episode_0675

The chaos that broke out in a city was brought under control by the personal descent of the Lord’s apostle.

It only took half a day to get there.

Although the belated arrival of support from the home country and knights from other countries helped push back the front lines, the reason they came to the city was ultimately because they saw a chance of victory.

A city that was virtually doomed to destruction was saved by one of God’s apostles.

She was raised again by a miracle. The apostle of the Lord who finished the dungeon and came out looked around at the cheering people with an indifferent expression and shrugged his shoulders.

“I almost got lost because of this shitty dungeon. You guys are so incompetent. Don’t you feel ashamed?”

What came out of his small mouth were abusive words, but people cheered despite those abusive words.

The apostle of the Lord. The person named Lucy herself became a symbol of hope to them.

However, even amidst the cheers, the expressions on the faces of those who entered the dungeon with Lucy were not very good.

Lucy’s friends found out that she was more delicate than they thought.

I am a person who stands up over and over again to do what I have to do, but I still have wounds piling up inside my heart.

When pushing the front line, when recapturing the dungeon gate, and when conquering the dungeon.

Those who knew how impatient and desperate Lucy was still of the opinion that she was not genuinely smiling.

I just smiled to fulfill the wishes of those in front of me. I knew that inside I was rotting and decaying.

“Alren Youngae!”

“Apostle of the Lord!”

“Lucy Allen!”

“Lucy Allen!”

Joey thought he wanted to silence those who were screaming in front of him.

He wanted to shut the mouths of those who forced their feelings on him even though he didn’t care about other people’s feelings, and take Lucy back.

Even though I knew they didn’t mean anything bad to me. Even though I knew they were just so happy I didn’t know what to do. That’s what I thought.

“Stop it, you idiot.”

Frey had similar thoughts, but unlike Zoe, he actually tried to put them into practice.

If Arthur had not noticed him and stopped him in advance, Frey would have swung his sword without the slightest hesitation.

“But it’s annoying.”

“Stay patient. It will only cause trouble for Lucy Allen.”

“…tsk.”

Arthur’s current situation was not a pleasant one.

People only looked at the miracle and were not interested in what was beneath the miracle.

They cheered for the apostle of the Lord who would save the world, but they did not pay attention to the young girl who existed beneath him.

The damn king, who is now swimming in the darkness, crazy, once said this.

People only see what they want to see. So does that mean they want to see a hero who will save them?

“Everyone.”

A woman’s voice breaks through the cheers that seem unstoppable.

Those who had been screaming like crazy at the warm voice that saved people are now closing their mouths one by one and searching for the source of the voice.

“We know the joy of victory, but we still have a lot of work to do.”

The saint of the Church of the Lord opened her mouth confidently even amid the gazes of those who covered the earth.

“Everyone. It is not yet time to enjoy the joy of victory.”

People had no choice but to admit their own foolishness when they heard his voice, which seemed to be trying to sound calm but was filled with intense emotions.

The saint’s words were right.

Nothing was over yet.

They could not rest until all the tragedies that had occurred on this earth were resolved.

Because that’s what the living were supposed to do.

“Paybee! That was great!”

“As expected, the saint is different.”

“I wanted to cut it.”

“Please, be a normal human being.”

When the commotion died down and it was time for friends to talk amongst themselves, the others told Faby that she had done well.

They say thank you for doing what they want to do.

However, Lucy, as if she was obsessed with something, stared into space and then turned her gaze towards Faby.

And then he smiled faintly, just like he had done to the soldiers just a moment ago.

“You did a good job for a sloppy job.”

Her words were the compliment Pavie had been longing for, but Pavie wasn’t sure if they were sincere.

Pavie was familiar with this scene.

I lived with a terrible stench, a soggy floor, a gloomy atmosphere, and the sound of crying all the time.

Because her role as a saint was to give them hope.

The Pope said that it is the job of the priest to save those in despair, the evil that created her.

Fay, who was innocent and foolish, did not doubt that and willingly did hard work in the hope that everyone in the world would be happy.

Praying that God’s will will spread throughout the world and that everyone will be saved like him.

For that reason, everything else was fine.

People around Faby also said that it was right.

Even at the moment when he met the apostle of the evil god and began to doubt himself.

Even when I witnessed the miracles of God with my own eyes.

Even on the day he learned that his birth was full of lies.

I thought that if I could save others by sacrificing myself, I would gladly do so.

Then one day.

Fabio realized.

That the word sacrifice can be cruel.

When most people hear the idea of sacrificing oneself to save others, they would think that is noble.

However, if you are an acquaintance of the person who sacrificed ‘himself’, if you cherish that person so much, you would say this.

Why does it have to be you?

Why does it have to be you?

Is it really necessary for you to make this sacrifice?

Why not someone else?

Can’t you take a break for a bit?

continue.

continue.

I will keep asking.

Fabio also asked.

He asked Lucy’s back as she continued to move forward.

It was the same for other people.

I kept asking Lucy directly and indirectly.

Does it really have to be you?

Lucy’s answer to that was:

It has to be me.

Lucy wouldn’t know.

How cruel the word sacrifice is to those who love her.

And Lucy must not know.

How much I was tormenting others.

That’s not a problem that can be solved by faith alone.

Even if the ending is happy, if the process is painful, the surroundings are also painful. You feel the pain with your emotions, not your reason.

Nevertheless, the reason why the people around Lucy can’t stop her or get angry at her is because Lucy is kind.

Lucy is good.

He is a good person who was personally chosen by the Lord as an apostle and given the duty to save the world.

That’s why you would hesitate if you knew that your sacrifice was causing suffering to those around you.

Everyone knows this.

She knows that telling her that she’s in pain only adds to her burden.

So, tell her you believe her, push her back, and try to do the best you can.

If she wants to move forward, at least share in her suffering.

Pavie was like that too.

I did my best for Lucy.

I was willing to do anything to lighten her load even a little.

But if that behavior just added to her burden, added to the things she had to worry about.

I am.

When she came to, Faby was back in her room.

I couldn’t even remember if I had behaved properly today.

However, it seemed like she was acting as usual since no one around her seemed to be worried about her.

I guess it helped that I trained myself to act like a saint no matter what.

Faby, looking at her trembling hands, stopped trying to bring them together as usual.

Am I worthy to be prayed for?

Is it okay for me to pray to the Lord, when I have repeatedly committed excessive acts with the presumptuous intention of helping His apostles and have caused trouble to Him?

How could someone like me, who sacrificed countless people and even brought sorrow to Yeong-ae, not to mention saving everyone?

no.

This is the time we need to get things under control.

To correct my mistake and to not cause any more trouble to Young-ae, I will do what I can.

dripping.

Faby, whose shoulders trembled at the knock on the door, absentmindedly looked at herself in the mirror.

The sight of her, dripping with cold sweat, her sweaty hair sticking to her cheek, breathing heavily, and opening her eyes, was something that should never be shown to others.

So, just as she was about to say that she wanted to rest, Faby felt the divine presence of the Lord outside the door.

The light that saved her. The warmth of the person who saved her.

“A sloppy woman.”

So, Faby couldn’t answer.

I couldn’t open my mouth because I doubted whether I was qualified to answer. I remained silent and hoped Lucy would go away.

bang!

“Going in. Idiot.”

And as usual, Lucy took it upon herself to grant Faby what she had been wishing for deep down in her heart.

“Young-ae.”

“If it’s hard, say it’s hard.”

“…Huh?”

“I don’t know what idiots like you think. Of course it is. Why should I know what lowly idiots like you think?”

If you don’t tell me, I don’t know how hard it is.

“That’s it.”

“So tell me. I want to laugh at the guy who is talking nonsense directly.”

So tell me what’s tough for you so I can help you.

“…Do I deserve that?”

“Since there’s no more, I have to talk more. You can laugh a lot. You piece of shit.”

Because suffering is something we have to share.

“But I, I’m a nuisance to Young-ae.”

“That’s how all the idiots are. That’s why it’s so much fun. You can tease them a lot.”

And then you can laugh.

“All.”

“And this way, even if I harass you, you won’t be able to say anything?”

Because I can repay you for sharing my burden.

Lucy came up to Faby, who was shedding tears after understanding what Lucy meant, and smiled as she grabbed her cheeks as usual.

“That’s why you’re like this because you’re talking to a sloppy pig named Fabi. You idiot.”

“…Uh. Hey. Young-ae? What did you say just now?”

Lucy smiled lightly at Faby, who was so surprised that she had stopped crying, and continued speaking while looking behind her.

“I can’t help but like and be obsessed with you because you’re so cute. Look around you.”

“Please don’t say such things to the saintess. I am incompetent and unreliable, so how could I do such things?”

Bishop John was there.

“Saint, would you allow me to share your burden?”