episode_0048

As Watchman Karen said.

Karen’s house was large enough for four people to stay.

A mansion you wouldn’t expect to find in the mountains.

It was an old-fashioned house made of bricks.

A house that doesn’t suit Karen at all.

but-.

The walls seemed to be worn out and maintenance was neglected, so it seemed like it was being used like a villa.

It didn’t seem like I lived here or anything.

‘Well, there’s no way a person who talks that much could live in such a remote place.’

Maybe it was natural.

Such a talkative person, living in a remote mountainous area.

nonsense.

“Now, you can find your room at your convenience!”

Karen’s words.

First of all -.

I roughly decided on a room.

End room on the 2nd floor.

While unpacking there, I was lost in thought for a moment.

When I put my hand in my pocket, I feel the ring.

“… It must belong to a saint.”

… maybe.

No, obviously.

This ring belongs to a saint.

Isn’t that what the circumstances say?

No need to say anything more.

It was clear when you look at the saintess’s expression.

But- why?

Why do I feel so uncomfortable?

Although I kept trying to deny it.

Uneasy feelings kept coming to me.

I know why.

I pretended not to notice.

I hoped it wasn’t so.

but-.

I have decided to accept it now.

… I was bullied by the beauty industry.

“No, the saintess probably had no intention of becoming a beauty queen.”

Just by myself.

I was struck by the beauty of a saint.

No, in a case like this, the term “beautiful world” would not be appropriate.

Isn’t there a more appropriate word?

… I fell in love with it.

Love at first sight.

I love a saint… I don’t know how much, but I fell in love with it.

Well, this means I love you.

A word of reason -.

I suppressed one more emotion called love.

Because this is someone who might become an enemy in the future.

So, I want to deny the word ‘love’.

but-.

Anyway.

Even if you admit it to be love.

I had no intention of changing.

plural.

Even though he fell in love with the saint, he had no intention of stopping his revenge on the church.

rather-.

Because I love you, I might take revenge on the church even more.

I touched the ring once again.

“… The reason why I felt uneasy.”

Isn’t it clear now?

It might be.

This engagement ring.

It must be because through this ring, the saintess realized that there was a man she had given her heart to.

Of course, there was no guarantee that this ring was given by a man.

but-.

Because the ring and necklace were the traditional part of engagement.

Even if I wanted to deny it, the answer is already decided.

A sigh came out of my mouth.

To clear my mind.

I stood in front of the window.

To calm my mind while looking at the scenery.

however-.

Visible through the window -.

The scenery outside is turning scarlet as the sun sets.

In one part of the scene, I witnessed a saintess going somewhere while tapping her cane.

There was quite a distance though.

Her nervous expression was clearly noticeable.

And naturally.

My eyes turned to the ring in my hand.

“Is it such a precious ring? .”

So belatedly…

So much so that I would move around and look for it, even if I was alone.

Is it really that precious?

Probably why he suddenly pushed me away.

Was it because the saint recognized my heart?

I didn’t know either.

My mind is busy.

First of all, I-.

Put the ring back in your pocket.

I quickly headed to the saint.

“… I guess I should return it.”

As I was leaving the door like that…

I felt a strange sense of déjà vu.

‘I think this has happened before.’

Just an illusion.

After making that decision, he headed towards the saint.

***

The second watchman, Karen.

The moment I met her.

The saint noticed.

What was supposed to be hanging around my neck was gone.

The saint realized that fact.

She couldn’t hide her nervousness.

An item that should never be lost.

It’s that kind of thing.

Where on earth do you leave your mind?

I can’t see, have I lost my mind?

‘… ‘What should I do?’

A fleeting moment.

There were many thoughts in the saint’s head.

Should I go back now?

But how do you find it?

What if I never find it?

These thoughts lingered in my head.

and-.

Before we knew it, we arrived at Eren too late.

I started again.

at last-.

The saint waited for a moment, unable to say anything sweet.

I don’t know if they’ll wait in the first place.

I didn’t even want to tell others what I had lost.

‘I have to go find it.’

Even after arriving at Karen’s mansion.

She was a saint whose heart could not calm down at all.

‘… ‘Stupid bitch.’

The saint blamed herself.

why-.

Why didn’t you pay more attention to the ring?

If I had, I wouldn’t have lost it.

And again.

Why wasn’t the ring filled with divine power?

Wasn’t there a possibility of losing it?

Was I a bitch who couldn’t even think about that much?

but-.

These thoughts were quickly rejected.

Because I couldn’t do something like that.

‘The ring does not have divine power.’

… I didn’t want to die for that.

As far as imbuing the ring with divine power.

I couldn’t bear to bury the dirty energy, like divine power, in my memories with Chris.

Just completely.

Because I just wanted to feel the ring.

but-.

She was a saint who thought about it several times and then regretted her decision.

‘It might have been better to bury the sacred power than to lose it.’

long time-.

Really, I thought about it for a while.

Eventually, the saint gave an answer.

“I can’t lose it like this without doing anything.”

at last-.

The saint decided to find the ring.

So as not to be caught by others.

I walked carefully.

Was it because I was blind?

She was a saint who had developed the habit of instinctively spreading divine power, even if only slightly.

That’s why I clearly remembered the way I came.

The place where I realized I had lost it.

After getting there-.

All you have to do is lie down on the floor and touch them one by one.

then… I guess I can find it somehow.

With that promise, the saint continued to move.

Within-.

I arrived at a place where I realized I had lost my ring.

The saint immediately fell down.

Perseoseok-.

The fallen leaves on the saint’s knees made a sound.

“… Yes, you can find it.”

The saint bowed down and began sweeping the floor with her hands.

I swept for a while.

“… Ah!”

Sometimes I hit sharp branches or protruding stones.

Every time, my fingernails broke.

Without even feeling any pain.

The saint healed her hand with divine power.

So for a while.

The saintess crawled forward little by little.

Tears began to flow from her eyes.

Because my hope of finding it was gradually lost.

In despair…

I couldn’t hold back my tears.

“… okay. I am being punished now.”

Yes, now he is being punished.

… It’s not a punishment from God.

What is the right thing to say?

Neglecting something precious.

Punishment given by an object.

“Hmm… .”

I forced myself to hold back my tears.

I felt like my heart was going to break.

ring.

Where on earth did the ring go?

“… Chris.”

The saint thought again.

Why did she take on the mission of a saint?

that-.

It was to protect a precious place.

It was for that reason.

More than anything, was it because I lost something precious?

I couldn’t even keep that promise and felt like giving up.

Anymore.

I didn’t want to do painful work.

… why.

Am I alone now?

Shouldn’t it be like this?

He sacrifices his time to protect the continent.

Why do bad things keep happening?

With a blank expression, the saint stood up.

It was the moment when I was about to give up on finding the ring.

Suddenly, I felt a presence behind me.

The saint was a little frightened, thinking it was a wild animal.

“What on earth are you doing in the dark?”

A familiar voice.

“… Warrior?”

Why now-.

At times like this.

The saint once again became angry with God.

When you become this weak.

You made me meet a warrior.

… I feel resentful of you.

The saint said calmly, wiping away her tears.

“You don’t have to worry about it.”

He made the coldest voice he could.

It was easy.

Because I was already in despair.

All I had to do was speak my true feelings.

Warrior.

I don’t know what kind of expression he would make at these words, but deep down, I wanted him to just go.

one-.

Contrary to the saintess’s wishes.

“… How can you not care? As the day is fading, he goes out alone.”

The warrior came closer to the saint.

Emotions felt by warriors.

It was a clear concern.

Really, it was a feeling I hadn’t felt in a long time.

Despite the words of concern for her, the saintess still responded with an expressionless expression.

“Day and night don’t matter to me. Darkness is all the same.”

The saintess smiled bitterly.

I said it with my own mouth,

Those were bitter words.

“Perhaps… Are you looking for this?”

Moment-.

The saintess trembled.

… no way.

“It is a flower-shaped ring.”

The ring he had been looking for so long.

It was a saint who realized that it was in warriors.

***

The Pope’s residence.

A particularly bright place in the imperial palace was dark today.

One person was sitting on the terrace provided within the residence.

Pope.

The Pope, who was sitting there looking out the window with a grave expression, spoke quietly.

“Did you come?”

at the same time-.

A person walked from the entrance.

Silver long hair.

A meaningful look that seems to be hiding something.

It was Archbishop Albert.

“… It seems like it’s been a really long time since we’ve seen each other like this.”

“If you came here often, it must not have been a long time.”

“I was a bit busy.”

Albert naturally sat in front of the Pope.

and-.

I poured the wine I had in my hand to the Pope.

“… What is this?”

“As you can see, it is wine. I made it myself.”

“I see… .”

The Pope took the cup and was lost in thought for a moment.

and-.

The Pope, awakened from his thoughts, spoke first.

“So… Why did you say you wanted to meet me?”

“… Isn’t it natural for a child to want to meet his father?”

The relationship between the two was something that even the leaders did not know about.

The Pope’s only blood relative.

Albert ascended to the position of archbishop at a young age.

He was the only pope’s child.