Reincarnated as a saint (2)
I desperately rolled my head. It was a desperate roll with the survival instinct buff added.
Originally, Ronan did not have a mark on the back of his hand.
And now I have a mark on the back of my hand.
Obviously, Ronan died in that solitary confinement, but I’m still alive here, and I’m called a saint. Lastly, even the divine being I met.
It wasn’t hard to guess what had happened.
“Ah, yes. Thinking of that day makes my back ache.”
The cardinals’ eyes narrowed slightly.
Eyes trying to figure out what to do with this.
“But I don’t think you need to excommunicate that priest. I gained enlightenment through those harsh teachings.”
Actually, it doesn’t matter at all whether he is excommunicated or not, but at least forgiving the person who tried to kill me will infuse my words with sincerity.
“Oh, can you tell me, a fool, what enlightenment is?”
“Everything God has done is right.”
“…isn’t that natural?”
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Looking at the cardinal, who had a benevolent voice like that of the grandfather next door, but in his heart he was contemplating whether to declare heresy at least straight away, I wished him well and tried to keep a smile on his face as innocent as possible.
By the way, I’m a saint. What a heresy declaration. Is this correct?
“I didn’t know the obvious reason, so I caused this kind of abuse. If everything God does is right, it’s clear that everything God does is right. That priest must have felt like swallowing his gallbladder.”
It felt like hives broke out all over my body when I was about to say the nonsense of a fanatic that I didn’t even have in my heart, but I held it in.
“Hoo…”
There was a hint of surprise in the cardinal’s eyes, and he began to feel the tension around him dissipate.
“Did you know? The stigma on the back of Saint Ronan’s hand is not an ordinary Orion-sama’s.”
Huh? I said I’m a saint. I met a god. Isn’t that why I got stigmata?
“Oh, is that so? I didn’t know.”
“Do you remember anything? Did you meet Orion-nim during your penance and receive instruction?”
Penance is a piece of sh*t. Since when did going to death change into a time of penance?
“I’m not sure if it’s Orion-sama. The god I met didn’t say anything different, and he looked like a woman. But thinking about it again, I feel like a man, a child, or an old man. Do you know the name of the god you saw?”
The god Orion is portrayed in male form, so he probably isn’t the god Orion.
When I asked the cardinals half with the feeling of having a bite, and half thinking that I might get some information, the cardinals exchanged glances among themselves.
It’s obvious that you don’t know either.
“You mean he didn’t reveal his name?”
“yes.”
“Are you sure it took the form of a human?”
“yes.”
For a moment, whispers of doubt rang out among the cardinals.
Gradually, Ronan’s memories were assimilated into me.
A tribal god takes on the form of that tribe.
If he is in human form, he must be a human god, but he is not Orion.
Of course it can be confusing.
“Heh heh…then the answer is simple.”
What? It was clear that everyone didn’t know.
Even the cardinal, who takes his luck, is still lost on the inside.
However, the tone was so confident that even the other cardinals turned their gazes, wondering what the cardinal was going to say.
“That god would be Orion-nim. He came to teach the saint, but he did not reveal his true face and name because he was still judged to be insufficient as a saint.”
“Oh, I see…”
“hehehe, if the saint continues to teach us about Orion, Orion will truly appear in front of you and bless you.”
What is that?
He was a true born cheater.
How can you make up a lie that even you don’t believe in so quickly?
Even in that short lie, I was thrilled to see them frame me as an imperfect saint and even take a psychological advantage by asking them to learn.
Is this the quickness of a skilled corrupt cardinal? Even a web novelist can succeed.
“Aren’t you truly the honbok of the church? The true flowering of a boy saint who has learned through penance is already visible.”
“Cardinal Levia’s sincere insight is astonishing. I am also moved.”
Now I was very dizzy from the cardinals playing drums, playing janggu, biting and sucking and fussing with each other.
Why don’t you guys go out and talk about that nonsense? I’m so confused right now?
“Then, for the time being… why don’t we refrain from approaching outsiders and give the saint ‘advice’?”
At that remark, the thoughts that had flowed elsewhere awakened as if cold water had been poured on them.
When I saw the cardinals with hearty smiles looking at me and expressing their agreement, I felt my danger gauge rise vertically.
No, wasn’t it enough to prove faith in the church and sainthood?
“Of course. I also want to see the figure of a saint who quickly becomes a butterfly and preaches light to the world.”
“Do you mean this? If our ‘advice’ can speed up that time, I think I’ll be proud beyond compare.”
f*ck these bastards.
What the hell is that subtle accent and gloomy aura in that ‘advice’ part?
You guys are doing this to brainwash me by locking me in a colorful solitary cell!
So typical!
After all this, the brainwashing corruption ending that I really like the teachings of the cardinals has come to pass. Especially because of that pig who thinks that he has been hiding his sinister eyes since a while ago!
“The… Cardinals.”
At my words, the cardinals’ eyes moved benevolently, as if asking them to say something.
They were eyes that wanted to hear what the goose had to say before cutting open the stomach.
Frankly, this is the best I have of Ronan’s memory, but I’m not sure if it will work or not.
If this offer is rejected, it will feel strange to make another offer.
You may be suspected of having other thoughts.
I hoped that it would work, and I threw my gambler, trusting the cardinals’ desire.
“I’m fully aware of the fact that it’s a child’s beating. A childish expression would be more appropriate. I dare you to ask, can’t I finish my training period at the place where I was educated?”
The cardinals’ eyes turned sharp, as if they were trying to grasp my true intentions, as if this was an entirely unexpected proposal.
“The saint… the saint is a very precious body.
“There will be problems with the escort. You shouldn’t even injure your precious body.”
Of course, the cardinals, who did not understand the true intentions and judged that there was nothing to be gained, expressed their opposition.
The things you brought there as an excuse… Advertise that you don’t believe in the clergy. Where have things like love and faith gone?
“What is there to put my body in danger among the followers of the god Orion? I just want to be with my colleagues who have been taught the same way as before. Among them, there are many great people like the children of the cardinals here. “
“…”
For a moment there was a chilling silence between the cardinals.
It was an awkward airflow that anyone would notice, and in an instant, a sparking war of nerves broke out between the cardinals.
If the church has been brainwashing and using saints to their liking, then the saint’s will must be the meaning of the church’s cardinals.
And even that implication was likely to be a clumsy compromise between the cardinals taking care of their own desires.
From my point of view, these old men were more like powerful people than priests, and more like corrupt people of power. A corrupt power group working with one heart and one mind toward the same goal?
Where in the world is there such a thing
In the midst of this, what if you could make friends with yourself while keeping the will of a saint who is very faithful and fanatical about the church and doesn’t seem to need brainwashing?
A means to create a very strong support for one’s will was created.
In the church, not only in the church, but also in the world, the meaning of saints seems enormous.
Nominally, he is a non-existent being chosen directly by God, so he is above the pope in terms of rank, and the support and support of the people is tremendous.
There are people who curse the high-ranking clergy, saying that they are no different from corrupt nobles, but no one curses at the saint.
The saint itself is the proof of God and the incarnation of right and wrong.
Since the presence of the stigmata makes the saint a perfect being on behalf of God to prove himself, absolute justification is given to everything.
What if you could influence such a saint to your will? If at least you could make friends and induce opinions in your favor?
“How can a saint’s heart be so kind? I can’t possibly refuse this lovely request.”
“That’s right. That’s right. At a young age, the teachings we get from our peers can be more important than our words.”
Cardinals who had relatives, such as children or grandchildren currently in the process of apprenticeship, quickly defended my opinion.
“Huh…no matter how you go through the apprenticeship process, you’ll have to visit not only this place but also other places, but it’s too dangerous.”
“Besides, what can the saint gain from the apprenticeship process? The saint himself is theology.”
And those who do not have children or related persons who are currently in the process of probation objected to keep the opponent in check.
The number itself was less on the side of defending my opinion, but the overall right to speak was a little stronger, so the antagonism with a lot of thrill was maintained.
I feel like chewing some popcorn.
And finally.
“If the saint’s opinion is the case, how can we refuse? When your body recovers, proceed as usual.”
done! it’s okay!
The opinion of the pro-choice side, which was pushed under the pretext that it is the opinion of a saint and should be respected, was finally passed.
“But Saint Ronan. We have to announce that we need your imperfect stigma and the teachings accordingly.”
“Anyway, there has never been a saint who needed further education because of his imperfect stigmata.”
“In the church, for the time being, you will be treated more like an apprentice rather than an official saint. Since the saint himself wanted it, there is no turning back.”
However, in a situation where external contact could occur to some extent and it was not completely in their hands, everyone was eager to take away the legitimacy of the saint in unison, probably judging that it was uneasy to take care of all the authority of the saint right away.
“I won’t accept anything. Just thank you. Thank you very much.”
These are things you don’t even need right now anyway. There’s nothing to regret.
Maybe it was because they felt that the way I bowed my head and expressed my gratitude saved their authority.
The cardinals who showed a sense of satisfaction implicitly disappeared one by one, leaving behind words to take care of themselves.
So please don’t use the saint as a living doll and treat him as a precious person, huh? I’ll do as much lip service as you like.
Even though I had just woken up, my exhausted mind wanted to fall asleep again, but I might fall asleep forever from tomorrow after sleeping now, so I patted both cheeks and forcibly awakened my mind.
It was necessary to thoroughly scan Ronan’s memories.
For now, it will have the biggest impact on my course of action.
The number of gambles he had just thrown could not have come to mind if it had not been for the status of the saint of this world that existed in Ronan’s memory.
I was lost in thought, going through all my memories, when I felt the door open again and someone coming in.
The person who entered this time was a small girl unlike before.
At the same time as the question of who is it?, the phrases that popped up on the girl’s head gave an answer.
Celia Soburn
Beneath the name was also written trivial personal information.
…an apprentice cleric?
However, what caught my eye this time was the job of a probationary priest.
Besides, it was a girl who vaguely remained in Ronan’s memory that he had just skimmed through.
He was one of the apprentice priests who took classes with Ronan.
“Celia Sovern?”
When I called her name first, Celia, who had come in and was confused and didn’t know what to do, approached me in surprise.
“Yes, four! My, will you give me the honor, Lord, of kissing the stigma…?”
It was to the point where I felt sorry for him to finally finish his words even though he was shaking so much that I was worried about how much he was shaking.
Unconsciously, her aura stood out.
Great pressure, awe, fear. Very little curiosity.
Is this the feeling of a saint that ordinary people encounter?
After all, something must be wrong with those cardinals.
If you’re a saint, you don’t know if you have to be worshiped by everyone like this, so it’s not normal.
“You don’t have to be so rigid. We’re classmates of the same apprentice priest.”
“How dare I!”
It was quite cute to cover my mouth when the embarrassed voice went out of tune.
“I can’t help it if that’s comfortable.”
As if I couldn’t help it, I handed over my right hand, and Celia took my hand as if accepting a valuable item and kissed the back of my hand.
It’s far better than kissing old people.
“But what’s going on?”
“Andreo-nim has ordered me to serve Ronan-nim starting today…”
“hmm…”
Exclusive attendant?
I rolled my head for a moment at the unexpected development.
I wonder what kind of religious group the same priest treats other priests as if they were his personal servants, but here it was more common than I thought.
High-ranking priests had other priests as attendants, and people didn’t find this particularly strange either.
There was even a perception that it was natural for them to be treated that way, as they were the ones who assisted God at the highest level.
Have you changed all the cheat keys that usually get people’s support most easily in religious groups, such as philanthropy and equality?
However, according to that logic, even if they arbitrarily concluded that half a penny was a saint and left, it was not appropriate to attach assistants as apprentices when I was a saint in name and color.
If you’re going to be treated like an apprentice for the time being and you’re going to be treated like an apprentice, then why don’t you attach an attendant at all?
Is there even an apprentice who is halfway assigned an attendant and even that? It was obviously odd.
Then there must be a reason why Celia was deployed.
…
Suddenly, the images of the cardinals, who had been feverishly a while ago, came to mind.
That’s right. After all, this is also an extension of taking care of one’s own interests.
Cardinals like to put restrictions on my authority just in case something goes wrong, but the higher my authority is, the better it is for the church, and precisely for themselves.
In other words, they want to build up their inner side only to the extent that they can control it.
The conclusion drawn from that was this ambiguous treatment, neither taking care of nor not taking care of.
If I were to add my cerebral fiscials to this, of course all the high-ranking clerics who were originally supposed to wait on me would already have factions.
Believers without a faction? Cardinals, the highest rank in the church, are so messed up.
From the point of view of the cardinals, I would have hated having a person from a certain faction as my attendant.
You will have more contact with me than anyone else, so who do you like?
finally came to an agreement
Then, select one of the children who do not belong to any faction and use it temporarily.
He said that he wants to complete the apprenticeship course, so he can choose one of his fellow apprentices.
Except for the children of families with connections anywhere. Except for your children!!
In any case, it’s great or disgusting to pay attention to this part in such a short period of time and manage Yaryo…
Thanks to you, I’m glad I got a temporary one who doesn’t belong to a faction of the church yet.
Concluding that Celia was harmless, I invited Celia to sit down as she was still looking at me.
…Well, a life where you can order a cute girl your age to do this and that. Maybe not bad.
It took me quite a while to regain my sanity.
