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The relief workers, who stayed overnight in a lodging prepared by the village leader, woke up as soon as the sun rose the next morning.

Although it was lunch that we distributed food to people, there were many things that needed to be prepared in advance.

First, the priest and nun each counted and adjusted the amount of food that the Holy Knight and Inquisitor took turns guarding.

Meanwhile, the apprentice priests moved large cloths and cheap wooden bowls into the luggage compartment.

The Holy Knights moved the food, the quantity of which had been confirmed, into the luggage compartment, and took turns standing guard around the luggage compartment to see if there was a group of people greedy for it.

Once you’re ready enough to leave right away, have breakfast with a small piece of bread and a glass of milk.

When everyone has finished their work and is eating breakfast barely enough to avoid hunger, an attendant enters the saint’s room and wakes him up.

After waking up, rubbing his sleepy eyes, the saint briefly prays for the morning.

After the saint’s prayer is finished, the attendant who watches the pious figure pours water heated to an appropriate temperature into a small basin.

After washing his face with warm water, the saint eats breakfast with a slightly larger portion of bread, soup, and a cup of milk than others eat.

After finishing the meal, the saint brushes his teeth, puts on well-ironed clothes and leaves the lodgings, followed quietly by his attendants.

After leaving the lodgings, the saint gets into a carriage that is already waiting.

The attendants also ride on the same chariot as the saint.

“Hey!”

Accompanied by the exciting voice of the Holy Knight who claimed to be the coachman, the horses, having regained their energy after eating hay, move their legs.

The two horses with shiny fur showed off their muscular bodies and moved their bodies as their driver led them.

Just like yesterday, the sounds made by horses’ hooves and the road were pleasant.

Of course, the story about the saint spread, and even though the place had not yet been opened, people were flocking to the square.

They cleared the way just long enough for the carriage to pass, but the sight of them reaching out as if to open the carriage door was quite scary.

The wagon with the luggage arrived first, and the relief workers quickly took their seats.

Place the large table brought by Pietro under the tent.

A white tablecloth goes up to the top, and bread pours out on top.

An apprentice priest comes whining, carrying a wooden bucket filled with soup. These are things I have been making since dawn.

The smell of bread and soup spread through the square, and people gathered in a disorderly manner rushed into the tent.

The crowd of people were pushed back as the Paladins and Inquisitors blocked them.

A chaos unfolded that could not be attributed to a clash between armies.

Beggars wearing rags that you would be embarrassed to call clothes stretched out their hands, losing focus.

“Step back!”

A paladin wearing thick armor pushed the people back with his body and shouted.

When the beggar who was pushed by the paladin fell backwards, others fell like dominoes.

“Ugh!!”

People were tangled like tangled threads and rolling around on the floor.

While groaning sounds were heard here and there, a signal was heard that preparations were complete, and the Holy Knights and Inquisitors raised their voices and lined up people.

The disorder that seemed like it would not be quelled gradually found order through faithful faith, swords, and axes.

People waiting for bread and soup formed a line as long as a decades-old snake.

Under the care of a paladin and an inquisitor, an apprentice priest served the soup in a wooden bowl, and priests and nuns distributed it and bread to the people.

“Now, now, one by one. Please return the dishes after you finish eating.”

The Inquisitor said to the beggar who was returning after receiving food.

Those who received food scattered to every corner of the village to satisfy their hunger.

The onlookers who came to see the face of the simple saint lined up with the beggars to receive food.

When about half of the prepared food was gone, the carriage door opened and a saint wearing a pure white uniform appeared.

– Shh

All the commotion in the square stopped.

The saint with a charming appearance was wearing a pure white uniform with a kind smile.

The saint greeted the nun who had a hard time putting the soup in her bowl, and took turns with her.

Then, he rolled up his sleeves, picked up the ladle, and began pouring soup into a bowl.

“Uh… Ugh… Okay, thank you.”

An onlooker, who was scheduled to receive the soup next, gaped like a carp when he saw the saint’s face.

“Yes. Enjoy your meal.”

Enjoy your meal.

What a kind words of gratitude.

The priest and nun who were listening to the saint next to him let out a small exclamation.

But the saint’s words reached only them.

The beggars who were mired in hunger were more comforted by the warmth of the soup in their hands than by the words of the saint standing in front of them.

For over an hour, the beggars received bread and soup, and before they knew it, the food they had prepared was coming to an end.

“There were still a lot of lines left.”

The saint said while looking at the still long line.

“Yes. It’s a pity, but I think I’ll have to end it here today.”

Mary, who was assisting the saint next to him, said.

“I think I need to manage the lines better next time. There are cases where people who need it cannot receive it.”

The saint did not know that there were people who not only cut in line but also got back in line and got more bread and soup.

“Yes. I think I need to manage it better next time.”

Maria said as she noticed several people on one side of the square laughing, showing off their rotten teeth.

After 10 minutes, all the bread was gone and the soup was all gone. The saint scraped the floor with a ladle and tried to feed at least one more person.

Eventually, even the soup disappeared. The people who had pulled the wagon began loading the remaining luggage onto the wagon.

The saint roughly shook off his soiled uniform and entered the carriage, followed by Mary holding a wet towel.

The carriage was ready for departure and returned to the lodgings.

***

The village representative, who was away for some reason, was waiting for In-ho in front of the lodging.

The village representative, who was quite young, showed great respect to In-ho.

He then gave a wink to the workers, who handed the paladin a box containing something heavy.

The sturdy paladin also whined and put it deep into the temporary storage room.

“Saint, I will treat you dinner tonight.”

said the village leader, who introduced himself as Nikolai.

“Thank you. Well then, see you in the evening.”

The sun set at the end of autumn earlier than expected.

After taking off his uniform that was soiled with soup, Inho changed into some extra clothes.

While he was changing his clothes, Maria wiped his bare skin with her handkerchief.

“Where do we eat dinner?”

Inho asked as he buttoned his clothes.

“I heard that it is done at the restaurant below the accommodation. I don’t think there’s any need to go through the trouble of moving.”

Maria said.

“Thank goodness. It was a little difficult.”

Inho breathed a sigh of relief.

“Saint. Can I go out for a while?”

Mary said, examining the saint meticulously.

“Is something going on?”

“I have to check whether the messenger I sent to Albainin Village has arrived. I’ll probably come at night, but I’m planning to go early and wait.”

“Oh, I sent an errand boy. yes. Please do so. Rather, I would like to ask you a favor.”

Maria laughed at Inho’s words.

“Yes, I understand. Please ask someone else for meal guidance.”

“Yes. Have a safe trip. Because the night is dangerous.”

“Thank you for your concern.”

***

It wasn’t a lie to meet the messenger sent to Albaynin village.

Mary had no intention of lying to the saint.

However, the errand boy arrived faster than expected, so she had some time to spare.

Now that the sun had completely set, the afternoon onlookers who had filled the square had already returned to their homes and lodgings.

Now, what remained in the corner of the square, in the darkest part of town, were the beggars who had been eagerly accepting bread and soup.

Maria chose the darkest alley.

The beggars increasingly lost their attention to the modest woman who passed before them.

And one by one, they got up and started chasing after Maria.

Just as people have appetite, they also have sexual desires.

Like that, Maria was driven further and further into the alley, like a prey being driven by a hunter.

And then we hit a dead end.

When Maria looked back at the wall in front of her, there were 7 or 8 tramps blocking her path.

Among the dogs, the impatient one already had his pants half down.

“……”

Maria stared at them in silence. I didn’t even say the cliché, ‘Why are you doing this?’

“Are you the nun who was at the cafeteria today?”

The tramp at the forefront said.

“If you were a nun, would you help us? Ah, I think this guy wants to eat something else too.”

He points to his crotch with his hand.

Giggling. Unpleasant laughter spread through the alley.

I guess it was a joke between them.

Maria studied their faces.

And he just said one word.

“Criminals who cut in line.”

Maria slowly took something she had been holding in her hand.

It was huge, wrapped in cloth, and when she grabbed the end and pulled, the cloth came undone in an instant.

What appeared like that was her great sword.

Without any warning, she charged at the tramps with a great sword.

‘Run!’ ‘what’s this!’

The word did not appear. Before the tramps could react, Maria cut off their heads.

Clear blood flowed in the alley where no one came.

Maria checked several times to make sure no blood had spattered on her.

“Now, let’s go back. Because the saint is waiting.”

Having condemned the sinners who had broken the saint’s heart, she left the alley feeling satisfied.