episode_0045

I let out a dull sigh. The saint and I had a moment of silence.

Because I was at a loss for words, and the saint… I don’t know because I can’t see the expression of the saint on the other side of the rosary.

However, I cannot waste this time like this. Because, as the saint said, it is precious time. Only 20 minutes of the saint’s day are given to ‘freedom of conversation’.

It is not right to remain silent even though you know that. As long as you know the saint’s circumstances.

“Saint.”

[yes.]

“I want to ask you something.”

[Please speak.]

The saint answered in a calm voice. Who would think that that voice is actually the sound uttered while enduring the terrible pain of having one’s wrist impaled on a spike?

She is truly a very considerate woman. I call such people ‘hogu’, but the word ‘hugu’ does not suit a saint.

Hogu refers to a stupid asshole. Therefore, the saint is not a nobleman. Because the saint is wiser than anyone else.

“… What do you call a person who does good for nothing?”

[Are you referring to the act of practicing goodness for which there is no reward?]

“Yes, someone who does good deeds from the heart, without seeking money, power, or prestige. What should I call it?”

[Is there anything special in nothing? They are just people who hope that a little wind of hope will blow in the world.]

“So, that… .”

[There are people who commit evil without consequences, right?]

After saying that, the saintess was silent for a moment. It was clearly referring to me.

That’s correct. Just as I did evil without paying attention to compensation, the saint did not turn her eyes to anything else and just looked at the good.

That’s it. There is no such thing as a grand cause.

[In the past, when I stopped by an orphanage.]

“Orphanage?”

[Have you ever seen the youngest child there leave his bread in the room of the sick orphanage director without anyone noticing?]

“Giggle. That’s me.”

[I just imitate that child. Even though he was younger and smaller than me, altruism and innocence for others were definitely something I had to learn. Such small good deeds come together to create a warm world.]

“Saint, shall I tell you a little about what I know? It’s a similar yet different story.”

I held the rosary close to my ear and sweetened my mouth. Coincidentally, after listening to the saint’s story, there was a story that came to mind.

“A long time ago, a strange ghost story circulated around the continent. There was a very pretty actress, and a stranger broke into her house.”

[Like that.]

“The gunman completely destroyed the actress’s face. To the point where it would be difficult to ever stand on TV again. After putting out a bowl of ink, I put glue on both hands and gave each hand an object.”

[Things are… ?]

“Dagger and telephone. Either report it to the police on the phone, go to the hospital, and survive with a disfigured face, or slit your own throat with a dagger and die as the victim of an unjust murder case. The actress, who was worried, chose the latter.”

He moved his tongue and mouth ravenously. I was just trying to give a counter example to what the saint said, wondering how the saint would react after hearing this story, but I was a little curious about that.

[You are referring to the Viance murder case in Atran.]

“That’s right! But, there is something important here. A very important secret that has not been spread to the public. Listen carefully.”

[Is it a secret?]

“Before choosing death, the actress asked the assailant to let her see a few photos to look back on her memories. Family photos, photos of friends, photos of the man who was her lover… The actress went around the house to get rid of her regrets.”

[…] .]

“Actually, until then, the actress had planned to report it to the police and survive. The more I looked back on past memories, the more the actress’s large eyes became more and more vibrant. But, while I was walking around like that, I saw a newspaper in a corner of the house. A newspaper with the actress’s face written all over it and ‘Plastic Surgery Controversy’ written next to it.”

[…] .]

“After reading that article for the last time, the actress committed suicide. His last words were, ‘The world killed me.’ The gunman mangled her face, but in the end, what killed the actress was a cruel world that likes to criticize others. how is it? What is my story?”

The saint is silent. When I was giggling as I understood that as a sign of positivity.

[How do you know that?]

The saint asked in an extremely serious voice.

“Why, because I am the monster in that story.”

I answered slyly.

Curious about the saint’s answer to follow.

However, the saint.

[…] I feel like I have no idea what’s going on in the world, to be able to fall in love with Joker like this.]

“Hmm? What, I thought you were going to reprimand me, but you didn’t?”

Surprisingly, he didn’t get angry or anything.

[It’s already happened in the past, it’s from a past life that is now gone. You don’t have to do that in this episode.]

“Giggle. Who knows, it might happen again.”

[I will stop it. Because that’s my job. By the way, Joker, I also had a lot of questions for you earlier, but you haven’t answered them yet.]

“Ah, that’s right. I forgot.”

What did the saint ask? Where am I, what have I done so far in this episode, have I met the Demon King, and… What is my relationship with Aru?

I asked these things.

“First of all, I am now in Masurim. know? The largest forest in the Demon World, a place where the dimension between the continent and the Demon World is distorted.”

[Are you talking about the Demonic Forest where the Five Kings reign? Why did you go there?]

“To train for 500 years. It is a hundred times better to practice to your heart’s content in the demonic forest than to be confined to your family. furthermore… .”

[What else is there?]

“In 500 years, a saint will be born and a war will break out, right? We need to prepare for that time. If you want to play with the saint, you have to stop the devil, right?”

[ah… So, you are in Masurim. There will be a lot of strong people who are good for training there.]

“That’s right.”

[Please take care of yourself. I am concerned.]

Don’t worry about me, worry about yourself. This kind saint.

“I haven’t done much so far. I killed some of the guys I had to take revenge on, killed some of the guys who stood in my way, and took care of King Lang. They are trying hard not to interfere with the providence of the human world. I’m afraid it might interfere with the saint’s birth.”

[Thank you for thinking of me that way. but… I hope you will refrain from slaughter.]

“I’ll just say it clearly. I don’t like that. I wonder if I change my mind later.”

[All right. Because in the demon world, there are rules of the demon world. I will not be stubborn either.]

“It’s nice that you understand. Should we visit the human world later when the saint is born? Baby saint, do you want to see me?”

[…] That’s all, please stop.]

“Giggle, that reaction makes me want to go even more. good! decided! When you are baptized, I will sprinkle you with holy water! Disguising yourself as a priest is a piece of cake!”

[Tsk… .]

As I half-jokingly whispered into the rosary, I heard the saint’s bewildered moan. It is a groan that exudes embarrassment.

“I asked you if you’ve met the devil, right? In conclusion, we met, but nothing happened. When I first saw him, when he was still young, I tried to do something to kill him, but I stopped because I was afraid it would affect the history of the human world. Looking back now, I think I was right not to do that. If the Demon King is also a returner, there is no way he will die from my shallow tricks.”

[Well done. It is best not to do anything that offends the devil.]

“It’s strange that a saint who openly criticized the Demon King in Tartarus would say such a thing.”

[I can throw away my miserable body for the Lord’s will, but I absolutely cannot afford to lose Joker. never.]

It was a word with a strong will. It was also a statement that showed how much the saint cherished me.

I felt a strong determination not to tolerate anything wrong with me.

“And… Did you ask that too? About my relationship with King Lang?”

[That’s right.]

The saintess’ tone suddenly sinks when the topic of Aru comes up. I think I’m misunderstanding something, so I need to correct it.

“I didn’t do anything strange. I didn’t do anything that would make the saint worry.”

[Is that so? Phew… .]

“Okay then! The saintess must have imagined that she would train King Lang like a slave and take advantage of her rights as a beast! I just cared for you with love! With the noble love taught by the saint! How do you feel, did you do well?”

[…] !]

“I’ll show you how well King Lang follows me! ruler! Aru! Come here! Come and sit on my lap! Come on!”

After sitting cross-legged, he tapped my knee. Aru, who was chewing the meat I threw earlier, quickly ran up to my call and landed on my lap.

“Aru! Bark!”

“Keng.”

[…] .]

“A little louder!”

“Kung!”

[…] .]

“Good job! Very well done! Our Aru, so pretty! Try growling once!”

“Grrr… !”

[…] .]

“There’s still a lot left to show, so please wait a little longer! Holy woman! Aru! Try squeaking!”

“Grrr… !”

“Sseu-eup, don’t show your teeth. This is an order. If you don’t listen, a magic wand will come flying at you?”

“Kkiing, kiing… .”

[that… only.]

“How about it! Do you listen to my orders very well? Our Aru is such a wolf! Very smart! This is all thanks to the love that the saint taught me!”

Even though he sometimes rebels, Aru follows my orders fervently. I was so excited that I handled Eru even more enthusiastically.

The desire for recognition arises. Like a puppy wanting praise from its owner, he wants to hear from the saint that he did a good job by showing the saint that ‘I have become this close to King Lang through the method you taught me.’

[stop… Please stop… .]

what.

[Please… .]

I just wanted to be praised, but the saint’s reaction was strange.

“What is it, saintess? What’s wrong?”

[Rangwang… Isn’t she a female?]

“That’s right? To be exact, it’s a female wolf.”

[Uhm… .]

A saintess who moans as if something is undesirable.

From that sight, I felt a faint but clear ‘desire’.

“Saint… ?”

[yes… .]

“No way now… Are you jealous? A saint?”

[…] !]

The sound of the saint’s beautiful breathing ripples.