episode_0088

“Dual personality? I heard right now, right?”

[Yes, you heard correctly. I will have a dual personality.]

“Ha… I really didn’t even think about it.”

Wow-.

My mind became complicated, and my grip on the rosary became stronger. Perhaps because the force was too strong, a gasping moan was heard from beyond the rosary.

[Tsk… .]

“Oh… Sorry, are you okay? I was so frustrated for a moment that I applied too much force.”

[Trigrams, it’s okay. In fact, my body feels comfortable, as if I’ve had a massage for the first time in a long time.]

“What is massage? It must have felt like my whole body was crushed.”

I hastily released the strength in my hands. Only then did the saintess’ moans stop.

The rosary is a tool of communication, but it is also an object that shares the saint’s whole body senses. To exaggerate a little, it means that she is no different from the little Saint Mary.

I was so caught up in the emotion of the moment that I held on to that rosary with all my strength. How much it must have hurt.

The saintess, who endured the pain of having both of her wrists pierced for hundreds of years, was able to moan in pain, so it must have been quite a pain.

“I don’t understand.”

[What do you mean?]

“Were the saint’s 500 years just decoration? You’ve dedicated 500 years, but you can only retain your memories for half of that time? Is that correct?”

He said in a slightly annoyed tone. The saint answered in a gentle voice, as she always did.

[You are mistaken.]

“Is it an illusion?”

[The price of my 500 years in the spirit world includes the right to communicate with Joker here through the rosary. If I had given up on this, I would have become a complete regressor.]

“It was a stupid thing to do. I’m the type of person who, once I’m hooked, needs to see the end of something to loosen up. There is no way my feelings for the saint could dull in just 500 years.”

For a mere human saint, five hundred years would be enough time to change a person’s heart dozens of times, but not for me. 500 years, to me, it’s like a speck of time.

[I don’t think so.]

“What?”

I bluntly questioned the assertion I heard. The saint clearly and clearly shared her thoughts.

[How do you not know that this time with Joker itself is a blessing from the Lord?]

“We’re together, are you asking me to play with words?”

[Even though the bodies were separated for some reason, the souls are facing each other and talking like this. I believe that the soul is more important than the body that has not yet been born.]

“… .”

Being able to say bullshit with sincerity is also an ability. What’s even more absurd is that the person called the saint is sincere when she says that.

[It was a very beneficial and enjoyable time not just for Joker, but also for me. [For the past 400 years.]

“Staying stuck in pitch-black darkness every day, but only talking to me for 20 minutes a day?”

[Happiness and pleasure depend on what you decide to do. It may have been an endlessly boring time for some, but for me, it was a precious time in which I could cultivate mental discipline.]

“Who can’t say something? 200 years ago, when I was a few hours late in communicating, the saintess was in complete disarray. I still can’t forget the voice that answered my communication while panting?”

He giggled and whispered teasingly. The events of that day have been buried implicitly, but I never thought I would mention them again.

[The events of that day are something that Joker, not me, should ponder over.]

“Huh? What does that mean?”

[This happened because Joker made me feel anxious without any communication from Joker and was arbitrarily late. Who is really responsible?]

“… That’s right, after hearing it, it was my fault.”

You’re just taking it for granted that I communicate. Well, you’re not wrong.

“But is that okay? What about the saint’s dream?”

[A dream?]

“He said he wanted to spend time at the academy with me. A sweet and exciting love story… Didn’t you want something like that?”

[I have to yield to the young and innocent me. It’s not a waste. In the end, the point is that it is ‘that’ Maria. The Lord said that knowing how to give up what is most precious to you is a true virtue.]

It is a saintly answer. No, not all saints reflect on the doctrines of the Lord and live like that, so should I say this is a Mary-like answer?

“But the saintess is always jealous.”

[…] yes?]

“Am I wrong? He’s always jealous, asking what happened with the girls in our party. You just said that yielding is the greatest virtue, but I can’t yield?”

[Joker, isn’t that a slightly different problem?]

“What’s different? You’re saying it’s okay for the young saint, but you won’t allow others? Hmm, that makes sense. I understand.”

[Joker, you don’t know much about women… .]

The saint was dumbfounded as if she had nothing to say. The corners of the mouth naturally rose up.

[…] And, just because it’s night doesn’t mean you can’t enter the academy.]

“Huh?”

[Rather, the Academy in the middle of the night, where no one’s gaze exists… Wouldn’t this be the most suitable place for a secret love?]

“What are you talking about? Students must stay in the dormitory at night. Students are said to be unable to leave the dormitory.”

[It’s not that you can’t go out, it’s that you don’t go out. In my previous life, I was a student who had never broken the school rules… In this life, wouldn’t it be okay to commit a little ‘deviation’? It’s not about harming anyone.]

This time, I was completely dumbfounded. The saintess let out a ‘huhu’ sound as if she was satisfied.

I think I viewed the saint too lightly. She is just naive, but not pure.

“What… There isn’t much time, so let’s stop talking about the distant future. As for what will happen today… Did I tell you last time?”

[Yes, I heard that a warrior party is coming.]

“I’ll tell you up front, I’m not saving them. Just like in history, I will let you die according to the law of the jungle.”

[I know. It is the Lord’s will for life and living, and I am opposed to Joker forcibly twisting that providence.]

“But if there is a weak person in front of the saint, you will save him.”

[It seems ambiguous. The Dragon King didn’t attack first, it was the warrior party that attacked first. However, this does not mean that the warrior party wants meaningless killing, so it is difficult to distinguish between good and evil.]

An ordinary human being would naturally consider subjugating demonic beasts to be right, but a human being called a saint would not do so. She firmly believes that all life is God’s creation, and she treats even mere monsters with kindness.

It’s been like that since the first time I met him. The saint embraced me with love and embrace. That inspired me.

“But, still.”

[yes.]

“Just because she’s a saint, it doesn’t mean that demons and humans are the same. The same goes for other animals.”

[That’s right.]

“You eat meat, right? Isn’t it taboo to eat other living things? Because demonic beasts are no different from other living creatures such as cows, chickens, and pigs. Rather, it is more evil. As stipulated in the doctrine. In the end, shouldn’t we acknowledge that humans, who stand at the top of the continent’s food chain, are superior to all other species? Although I am not human.”

[That is correct. All living things continue their lives by eating other living things, and that is also the Lord’s will. I just think that the ideal is to always live with a grateful heart for the lives that are used as daily bread. but… .]

“Just?”

The saint continued speaking after a moment of silence. It seems like he’s trying to be careful about what he says.

The call time isn’t that long, but I think that’s better than spewing out nonsense without thinking.

[Having demons in my heart, how could I define them as evil and harbor such arrogance?]

“… .”

The saint loves me. According to the religious law, nuns who serve God are prohibited from dating anyone of the opposite sex, but they love me so passionately that they even break that law. It may be a trivial deviation to some, but it is a huge change for a saint who has never broken the law in her life.

But I am a demon. If you belong to a religious order, you must of course kill the demons as soon as you encounter them. That ridiculous contradiction is what puts the saint in trouble.

[For some lowly living people, good and evil coexist in their hearts. As an apostle of the Lord, I am entrusted with the mission to cultivate that good heart. Some people slander monsters as unconditional evil and agents of evil that must be exterminated, but I have already seen many cases of monsters with goodness in their hearts.]

“For example, what?”

[Lilith, Duke of the West, who felt remorse after I released her without a scratch and did not treat the citizens of the Western Continent harshly. Oscar Lucifer, the Duke of North Korea, was condemned by everyone in the world as the devil, but in fact he had consideration for others in his heart. And there is Meta, an innocent goblin who often receives news through Joker’s shoes.]

I didn’t know meta would be mentioned from the saint’s mouth. This reminds me of the meta laughing innocently and shouting that he had destroyed a colony of skeletons during the day and made them all his familiars. Hey saint, that’s not it. He’s just a little devil.

[Anyway, today is the day the warrior party comes.]

“Yes, as much as possible, we will let things go as they should have been.”

[I wish Joker good luck in his future. I hope everything goes well for you. and… .]

“And?”

[i love you. I really wanted to tell you first today.]

“Foot!”

What is that. It’s not some kind of kid. What does it matter who speaks first? It’s childish.

It’s shameful to have to worry about order with something like that. Next time, I must speak first. It seems like the saint loves me more than I love the saint. It hurts my pride.

“Yes, I love you too.”

Pop-.

Communication was cut off just before the communication time ran out. It was a useful conversation today. I also knew that the future saint would be something different from day and night.

I have to go back to my group now. Because it’s the day the warrior’s party comes. What if someone in our group encounters the hero’s party and history becomes distorted… .

Rustling-.

My head immediately turned to the sound of the trees and leaves shaking. It was because I was so focused on communicating with the saint that I couldn’t pay attention to my surroundings. I didn’t think our group would follow us even though we were running errands.

The size of the energy is small, but the density is strong. It means a strong person with a small physique. Damn it, who is it? It’s probably not Nioh, but it’s probably either Beatrice, Aruna, or Uriel. It’s okay if it’s Aru, but it’s definitely not Uriel, right? If an angel finds out that you went back in time, you’ll be in quite a bit of trouble.

“Huh? person? Are you human?”

However, contrary to my guess, what I heard was the voice of a young boy. My head turned a little more. Only then did a creature that had been invisible until a moment ago come into view.

A fuzzy magic robe, a wizard’s hat so low that it covers his ears, round glasses large enough to cover his entire face, and green hair sticking out from under the hat.

– Even if I can’t kill you… ! I will definitely hold on to your ankles! Big Bang!

It is quite different from the image engraved in my memory, but it is unrecognizable.

Merlin Gregory, the great wise man.

In my past life, it was an unexpected encounter with a human who threw a vicious 9th circle spell on me, causing me to tremble in a fit until I was on the verge of death.