such a young age?

It would be hard to come to your senses just by threatening others, but is it really possible to talk about God’s love while killing yourself with a mace?

Because he’s an apprentice saint? Then what about himself?

Iris began to think that perhaps the apprentice saint might be completely different from the person she had envisioned.

The question culminated during the welcome ceremony.

In the eyes of the princess, the heterogeneity of the probationary saint caught at a glance.

Just look at the apprentice cadets sitting behind the apprentice saint.

That’s an ordinary human child. No, it’s what people of all ages and races have in common.

It is normal to cringe when people who have unreasonable expectations of themselves flock to you.

It is normal for the shell to crack when an impact is applied. The leaders of the Orion Church were also very intimidated.

He deliberately intended such a situation. As if he had performed a miracle that could not be matched, he prepared and performed holy magic.

It was because I wanted to see the real face of a probationary saint who couldn’t wrap himself in a shell to show off in a state where he was not protected by the Orion Church.

“Faith is not as complicated or grand as you think.”

And the probationary saint climbed onto the podium alone and resolved the situation.

It was surprising enough to show off that level of holy magic at such a young age, but the saint’s words touched my heart more than holy magic.

The inner voice that whispers in your heart not to give up is the teaching of God?

At that word, through the feathers, his body became warm and he felt himself moved.

Because he had been living his life asking himself to do a little more strength. It felt like being acknowledged by God that you weren’t wrong.

Maybe that overly ideal figure was not a decoration, but a real figure, Iris admitted deep in her heart.

When he found out about the subjects the apprentice saint would take, he told the priests of different races and incited them.

They were also fully aware of the heterogeneity of apprentice saints.

It would not be easy for the academy to refuse if all three tribes of priests requested to take classes, even if it was only the elves.

It was easier than I thought, and I was able to create a point of contact with the probationary saint.

And finally, the meeting with the probationary saint.

Hearing the apprentice saint’s voice outside the classroom, I was so full of anticipation that I went to the door to meet him.

The first meeting in a place so close that you can feel each other’s breath.

Iris was embarrassed inside.

The apprentice saint there was different from the way he calmly preached his opinions in the meeting room or on the podium in the large auditorium.

I just felt like I was facing a docile and obedient child.

A superman who is calm and calm under any circumstances, neither shaken nor broken, nor feeling personal feelings, only thinking of God’s will.

The image of the apprentice saint shook again in Iris’s head.

Doubts arose again.

I threw a bait to see what emotions they reacted to.

“Will you give me a chance to kiss the stigma?”

First of all, he bowed down and entered under the pretext of etiquette for saints.

Iris was able to objectively judge and utilize her own value.

It was hard for anyone not to feel anything when the elven princess knelt down and kissed him.

“Don’t take that rudeness. I’m not worthy of such greetings.”

However, the apprentice saint was genuinely burdened.

Even though the princess of the empire was acting as an escort knight.

Is it just a small bowl?

Even though I thought it was a ridiculous assumption, I came up with a question to confirm it.

I asked why he was taking this course. No matter how you look at it, there was no reason for him to voluntarily take this course.

“Is Saint Ronan taking this course because he is really interested in nature?”

It was to ask whether I chose this subject because I did not want to come in contact with people who came into contact with expectations and desires at will.

The answer to that was really beyond imagination.

“Just because the flowers that decorate the gods were beautiful.”

He said that flowers that anyone could bring to worship were more beautiful than all the jewels and expensive offerings offered to God.

“Iris. All the offerings dedicated to Ariel exist through the mercy of God, so how could they be of great value? But Ariel-sama only sees that sincerity favorably.”

It was a story that resonated with a story my mother once told me.

The bowl is small? Iris decided to admit that deep down she wanted the probationary saint to be an ordinary person like herself. The small bowl was herself.

In the sense of confessing, Iris eventually revealed everything.

How the hell did he endure the pressure, the loneliness, the pressure? How the hell did he maintain such a calm expression?

The apprentice saint was silent for a while.

And in the meantime, the professor came in.

The saint stopped talking to himself to attend class.

…Why? Iris, who became desperate, urged the saint to answer.

Then the probationary saint said.

“Iris-sama is the princess of the elves, and she’s going to become a saint… but here she’s just a student.”

There are dozens of things to refute.

She was always the princess of the elves and the next saint.

Even if you come into this class and take classes, the essence has not changed.

In the first place, this class meant nothing to him.

“And chatting in class is forbidden.”

If you wanted to, you could suspend this class right away. If the class doesn’t go on, there’s no excuse for banning small talk.

He had the power to make that possible. And that power was his right and duty, and it was a yoke he could never take off.

Those thoughts lingered in my mouth and quietly disappeared.

The saint in front of me also had that right.

The words spoken by the saint were not direct answers to his own questions, but rather overflowing.

I did not feel the weight of the yoke I had never taken off in my life.

A sense of security spread throughout my body that I did not have to exercise any duties or rights in this classroom, next to the saint.

Finally, Iris admitted complete defeat.

This saint was a real saint who would be disrespectful to compare with gold plating like himself.