episode_0061

-Please wait in the reception room as I need to have a serious talk with Sir Rupert regarding the Holy Fire.

The mere fact that a saint and a noble young man were together in the reception room was already unsettling.

After finishing the story and coming out, the saintess’s words that she would be alone in the workshop surprised the bishop and the knights.

Of course, the saint’s instructions were absolute, so they had no choice but to follow them, but they did not easily understand them.

It felt a bit disappointing that only the writer Rupert could hear his mother’s voice, even though they were also children of the Mother Goddess.

However, he could not be dissatisfied with the words of the saint. While the Pope, the head of the religious order, could not hear the words of the mother directly, the saint was the only one who could communicate with the goddess.

When the previous saint returns to her mother’s arms, another saint is born somewhere on the continent.

When such a saint turns seven years old, the Pope of the time has a dream given to him by the goddess.

‘My daughter was born and raised somewhere on the continent, so bring her to me now.’

It was a dream with the following content.

The story goes that the Pope went to the place he was ordered to go and met the seven-year-old girl in person, and the saint was born.

The saint born in this way often takes on the role of conveying the will of the goddess to the members of the religious order.

As a daughter of a goddess, she possessed divine powers that surpassed even those of the Pope, and her position was equal to that of the Pope, but in reality, she was the most important figure in the religious order.

A being that is like an incarnation of herself, given to her by the goddess, who loves and adores her creation, humans.

There was no way that there would be anyone in the church who would spit on the words of such a saint.

And now, in the workshop, the saint was strongly conveying the goddess’s will to Rupert.

“It’s good to have clear veins on your arms, brother.”

A painting that Rupert is drawing with all his might, with cold sweat running down his forehead, even though it is the middle of winter.

It was a scene where Edmund Eldrick and Lloyd Cavallo, the main characters from the comic book , were hugging each other with pretended stiff expressions.

The saint was pointing out Lloyd Cavallo’s arm among them.

Cavallo with his shirt rolled up to his elbows.

The important part here was that he kept telling Rupert that the veins on his forearms were prominent.

“Wow, brother, you were really born with it.”

The saint’s expression brightened even more as Rupert drew Edmund’s lip-biting expression.

A reaction as if one had witnessed a goddess before one’s eyes.

But even with such an enthusiastic response, Rupert felt like he was going crazy.

‘What the heck is this….’

There was a time when I worked as an illustrator before drawing webtoons.

Suddenly, memories of all the work I did at that time came to mind.

‘Are you asking me to draw a pretty girl with puppy ears and a tail?’

‘No, I want you to draw a cute puppy.’

Just hearing the explanation makes some of your common sense crumble into absurd demands.

But it was a happy yet sad memory of the past when I couldn’t refuse those people who always asked for a large sum of money as collateral for negotiations.

But there was one commission that Rupert, who accepted even the demands of such people, did not receive.

‘I never thought I’d draw BL.’

Rupert had endured Fury, but he could not bring himself to draw that area because it felt like something forbidden to him as a biological male.

Now I had no choice but to draw.

A saint who, when she thought she would ask for the Holy Spirit, spoke of illustrations of male characters.

In fact, he didn’t have any complaints because he thought it was a small price to pay compared to the price he paid for keeping his lie in front of the crown prince.

However, I was a little afraid of the saint’s enthusiastic reaction.

If the saint were to come across this painting later, she would be questioned about its source.

‘Sir Rupert drew this for me as a gift.’

He was worried that the religious figures would not be able to interrogate the saint, so they would come to him with nails and hammers.

“I, Your Majesty. I am honored to be able to draw a picture for Gaia’s daughter. But I am worried that this picture might embarrass you… .”

“Why is this picture problematic?”

“That’s it… .”

But then, would it be normal for a picture of two men hugging? Rupert’s lips trembled as he couldn’t say anything.

The saintess answered without paying any attention.

“This is the camaraderie of noble warriors.”

“Comradeship?”

“Yes, look, these two are comrades who fight with their own beliefs. How can you have vain thoughts when you see these two, brother?”

That’s because your eyes seem to harbor vain thoughts.

Rupert held back the words that were rising to his throat with superhuman patience and quietly began to draw again.

The painting is finally finished.

The saint looked at the painting Rupert had handed her for a long time, then nodded with satisfaction and carefully rolled up the paper.

Then, she carefully put it in the pocket attached to the white frill that she thought was just a decoration on her clothes.

“But what should we do with the Holy Spirit?”

“Ah, the Holy Fire was an excuse from the beginning, brother.”

“Yes?”

“If you have money to burn the Holy Spirit, it would be better to give a bowl of porridge to the poor people in the empire.”

Rupert couldn’t help but look dumbfounded as he watched the saintess say that she had never intended to create a painting in the first place.

Her goal from the beginning was to draw BL pictures, and Seonghwa was just an excuse to come see her.

It was surprising that everything went according to the saint’s plan, but Rupert was impressed by her boldness in using even the variables that arose in the middle as a means to achieve her own goal.

If Rupert were to go around telling his neighbors about this, they would laugh at him rather than believe him.

I never thought I would get to know even a little bit of the true nature of the saint, who I thought was just a good and noble being.

Rupert thought that although painting that kind of picture was definitely difficult, it was quite profitable.

“It is difficult to proceed with the Holy Spirit, so I will talk about it later when I receive revelation from my mother.”

“Yes, I understand. But is it okay if I lie and say it’s the word of the goddess?”

This world in the novel is a world where, unlike Earth, God clearly exists.

Rupert was a little scared, thinking that the goddess who might have brought him into this world might get angry and strike him with lightning if she saw this.

but

“Children grow up giving their parents a hard time, so I’m sure their mother will understand.”

Seeing her speaking shamelessly to the end, Rupert also relaxed and started laughing.

Even though she is a saint and the daughter of a goddess, she is still a human being and has her own desires.

With a slightly relieved heart, Rupert returned to greet the saint as she left the mansion.

“It’s been a really long day.”

The Saint’s visit and Amelia’s visit to the sick.

And although this day was extremely difficult when even the crown prince came to visit, I felt like I could remember it as a memory since everything was resolved well.

‘I’m glad I’ve been working out these days.’

No kidding, if I had faced the events of today while still tired and worn out from the previous energy potion, my legs would have given out several times already.

After the saint left, some of the servants in the house sat down, as if their tension had finally eased.

“Okay, let’s go home. Everyone collapsed today, so don’t push yourself any harder.”

Rupert also visits the workshop staff and orders them to leave work today, even though there is still time left.

Even though the saint had healed them, I thought it was not good to force those who had fallen.

“Yes? Is there still time left?”

“Don’t overdo it. There’s not much work to do right now anyway, right?”

Rupert speaks with a bright smile.

The craftsmen felt a strange emotion when they saw Rupert like that. They felt happy, but also had an uncomfortable feeling somewhere in their hearts.

After Rupert recovered from his collapse, he started to promote the slogan, “Health is Productivity!” and made me exercise every morning, but I wondered what his ulterior motive was.

From that day on, working overtime really disappeared.

So, recently, the craftsmen who came home from work early were happy, but they felt uncomfortable somewhere.

Somewhere in my heart, there’s a strange nagging feeling that this is all I can do.

I wanted to work overtime even though I was told not to. Even if I went home early, my wife would nag me and my children wouldn’t even talk to me.

I guess it would have been more comfortable to chat and laugh with my colleagues in the workshop.

Rupert, unaware of the craftsmen’s strangely ambivalent feelings, hurried off work and headed to his workshop.

Because I had to start working on volume 5 of .

After the release of Volume 4, work was halted for a while due to an illness, but apart from that, the storyboard work for Volume 5 had already been completed.

Rather, because my head was clearer, I thought it would be easier to produce works and the release speed wouldn’t slow down that much.

“There should be a scene where the main character brothers go north to find helpers.”

The protagonist approaches the truth through the dying message that Mark Hughes, a colleague of Lloyd Cavallo, said just before he died: “The military is in danger.”

Since they could not fight against the group of androids with their own strength, they had to start by going to the Grand Duke of the North, known as the Imperial Wall.

Since there are many characters that appear after that, volume 5 could be said to be a build-up stage for volume 6.

Kimbala, the villain Rose Alchemist who deals with the alchemy of explosions, was also an unmissable character.

In addition, the identity of the arrogant Superbia, the hidden mastermind of the artificial human group, is also revealed.

And the appearance of the main character’s brother’s father and ‘that being’ will cause great confusion to the readers.

‘It’s like having millions of friends.’

Every time he shows the people of another world a story he created by adapting and changing the works he originally knew.

Rupert felt as if he was talking about comics with his friends.

When I thought about how many people would read the book I had written and share the same feelings as I did, my fatigue seemed to disappear.

So Rupert wanted to get Volume 5 out to waiting readers as quickly as possible.

I wanted to let you know that there is such an interesting story and have a conversation with you as if we were friends.

Of course, I should refrain from working all night because I shouldn’t overwork myself, but it wasn’t easy to control myself.

‘Please just let me have some fun today.’

Rupert’s eyes lit up with life as he sat at his desk drawing cartoons.