episode_0207

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Although he didn’t say anything, the saint was embarrassed.

The evidence was his eyes that fluctuated mercilessly.

“Why are you doing that? Did you think the sword would shine?”

The Pope looked at the saint and laughed.

The saint looked at his sword and his hand in disbelief.

“Crime of impersonating a saint.”

Is that really the Pope with a nice smile?

The saint’s tone, full of arrogance and ridicule, was pulled out of the sea of thought like a fish caught on a hook.

“You were embarrassed.”

The Pope’s face was clearly looking down at him, and he soon changed his expression, but it was like repairing a barn after a cow has been lost.

The saint instinctively held the knife tightly.

“There is no way to protect myself?”

The Pope spoke leisurely, holding the saint’s right hand tightly.

“If you don’t believe it, you can test it. I think I took some pride in my fighting skills, so it’s okay to test it out.”

“You thought you couldn’t do it?”

The saint just growled. This is because I could feel some confidence in the Pope’s eyes.

He intended to throw the knife in his hand at the Pope. But before he could carry out that action, it seemed as if a strong murderous force was grabbing him by the back of his head from somewhere.

‘There is someone.’

An opponent whom one cannot easily guarantee victory or defeat even with the body of a disciple of the Heavenly Demon.

The saint recalled the leader of the Holy Knights, who boasted a thick body.

“I like that expression a little better now. What can I say… humane?”

The Pope said as he poured wine into his own glass. A red drink sloshed into the glass.

The old water monster happily admired the small waves of the sea.

“Wouldn’t it be like showing that the religious order is so incompetent that it can’t even distinguish between saints and impersonators?”

The saint who returned to his original face spoke.

It was an attack armed with its own logic, but to the old Pope it seemed duller than the wooden knives children use to play soldiers.

“Okay. How about something like this? “After visiting Madini Village, the saint became strange. ” Or something?”

“What?”

“You could explain that he was a saint before, but there was an incident in Madini Village, and at that time, an evil demon imitated the saint’s body.”

“Who would believe that a saint was attacked by an evil devil?”

“The end of some saints was also like that. They sacrificed themselves to defeat demons or pagans. Is it any different to be a saint? Moreover, if it is a saint who is not properly described in the Bible, it would be even better to make up words.”

“Do you think people will believe it that easily?”

The saint spoke, and the Pope laughed.

He chuckled and raised his glass. Even as he passed the wine, his eyes were focused on the saint.

“There is no need to convince people. All you have to do is have the power to believe.”

Tuk. He teaches while casually putting the glass down on the table.

He waggled his finger and pointed blasphemously at the saint.

“The saint’s whereabouts are unknown. He may have been imprisoned somewhere, or he may have already disappeared.”

“What is important is that we caught the devil who harmed the Holy Son.”

The Pope slowly stood up. Every time he took a step, the saint’s heart vibrated.

The old man stood behind the young saint. He raised both his hands and tapped the saint’s shoulder.

As if to cheer me up.

“Even if people don’t believe it… If I am a saint, you are committing a big sin.”

As if the saint was struggling, he took out his final card and strongly squeezed the Pope’s saint’s shoulder.

He slowly bent down and placed his face next to the saint’s ear.

“If he were a true saint… he wouldn’t have been surprised when the sword stopped shining, right?”

And I whispered in a very low voice.

“What?”

As if he had been stabbed in the vital spot, the saint froze.

“Actually, that sword is a counterfeit. It only imitates the appearance of the holy relic. Even if a real saint comes, he won’t be able to make that sword shine.”

“What matters is your reaction of surprise when the sword stopped glowing. A true saint would have doubted the sword. Because he must have been confident that he was a saint.”

“A fallen neck was attached? well. Human memory is highly distorted and tends to be exaggerated. Besides, didn’t you fake a miracle using a glowing candle before you were arrested by the Inquisitors? I think they may have used a similar type of trick. Did you use a double for the execution, or were you a double for the person who was executed?”

It doesn’t matter what happens. The Pope added:

“In the first place, there is no way a person who does not know the contents and doctrines of the Bible can be a saint, right? Did you think I wouldn’t know?”

The saint’s shoulders became increasingly heavy.

The face of the Pope that was attached to my ear moves away. The Pope tapped the saint on the shoulder a couple of times as if to conclude.

The Pope headed out of the restaurant.

“Are you not afraid of God?”

The saint, who had been listening blankly to his steps as he walked away, spoke with an evil look on his face.

At those words, the Pope turned around with a bewildered expression on his face.

“There is no God. ‘Saint’.”

“If you want to save your life, act as you have always done. As a saint who is benevolent and kind to everyone.”

“Do you think I’m afraid of dying?”

“Then how about something like this? If you keep acting outside of my expectations, I will cut off the heads of your attendants.”

“…….”

The saint fell silent at the Pope’s words.

The Pope grinned at the thought of having stabbed him where it hurt the most.

“So please behave well.”

The Pope turned again and headed out of the restaurant.

“This is a warning from the Pope.”

With a polite greeting, the Pope left the restaurant.

The saint could not leave the table for a while and just stared at his knees.

“Fuck….”

A low muttering mixed with resentment represented his state of mind.

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1 month.

The saint faithfully carried out his schedule.

He even had meals with nobles and carried out relief work without a single complaint.

He always treated people with a kind face and helped them with infinite kindness.

Everyone praised the saint and said that he was a gift from God.

However, the more it happened, the more the saint’s face hardened behind the mask, and the worries of Maria, who was watching from the side, deepened.

Since the saint had changed after being caught masturbating, Mary thought she was responsible.

She prayed every night, repenting of her sins, and prayed that the saint’s mood would return to normal as soon as possible.

Something has come that will cause a wave in the daily routine that has become so entrenched.

It is said that an errand boy brought news from Antonio’s family.