episode_0065

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To ensure that Zebeline was pampered, she always attended the Holy Communion service and prayer meeting.

It’s a killer schedule.

I can’t believe I have to work hard without even taking a break.

In general, the saint was thought to be a carefree person who often appeared at public events while leisurely praying. However, as if to put that prejudice to rest, Jebeline showed off her spirit of continuing to handle heavy tasks.

“Saint!”

“Thank you so much for coming… !”

Citizens with scruffy looks flocked like a cloud to greet the saint.

They were victims who lost their homes and families in this disaster.

In a hopeless situation, he stretched out his hand to the saint as if wishing for a glimmer of hope. In response to the crowd’s expectations, Zeveline put her hands together and gave the Earth Mother’s blessing.

Faaat.

A bright light was scattered.

It was a simple miracle spell that boosted vitality and vitality.

However, the crowd who witnessed the brilliant brilliance rejoiced, shedding tears as if they had received a miracle from God. This is because by receiving a blessing from a noble saint, I gained hope to wash away my despair.

“The Earth Mother never ignores the requests of her pious followers. And His Holiness will also listen to the appeals of believers caught up in the merciless violence. We will actively help until all traces of the disaster caused by the group of disaster gods are cured.”

As Zeveline declared in a graceful voice, the crowd expressed their holy faith by putting both hands together and clutching the rosary.

hmm.

It would be nice if it always looked like this.

It was almost questionable whether he was the same person as the usual tomboy who liked practical jokes.

Zeveline’s pious appearance as she listened to the appeals of the crowds complaining of pain and difficulties while distributing blessings was like a model of a saint who is said to be the incarnation of the Earth Mother. That’s probably why so many Holy Knights of the Holy Empire risk their lives for Zebeline.

‘The appearance of a saintly woman playing around in a natural way… Maybe I’m the only one who knows.’

A saint must not lose her divinity.

You must always show yourself as a holy seeker.

I felt an indescribable burden from the sight of Jebeline, who did not show the slightest disorder while dealing with a large crowd.

Shall I be pampered today?

It seems that the priests of the Holy Empire also want the Holy Sword wielder to accompany them.

“It’s hard, it’s hard, it’s hard-!!”

“Thank you for your hard work.”

It was a forced march that continued without a break until the afternoon.

As soon as the schedule was over, Zebeline returned to the carriage and threw herself into the seat.

I buried my face in the pillow.

Then he started patting the seat with his slender legs.

You’re back to your usual Zebeline. Does saint mode turn off in an instant?

“I really felt like a saint today.”

“What is it, what do you mean? So you’re saying it seemed like a pseudo-cult on a regular basis?”

hmm.

It’s hard to refute that.

You probably know the answer to that.

He smiled slightly as he handed a glass filled with champagne to Jebeline.

“Can I ask you to accompany me tomorrow as well?”

A girl with flowing silver hair asked after gulping down champagne.

He shook his head in disapproval.

“Sorry, this seems difficult.”

“Why? You probably don’t have a specific schedule… .”

Jeveline, who was looking puzzled, opened her eyes wide as if she immediately recognized something.

“Are you planning on flirting with Princess Ludmilla?! Like when we had a lewd secret love in subspace!”

“… It is true that I have plans with the princess tomorrow.”

As soon as he finished answering, Jebeline raised his head like a sulking Pomeranian. I sighed at the sight of Zeveline showing such intense anger as if she was going to attack me at any moment.

From that day on, Jebeline’s mood was recorded in cumulonimbus conditions.

The answer just now had offended the white dragon.

Is it because of my mood?

It seemed like the sound of lightning striking.

Today the weather was as clear as if vivid dye had been sprinkled on it. There’s no way lightning could suddenly strike in this weather. Unless something cataclysmic happens… .

“Suddenly a lightning strike!”

“Well, the Earth Mother is angry! Hurry and evacuate to the cathedral!”

A terrifying scream exploded along with a loud thunder.

As I looked outside through the window, I was able to witness the sight of white lightning bolts running wild. Soon, the screams of the priests, who were distraught from the lightning, were heard.

“Hmph! A date with an old maid… ! You really have unusual tastes!”

“… … .”

Is it enough to get that angry?

We weren’t meeting for the purpose of dating in the first place.

By the way, can’t we just stop the thunderbolts raging in the sky first?

I broke out into a cold sweat as I saw Zeveline glaring at me with a pouting expression. No matter how hard you try to make excuses, it won’t work.

The efforts to accompany the saint on her itinerary to soothe her sullen mind quickly went to waste.

* * *

From that day on, just as Zeveline changed, Ludmilla also showed a different appearance.

Warmonger.

A member of the saint’s party.

An apostle who serves the disaster god of war.

After discovering her identity, I began to become obsessed with the saga of the saint’s party. To be exact, it was a story about a ‘war-monger’ who briefly worked as a member of the saint’s party.

No wonder she was obsessed.

The warmonger was an unknown person of whom only vague clues were known.

Ludmilla listened to the warmonger’s saga while drinking a mild Darjeeling in her office. Most of the stories were just trivial chatter that did not fit into a saga.

“Hehe, I never thought the warmonger I had been looking for was right next to me… .”

“… … .”

I was afraid that if my identity was revealed, all my relationships until now would be ruined. However, as if to put an end to those fears, Ludmilla responded positively.

I feel dazed.

Even after knowing that he was an apostle of the God of Disaster, he treated me like normal.

His courage is so great that even the word ‘strong heart’ is not enough. He was truly the strongest person on the continent, protecting the Baltaria Empire.

“But I have a question for you. What kind of beings are the infinite talents? Of course, I’m not questioning you… .”

“Umm.”

Infinite fortune.

I was expecting Ludmila to ask.

War. Tyranny. Kia. death.

Disasters that will end the existence of humanity have always been objects of fear.

I’m at a loss where to start explaining.

After a moment of hesitation, he opened his mouth.

“Ludmilla, do you know more about the Demon King?”

“You mean the devil? I don’t know that much… . I don’t know anything else other than that he is a half-human and half-demon who ascended to the throne of the devil at the urging of the great devils who rule the demon world.”

It was not simply due to Ludmilla’s ignorance that she did not know about the enemy of the Fire God who had constantly threatened humanity. If you asked others, you would definitely get the same answer.

Devil.

The ruler of the demon world who unified the demons who have repeated the history of struggle.

Even though she was ultimately killed by the saint’s party, her identity is still not revealed. All that is known is that it is a mixture of human and demon.

“The Demon King was an apostle serving the disaster god of death. To be exact… It was a demigod who was integrated with the disaster god of death.”

“Well, is that really?!”

This is the truth that only the party of saints who defeated their archenemy knows.

Therefore, it was not known to the public.

The disaster god of death was put to rest.

After Beatrice granted him immortality with the Scepter of the Midnight Sun, Maximilian pierced the heart of the Demon King with his holy sword, granting eternal rest to the immortal.

That was the only thing I could tell her right now.

“Then, as for other financial assets… .”

Ludmilla, who had been listening to the story with a very stiff expression, opened her mouth.

Since you learned that the Disaster God of Death was subjugated by a party of saints, you must have been curious about the Disaster God of Famine and the Disaster God of Tyranny. Because, at least indirectly, countless fortunes are related to each other.

When I tried to explain it,

The office door opened wide without a knock.

“Thank you for inviting us to tea time, Her Highness Ludmila.”

A saint dressed in pure white robes came in with a bright smile. Behind her, the knights of the Royal Guard who guarded Ludmilla’s office were showing signs of embarrassment.

Judging from the reaction, it seemed like they didn’t receive an invitation.

And there was no way Ludmilla would invite Zebeline, whom she regarded as a thorn in her eyes, for personal purposes.

“I have never invited the saint.”

“I also like Darjeeling.”

The red dragon and the white dragon faced each other.

The atmosphere heated up in an instant, as if fierce fire and sharp lightning were clashing.

“I have a story to share closely with Prince Edanand alone.”

“It’s a coincidence. Same goes for me. If it’s okay with Her Highness Ludmilla, can I sit down with you like this?”

“This is a confidential matter that cannot be revealed to the saint.”

“What? The fact that Ethan is a warmonger who was part of the saint’s party?”

Wow, what did you just say… .

What did the saint say just now?

Did I hear it wrong?

I’m sure you heard something wrong.

Ludmilla and I stared at the saint, creaking like rusty wind-up dolls.

Then Zeveline snorted and showed an arrogant look. The current situation, which was secretly being discussed aside from the person himself, seemed to be very unpleasant.

“A long time ago… ! I’ve known it for a long time!”

He knew my identity.

And I also know that Ludmilla’s identity was discovered.

how.

no,

How can that be?

Except for Ludmila, I have never been caught by anyone. You can be sure of that.

Could it be that Beatrice secretly told you this?

If he knew that much in advance, why did he remain silent?

I endlessly watched the furious figure shouting while showing his bright red face. This is because I have been feeling a vague, unnatural sense of déjà vu ever since I encountered Jeveline yesterday.