Surviving as a Saint in Another World

Self (3)

I really want to cry.

I want to go to the god who reincarnated me and ask for a refund. No matter how you look at it, this is a fake product.

The fact that I was the target of Princess Azalea’s murderous intent became clear from the moment they made contact.

The flames of murderous intent that never ceases to tremble even though they are in conflict.

Whether he was even trying to slaughter me or if he was aiming for murder, he was trying to give me formal saintly treatment, so I sent a rescue signal with my eyes to the cardinal who was accompanying me, and the murderous intent in my heart sharpened.

After kissing the stigmata, his murderous intent exploded to the level of an idiot fanatic.

Even in the middle of it, the cardinal left me and ran away.

Did you run away leaving the evil force trying to kill the saint just the two of you with the saint? It’s really sh*t.

In the end, as always, I had to overcome this difficulty alone.

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Let’s think about it first, why would this princess want to kill me?

Actually it’s too simple.

If the relationship between the imperial family and the church is not good, of course they want to get rid of the saint who can inflate the church’s prestige.

It’s not widely known to the public yet, especially when it’s time to see the liver in the church.

What I’m wondering is if I can actually get rid of it just because I want to get rid of it.

No matter how much the imperial family was, it would be impossible to shut up after taking a picture of the saint.

Could it be that my stigmata is half of it again?

If you’re going to give it to me, I’ll give it to you with a proper stigma.

Because of the title of ‘the other half of him’, it seems that the level of difficulty has skyrocketed.

In fact, I didn’t have the energy to even think about it.

Because the princess and I, who had already decided to kill me, were facing each other in the room.

I’d rather be locked up in a cage with a lion, I think the odds of survival are higher.

Even now, if I infuse magical power into the magic tool disguised as that bracelet and try to slash my neck with the blade, I don’t know if it will respond.

To make matters worse, the man escorting the princess was the leader of the Changyeon Knights, someone who looked great.

I spoke first because I was afraid of the princess who had kept her mouth shut.

If I didn’t open up a conversation somehow, I felt like my throat would fly off due to the question and answer dance.

Fortunately, the princess started asking me some questions.

I was answering steadily to make a good impression as much as possible, but somehow the direction was developing towards difficult questions to answer.

Isn’t the real car also looking for murder, princess?

There was no way those suspicious cardinals would have really let me and the princess alone.

There are several eavesdropping devices disguised as holy relics lying in this room right now.

If I ask such a question, the princess who went after asking the question might be fine, but I will die. To be precise, my brain is cleansed.

I wondered if she really didn’t know, so when I hinted at it, the princess stiffened as if she hadn’t expected it.

Huh? Really? You really didn’t know?

How can you not doubt something so basic?

No, let’s not keep worrying about useless things.

With just that act alone, the princess’ murderous intentions noticeably decreased. Let’s focus on this right now.

When I handed the cold tea to the princess, who was more foolish than I thought, drinking cold water and coming to my senses, she drank tea quietly and looked at me with confused eyes.

Okay. At least this princess is not an idiot like Telos, nor is she a dumb fanatic.

I might change my mind if I could just let them know that I’m not a toy of the church.

Having made up our mind, the princess and I began a full-fledged conversation in writing.

* * *

[Write down what you want to say here. Please finish the question you were trying to ask.]

“Can I finish the question you were about to ask?”

[Does the saint know the true nature of the church?]

“Do you truly believe that the church is only good?”

[If you say you know, what are you doing? All I know is that most of the high-ranking members of the church are more interested in their own safety than Orion-sama’s teachings.]

“Of course. Can the church that spreads Orion’s teachings not be good?”

[How on earth do you know that and look fine? That church… …Are you one of them?]

“The world isn’t as full of light as the saint thinks. Even if it’s a church.”

[Are you talking about brainwashing? I was afraid of that, so I became a docile saint. But if I agreed with them, I don’t think I would be having a conversation like this now.]

“There may be some people who misunderstand Orion’s teachings. But how could the whole church be wrong?”

It was a strange sight.

While Ronan and Azalea were having a conversation between a saint who had firm faith in the church and a princess trying to conciliate such a saint somehow, they were simultaneously having a completely different conversation using the halo of light on the table.

The more they chatted, the more certainty grew in Azalea’s head.

This saint is different. He is definitely different. At least, he is different from the puppets of the church that have been recorded so far. Isn’t he acting devoutly while hiding it even after noticing the corruption of the church?

And acting out devout meant that he wasn’t devout in reality.

[Does the saint have no faith?]

[That’s not it. If there is only one thing I believe in in this world, it is belief in God.]

[But you’re saying it’s not a church? Are you smart enough to see what they really are? Or did Orion tell you? Weed out the corrupt?]

[Not even that. I’m not a great person. Let’s just say I was a little precocious. If everyone believed and followed the ideal teachings, the world would have already become a paradise.]

The writing conversation between Ronan and Azalea stopped for a moment.

Azalea’s upbringing, which intensified without my knowledge, was also stopped at the same time.

There was silence for a moment, and Azalea looked at the saint with new eyes.

The mysterious impression was still there.

The robe that still covered the body excessively looked stuffy, and even with such clothes, the beauty that did not shed a single drop of sweat was beautiful, and the upright figure was still noble.

Only the emotions in those eyes felt different.

The two eyes that seemed to have given up all the lingering lingering feelings of the world. Even so, the faint smile to be considerate of the other person seemed more sorrowful.

The saint’s writing to bring back Azalea, who was lost in thought, was sudden.

[Are you still trying to kill me?]

It was shocking at the same time.

All Azalea did was bit her lip and clenched her hands to keep from making a sound.

The absurd assumption passed earlier was correct. This saint could read thoughts.

[Can you read thoughts?]

All Azalea did was avoid answering questions, answering questions with trembling hands.

[I’m not that detailed. I just vaguely feel the emotions I have inside like colors. Things like murderous intent, malice, hatred, and resentment.]

The emotions Ronan wrote down became a dagger and stimulated Azalea.

What does it feel like? To look at someone who has the intent to kill you for a long time with a smile on your face. Walking on thin ice every day to survive among monsters who only want to use you to eat you.

Azalea suddenly knew that to Ronan, she and the cardinals of the Order would feel no different. And that there really wasn’t much of a difference.

[If you’re going to kill me, please don’t get sick.]

[Did you not want to die?]

[That’s a lot harder than I thought. Can I ask for one please?]

[Tell me.]

Azalea gasped for breath as she weighed the weight of those words. Ronan was preparing for death now, so it was virtually no different from a will.

[Could you monitor the Church educating its children? There are too many broken buds that can’t bloom.]

Azalea stared at the writing Ronan was writing and closed her eyes.

How can the imperial family, who are more sensitive to the movement of the cult than anyone else, not know about the atrocities of the cult?

However, the moment they touched it, they had to start another bloody war with the church, so they were just pretending not to know, saying that it was the last resort to strangle the church.

[Why doesn’t the saint try to heal?]

[You know it’s impossible.]

Even as Azalea, she fully understood that her words were close to being forced.

Even the imperial family, which has powerful imperial authority, is hard to change because of the evil laws and absurdities wrapped in customs.

What on earth can a young saint, branded as half-half, do in the middle of the church in a yard where even the imperial family cannot be hastily touched?

Azalea already knew why she was making such an outrageous statement, but she thought endlessly of her father’s, the emperor’s request.

After thinking about it for a long time, Azalea wrote carefully.

[Ronan Saint. Can you promise me that if the imperial family keeps the religious order in check and guarantees the saint’s safety, even then, I won’t forget this feeling?]

Even if it was forced, I would have done it if the saint was alive.

The name of the saint I hadn’t bothered to call because I was the one to kill with my own hands caught my eye.

This saint was too precious to be killed by his own sword or used as an expendable item for the church.

* * *

f*ck Yes! This is it!

When I finally succeeded in convincing the princess, I cheered like crazy in my heart. It was really hard.

First of all, endlessly through writing

‘I’m not from the church. It’s real. I’m just on Orion’s side. I cosplayed because the church was harassing me.’

As I appealed, the princess’ murderous intent toward me gradually subsided.

It was decisive that he distracted his mind by mentioning the princess’s murderous intent, deciding that it was a worthy enough move now that his murderous intent had subsided.

First of all, it reveals that I can read emotions and reveals the competence of my cheat ability.

You can find out what other people are thinking, but can there be a politician or a person who is not interested in this?

In the meantime, I mix in emotions that emphasize that I have lived such a hard life, and then lie down on my stomach in a noble way, creating a mournful and spleen atmosphere.

In the first place, if the princess still had the heart to kill me, she wouldn’t have told me to kill me. Since the heart to kill was almost gone, she killed me to put out the remaining fire.

To that end, I add a story about the apprentices.

Children being brainwashed and dying in the church?

To be honest, how long would it have been if I had stayed here awake?

There were no cases of apprentices dying or brainwashing that I had witnessed in the past few days.

It’s just that I, Ronan, almost died and almost got brainwashed, so I took a rough picture. It’s because I think this dead cult would actually do it often.

If a boy in front of death is worried about other children rather than his own safety, and he has no sympathy, is that a psychopath?

The princess was not a psychopath, but a great person. You will be a good person. lol.

In my head, I was already rubbing my palms and flattering myself, but I worked hard to show a surprised look as if I hadn’t expected it at all.

[Did you not expect this while reading emotions?]

[It’s still an immature body, so there are restrictions on using it. Are you really okay? Don’t worry about me.]

Now that I have decided to embrace you, I wrap it up with the ability to properly deal with the limit of my ability, which is a natural concern.

Out of politeness, I ask if it’s really okay to make such a decision.

Since the princess has already made up her mind, bouncing around like this is charming.

[I was just making a rational decision. It seems that having Saint Ronan alive will be more helpful in containing the church.]

Ah yes yes. It is the natural order of modern society that when something comes, something goes. How can I forget this grace?

[Thank you.]

The longer you extend the words of gratitude, the less it seems. Especially if you hold on to all the weight that you currently have, like me.

After such a brief conversation, I approached the princess and held her hand because something caught my eye.

“Saint, what…”

No matter how worried I was, I took out a necklace from the neck of the princess’s neck to make it look like there was something on the princess’s both hands, which were scarred with fingernail marks, and healed naturally, and the princess just looked at me with her mouth shut.

My little sincerity for a successful partnership relationship.

Oh, the wound on the lips too.

I stretched out my pinky finger and lightly touched the corner of my wounded mouth to heal it, then stepped back to see the princess with wide eyes looking at me.

Contrary to my expectation that it would be a little embarrassing, he couldn’t take his eyes off my neck with a serious look. Why is that?

Oh, did you see the scar on your neck when you took out the necklace?

Write it down… Lastly, I wanted to show off my human side with a boyish playfulness still remaining.

After finishing my business, I rearranged my clothes and walked towards the door ahead of the princess.

If you look at the wiretapping alone, it will end with the saint leaving the seat, deciding that there is nothing more to talk about in the middle of the catastrophe without finding a point of agreement with each other.

Wow, what a perfect ending.

Even if I think about this one, I think I’m a bit great?

As soon as I opened the door with a refreshing feeling after a long time, all the eyes of all the people waiting in front of the door were fixed on me.

ah.

In the meantime, it was scary to see the imperial family’s Changyeon Knights Commander looking at me as if he were going to kill me.

Princess! Don’t be idly by, help me quickly! I think this person will stab me at any moment!