Relic (4)
As Gorg said, crafting a sacred object was a long-cherished dream for the Dwarf priests.
So, I couldn’t help but be astonished when I noticed that the apple tree had transformed into something beyond a simple tree that had its own divine power and affected the surroundings.
There was a clue to the long-awaited wish in front of my eyes.
Uncharacteristically making a fuss about it, taking measures not to attract attention through the academy, and going back and forth every day to watch the tree grow was not an excessive act from the point of view of the dwarves.
Seriously, in his home country, would the saint be making a fuss about rushing to the academy right away?
Still, the saint in front of me was just gazing at the sky with a calm expression, as if he didn’t know the seriousness of what he had done, or if he knew it but didn’t care.
“If I say it’s a coincidence, would you believe it?”
At the saint’s words, Gorg closed his eyes for a moment.
If it was a general story, of course I would have believed it.
Because the person in front of you is a saint. It is because Gorg has lived a life that it is only natural to follow the will of a saint without question.
Up until now, what Gorg needed was not a cool-headed judgment to judge whether an order was right or wrong, but an overwhelming force capable of carrying out the given order.
But this time, it was difficult to get over it so calmly.
Wasn’t there a clue that the race’s longing could stop the despair and corruption of the Dwarves in front of their eyes?
“I’ll believe you.”
Even after thinking that, the sound that came out of Gorg’s mouth was a different sound.
I would be lying if I said I was disappointed and didn’t want to question more.
However, Gorg had already experienced this kind of internal conflict several times while living a winding life, and even in such conflicts, he was also a person who succeeded in maintaining his honest beliefs by pushing forward with what he believed in.
“Eh, I’m not really good at things like this. It’s a coincidence, I’ve troubled the saint. I’m sorry. After this time, I won’t be asking about this.”
Although the initial plan was to ask for clues to this miracle in return for appealing to him that he had taken such care to prevent the saint from getting into trouble, he backed off coolly.
No matter how different the race was, it felt like it was an indelible sin for Gorg to propose a transaction based on such a calculation method to a saint of a different race.
Ronan, who had been staring at Gorg as if he was looking through his heart, sighed and opened his mouth.
“Even if it’s just a coincidence for me, maybe there’s another will arranged by the gods.”
“What do you mean by that?”
Giving up on Ronan’s meaningful words, Gorg raised his head.
“Even if you are a saint, can you follow the wisdom of the gods and their plans even to the smallest detail. However, this tree, which even I did not intend, could be the solution to what Gorg-sama is talking about. If the gods want it. “
“How can you, a saint, do what the gods want and not know?”
“Perhaps he decided it was better not to tell me. I have the title of saint, but that only means that I am the first servant of the gods. It absolutely does not mean that I am superior or superior.”
“Who is not a servant in front of a god? How can the fact that he is the first chosen by a god not prove his competence?”
“Do other saints talk like that?”
“Yeah…”
Gorg, who tried to say it was natural, had no choice but to experience being speechless for a moment. Among the saints, there is no one who shouts to support him because he is a special and peculiar being. No such saint existed.
“Keuheum… It’s not like that, but there’s no need to go around talking about obvious facts.”
“I don’t know about other people, but at least I am not. A saint is, after all, a person who has the duty to do God’s will more than others, I think. What a difference it makes in the eyes of the Lord if there is a difference in mere human competence.”
At Ronan’s words, Gorg suddenly recalled the conversation he had with Ronan during their first official meeting.
Even then, Ronan argued about which is better: a devout believer who only emphasized God’s will and failed to fulfill God’s will, or an unbeliever who unintentionally acted on behalf of God’s will.
Just like back then, Gorg thought that his attitude was really consistent, but he couldn’t help but tilt his head for a moment.
It hurts to say more about Ronan’s faithfulness, but it was hard to guess what the meaning of Ronan’s story in this way was.
Moreover, the subject of the story, without realizing it, was not a story about a sacred tree, but about a saint, God, and the future arranged by God.
Unless Ronan is trying to hide something, there’s no way that Ronan will intentionally distract from the story, so that means there’s something on purpose…
So, even though Ronan himself cannot know the will of God, are you saying that he will allow us to study a tree that would be harmless even if we call it a divine tree?
By the time Gorg gets confused and is finally about to ask a direct question.
“Gorg-sama! It’s urgent!”
The subtle atmosphere between the two was cut off by a dwarf knight who suddenly burst through the greenhouse door.
“Urgent news?”
Gorg, thinking that he might hear something important from Ronan, was not happy with the sudden article, but instead of getting angry, he asked about it.
In the first place, the Dwarven characters were aware of what Gorg meant to meet Ronan today, and in order to block any disturbance in advance, they even placed knights under the pretext of patrolling near the class.
In this situation, there was a high possibility that the content to be delivered by the article that jumped in was really urgent.
“This is a message from the Holy Son from my home country!”
The knight approached nearby, bowed his head politely to Ronan, and then looked at Gorg again and handed over the communication tool.
“You mean you sent a direct message from the saint of Betura?”
“That’s right!”
Gorg, who took the communication tool as if snatching it from the knight’s words, connected the communication tool as it was.
[Aagh!!][Here’s an injured person!][Hurry up!]
Gorg as well as Ronan looked at the communication port with a look of bewilderment at Abi Gyu-Hwan’s voice heard as soon as the communication port was connected.
I was sure it was a call from a dwarf saint, but what the hell is this urgent sound?
[Ah, Brother Gorg. Can you hear me?]
As if to resolve the doubts between the two, a man’s voice began to be heard from beyond the communication port.
“Betura I…Kuhmm, there is Saint Ronan next to you. Be polite. Betura Saint. What kind of scream does it sound like?”
[what? I need to tell you that quickly. …Kindel was attacked.]
“What?!”
Contrary to the relatively calm voice on the other side of the communication port, Gorg, who received the message, exclaimed in a very angry voice.
Kindel is one of the most important facilities in the headquarters of the Church of Calliul, located in the capital of the Republic.
Having that place attacked was tantamount to being attacked by the Dwarf Republic itself.
[Calm down Lord Gorg. How did you fix it?]
“Is this something to calm down by saying that it was settled? What the hell did the Knights do! Petus, Sir Petus?”
[Most of the Templars have been relatively reduced in number due to dealing with the demon worshipers who have been spreading across the country lately. Sir Petus… that Sir Petus betrayed me. I joined hands with devil worshipers.]
Gorg couldn’t even make a sound anymore and just stared blankly at the communication port.
Petus Xaril. The strongest shield and the strongest spear that protects the Republic, to be exact, the Church of Kaliul. It was a story.
“That’s… what… what… why…”
Gorg repeats meaningless words without knowing what to ask. On the other side of the communication line, he continued talking without being asked as if he fully understood.
[Sir Petus…isn’t Sir anymore. We still don’t know exactly why Petus joined them. Now we’re chasing after Petus and the demon worshipers who escaped. But I can guess what they are aiming for.]
“That…what the hell is that?”
[Relic.]
Gorg breathed in vain at the assertion heard over the communication port. Just as they were talking about the holy relic, hearing this while trying to find out about the story of creating a holy relic with their own hands made my head confused.
It made me think that maybe this wasn’t Petus’ betrayal, but that Calliul was punishing you for wisdom not allowed to you.
[A number of holy relics stored in Kindel have been stolen and destroyed. I didn’t even touch the place where I attacked to divert attention and other places except for the reliquary. So the damage was relatively small. And the direction Pettus and his gang fled to seems to be… the land of humans. There is a possibility of changing direction or disappearing in the middle, but for now, that is the most likely story.]
Hearing the sound coming from beyond the communication port, Gorg barely managed to resist the fact that his hand holding the communication tool was almost strained.
There was a reason why he bothered to tell this story, knowing that Gorg would have been shaken.
An apostate who betrayed Calliul, like the devil worshipers, was coming to this land, and an apostate with a mighty weapon.
[I’m officially telling the story to the Empire and the Orion Church. Sir Gorg, I thought you should know first, so I contacted you.]
“I see. Well… I understand.”
[Perhaps what Petus is aiming for is a holy relic in the Orion Church. I plan to seek cooperation from the Empire and the Church to deal with it before stepping on the Empire, but be careful.]
“Then I must go there too!”
[Sir Gorg is the body that went to that land as an envoy of our Republic. This is a problem we have to deal with. Don’t worry, I’ll come out myself.]
“Did I hear correctly? Are you crazy? You said that Petus betrayed you, and you’re going to catch him yourself?”
[Kuhmm… Didn’t I say there was a human saint next to me? You say you’re going to be formal?]
“When you’re kidding, you stupid bastard!”
[The old man’s temper… I thought he had calmed down a bit while living in a foreign country, but he’s not. So, so you know. Contact me again.]
“This, you bastard! Don’t hang up! This…”
Gorg, who was holding on to the disconnected communication tool, turned his fierce gaze as if he was trying to take revenge on the knight.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“We’ve only heard a story that’s similar to what Gorg-sama has heard, but less than that.”
“…Yes, I guess.”
Gorg, barely regaining his sanity, nodded and turned his gaze to Ronan.
“Since I heard it from the side, I’m not going to talk too much since I’m aware of the rough situation. Excuse me first.”
“Never mind me.”
“Then I’ll go.”
After a short greeting, Gorg left the greenhouse with quick steps along with the knight who informed him of the urgent news.
And Ronan, who was left alone in his seat, sighed once again as he looked at the backs of the dwarves.
As if he had guessed the chaos that would come here.
* * *
Ugh, should I say that it is fortunate that the urgent fire has been put out?
I couldn’t help but worry about that while taking turns after class.
The conversation I had with the knight commander in today’s class.
To be honest, I don’t know much about the holy relic, so I tried to get over it by arguing moderately while digging up information with useless stories, but the knight commander just said he would believe it, so my intentions were all twisted.
What should I do if I agree so lightly there?
Originally, the goal of emotion starts from such a trivial place.
At least as long as they were hostile to the church, the clergy of different races had to maintain friendly relations at least as they could be used at any time.
So, I caught on, but… the other person didn’t really want to say anything, so I had to do something. I tried to obscure the point by talking here and there, or subtly induced a conversation, but there was no excuse to continue or end the conversation. didn’t come out
The savior who came down at the moment when he regretted not grabbing it was the message of the Dwarf Knight. It seems to be the message of the Dwarven Saint.
It’s good that the commander of the knights who forgot what he was talking about left because the saint delivered the urgent situation of his country…
No matter how much I thought about it, the stories the saint told me continued to haunt me.
Demon worshipers and traitors from the dwarven side have their eyes on the land of humans, and on the headquarters too?
When I first heard that demon worshipers were rampaging all over the land of the dwarves, it reminded me of how they said they would never run into me because they didn’t have to worry about going on a rampage even in the land of humans.
Now that I think about it, didn’t I raise a flag?
How can I make such a basic mistake…!
If the dwarves came over to the human land and were aiming for the empire or church, the story would have changed a lot.
The imperial family and the church would of course want to prevent that. Of course, they would come to the conclusion that they would decide in a short-term battle before crossing into human territory and fighting in human land.
However, the problem was that there was a possibility that a priest who seemed great had betrayed and joined, and that a dwarf saint would come out directly from there, so there was a possibility that the sparks would fly to me as well.
Of course, the church would want to use me to stop it rather than incurring losses by putting in only their own personnel. There was a high possibility that the imperial family would request it to be optimistic, hoping that the princess would stop it. Because the imperial family might want to mobilize me to reduce the variable.
There is a possibility that both sides will try to attract me. Besides, it’s hard to refuse no matter which side asks.
Damn it. I can’t see any way out.
No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t come up with a suitable solution, so by the time I returned to the dorm with a sigh that had increased significantly these days, the princess, who had been unable to see as if she had a lot to deal with over the past few days, suddenly appeared.
With a very firm expression on her face, the princess, who had feelings of tension, greeted me and brought up the story that she had business.
What are the odds that this isn’t what I think it is?
“What are you doing?”
When I asked that question while hiding her burning feelings, the princess began to open her mouth with a stiff face.
“Saint Ronan, I just received a message from the Dwarves. They say that demon worshipers and apostates are heading to our empire.”
That’s right. I haven’t even prepared an excuse to escape yet, but the princess has already been informed of everything and has come to ask for my cooperation.
no! I’m not going! Second! “This time, you absolutely must not leave the academy.”
…huh?
For a moment, I couldn’t tell if I had heard it correctly, or if I was hearing hallucinations because I was so obsessed with not wanting to go, I stared blankly at the princess.
“You shouldn’t look at it like that. The reason I conveyed this story is to inform you in advance. This issue can be solved with the power of our royal family and church, so Saint Ronan doesn’t have to worry about it. No longer will Saint Ronan do such dangerous things. There will be no dragging.”
…I really don’t want to go?
I was very embarrassed when he told me not to go.
