Clue (1)
Arriving in the city, I turned my gaze to the agent wearing a robe like mine.
The agent who received my gaze smiled and looked around.
Don’t laugh. It’s just okay.
“Now, where shall we go?”
?
Why are you asking me about that? Weren’t you accompanying me to decide that?
Of course, no matter where I went, I was going to eventually lead them to the church, but since I asked them openly like that, I doubt they have other plans like last time.
I didn’t feel any malice towards the agent, but I needed to be more careful as he kidnapped me without any malice last time.
“Weren’t you accompanying me to let me know?”
When I asked that question, the agent’s emotions changed to interest.
“If I do the right thing, will you still follow me?”
Isn’t it obvious? If you’re not going to do it, why did you go with me
“of course…?”
When I tilt my head, the agent starts to wonder.
“Does the Holy Son trust me?”
no.
Of course, there is no need to reveal such true intentions.
“Of course. Is there any reason not to trust Rita-sama?”
If you have to argue, I trust this situation and your judgment. Unlike last time, in the middle of an open city, it could really be a problem if someone with a criminal record gets into another accident.
“hmm…”
The agent seemed to be really flustered and stopped talking for a while.
“As expected, Saint Ronan is unusual. I thought he would be hated quite a bit because of the last incident.”
He quickly returned to his voice with a smirk, but it seems that he was paying attention to the incident to some extent to be strangely relieved.
What, did you really think that I might not listen to you?
I have no intention of inserting my personal feelings into public affairs. In addition, I came along because I wanted something.
Aren’t you worried too much?
“I think Rita-sama was misunderstood enough.”
On top of that, it’s my fault to some extent for providing misunderstanding that wings depend only on the god of the beast tribe.
Now that I know roughly what it means to be a saint to a different race, I understand it to some extent.
Anyway, there’s a cute corner to me that I’ve been paying attention to that.
But if you think you might be hated and it bothers you, can you just not do it?
“Misunderstand…I’ll leave it like that for now.”
At the moment when I was revising my image, did I have to wear such an ominous sajok?
I was ignoring the last words of the agent, and then the agent asked another question.
“Then let me change the question. Is there a place you’d like to visit?”
Another question right? What the hell changed.
I looked at it as if I was dumbfounded, but this time, the agent just laughed at me like that.
“I heard that Ronan Saint is the first to encounter such a common city. Have you ever been curious about or wanted to visit a place like that?”
A timely proposal that seems to know my wish…?
Embarrassed, I took a step back and asked a fundamental question.
“Aren’t we here to investigate?”
“Yes. I’m trying to set the direction of the investigation from now on.”
“Then shouldn’t I go to places where demon worshipers are likely to be rather than where I want to go?”
“Actually, we have our own skills in tracking down devil worshipers, but we’re not very sharp when it comes to finding them.”
When he made an expression that he did not know what was different, the agent began to explain.
“Tracking means confirming the devil worshiper. There will be traces of witnesses or dark magic used by the devil worshipers, and based on that, we will pursue those who escaped.”
After saying that, the agent let out a purring sound with a ferocious smile that I had seen before.
Aren’t you making a satisfying noise imagining beating up a devil worshiper right now?
“But there’s really no way to spot a demon worshiper that just might be in a city this big, other than a high-volume, high-stakes scrutiny.”
Of course, I thought there must be some other way, but it seems that it is proceeding in a way that is close to nogada.
I could see how sincere they were towards devil worshipers in the fact that even the leaders of each race took the initiative to do the nogada.
“Besides, no matter how much they cover up their appearance, there is no progress in the search because the races are different. If it is human demon worshipers, the priests of Orionism will be the best to catch them, but the experts of Orionism are not thinking of coming. .”
Why am I all ashamed of it? Even if the priests of the Orion Church were in good condition, I didn’t think they would be particularly good at catching them.
In the past few days, my confidence in the competence of the Orion priests has been hitting the low end…
“The princess and the imperial knights are helping, but there is a limit. If it was a land of beastmen, the efficiency could have been increased by burning the city according to the leader’s judgment…”
Please stop adding such scary words one by one.
“hahahaha, since I came to the land of humans, I plan to follow the laws of humans as much as possible. So don’t worry too much.”
If it is judged necessary, it means that you do not intend to follow it. After all, this agent is awkward!
“So feel free to say it. Do you know again? I wonder if there will be traces of devil worshipers in the place where Saint Ronan wants to go.”
An agent who spits out words that he himself does not take seriously.
Now, to some extent, I am beginning to understand the intention of saying that.
In the end, it takes a lot of effort to find this devil worshiper, but there is no guarantee that it will be found, but it is currently facing difficulties due to various restrictions.
There is no such thing as a devil worshiper, but despite such difficulties, it is a pity for the numerous clerical personnel who have been put in here.
Anyway, since it was such a situation, it seemed that the agent had no intention of using me by impatiently dragging me around.
Did the other priests of different races and the princess talk about it? Or was it just the arbitrariness of the agent?
Since I have an image I’ve built up all this time, did you think that if I asked you to just hang out, I would turn it down, so you were considerate of me in my own way?
At this level, he said that he would give up the day he was with me to find out the devil worshipers and use them to play with me. Isn’t that a pretty big decision for priests of different races who are serious about devil worshipers?
Well… if it’s a really pure favor, I’ll be grateful!
There’s no way a devil worshiper will really come out anyway, so in the end, it’s not a big loss if you hang out with me every day.
“Then I’d like to go to church.”
Having come to a conclusion, I immediately brought out the original purpose.
“You mean the church?”
The agent opened his eyes wide as if he hadn’t expected it at all.
It deserves it.
What you see every day in the academy is the church, and isn’t it a space that seems to have the least connection with devil worshipers?
From the standpoint of the agent, it must have been an incomprehensible choice, since it was not a space to satisfy the saint’s personal selfishness, nor was it to find demon worshipers.
But from the start, my purpose was to somehow get to the church on Delm Street, do some medical work there, and go back, on the pretext that once I got there, I couldn’t pass by sick people.
You don’t have to go to the place you want to go right away without having to turn around. Even if you know that the offer really came out of goodwill for me.
“Saint Ronan’s piety is really hard to fathom…Are you sure you’d be okay with the church?”
Of course! I came out because of that one thing. If it wasn’t for that, I wouldn’t even want to come out of the blanket.
Now, let’s spread rice cakes to go to the church on Delm Street, not the church in the central square.
“It’s like the immaturity of a child trying to find a place where they feel safe because they’re used to it. You don’t need to praise it like that.”
Now, when you arrive at the church located in the central square, all you have to do is ask, “This church is too big. Is there any smaller, more simple church?” You’re going to church. It’s the perfect plan.
“Okay. Then there’s a church on Delm Street. Let’s stop by there.”
what?
Why don’t you go to the church in the central square?
“You mean Delm Street?”
“Yes, it’s not that far.”
It’s definitely not far. Specifically, it’s a distance that can be reached with 3 silver if you take a wagon.
That wasn’t what I was wondering.
However, it was a bit strange for me to ask myself, since I shouldn’t know anything about the city.
Fortunately, the agent heard the story about him first.
“There is also a church in the central square, but it has been locked lately. There are a couple of suspicious parts, but you can’t force yourself to enter a church that has locked itself up, so until we find a clue to the devil worshipers or reopen the church, we won’t be able to. It seems difficult to use.”
Until last time, people were still going to receive it, but now they are blocking entry at all?
It’s incredibly suspicious when you don’t know that it has nothing to do with a real devil worshiper.
By the way, if you lock the door at the church, it seems that you cannot break in with your heart alone unless there is a good reason.
It’s really unexpected. I thought that if it was a different race, they would kick in the door and say nonsense.
After all, since he is a priest, he has basic etiquette.
It was a welcome story for me.
There was no way I could be dissatisfied with the fact that I would go to the destination I wanted without having to make excuses.
So now we just have to convince them to treat the patients once we finally arrive?
Today, for some reason, I had a feeling that it wouldn’t be too difficult because I was lucky.
…
Upon arriving in the carriage and arriving at the church on Delm Street, the agent frowned subtly.
“Why is that?”
“It’s more shabby than I imagined. It smells strange. I think I’m mistaken. Go to the church in the central square right now. I’ll try to convince you somehow.”
Stop it. You came to the right place.
The smell is a musty smell that permeates the entire street anyway, so bear with it. Are there any settings like this?
Besides, what the hell does it mean to try to convince me somehow? I only have ominous thoughts.
“Rita-sama. I’m fine. On the contrary, I’m sure I’m at ease. Where a god is enshrined, what does appearance have to do with it?”
“Since it is a place to enshrine a god, I think it should be even more tidy.”
Since I keep getting cognitive dissonance, could you sincerely stop telling me about such lax excuses that corrupt clergy might use when they build churches and extort property from believers?
“It may vary from person to person. But I’m really fine. Go in.”
I almost pushed the agent’s back, and the agent entered the church as if he couldn’t do it.
The view inside the church, which was nothing special from the last time I came, greeted me.
It still doesn’t hide that it’s old, but the interior that gives off a clean feeling and miscellaneous items are dedicated to Orion’s statue.
And the corolla worn by the statue of Orion, which seems to fit with such a simple atmosphere, but evokes a strange sense of heterogeneity.
The deputy also showed interest as soon as he entered the church, and stood in front of the statue and looked around the garland.
“It’s interesting. No matter how I look at it, I don’t think it’s something that should be here.”
No matter how pretty the shape is made, what kind of corolla would you praise to that extent… isn’t it? Are you criticizing the church for being so shabby?
“There’s no way you can make a corolla like this with naturally occurring flowers. Did you make it from the flowers that were raised for this corolla from the cultivation stage? What does Saint Ronan think?”
I just felt sorry for the crying child stepping on the flower crown, so I repaired it appropriately.
“It’s beautiful. Orion-sama will be happy too.”
“…an embarrassing question.”
I, the person who made the corolla, didn’t have anything to say, so I just gave a rough reply, but the agent lowered his head as if he had asked an embarrassing question.
Anyway, where did my second partner, Priest Reese, go?
“These believers have come…”
You can’t be a nobleman.
As soon as I thought about it, Priest Rhys, who opened the small front door and came in, put on a dumbfounded expression as soon as he saw me and the deputy.
From now on, it’s a gobi.
From now on, somehow I have to find an excuse to tell the agent that I want to treat people.
Now that I think about it, where does the treatment take place? Is there a separate shelter behind the church?
At that time, I didn’t ask in detail because I thought that the next time I came back, Father Reese would tell me about it, but it was a mistake.
I never thought I’d come with someone else.
Even though Priest Reese hadn’t appeared in a while, he only bowed his head deeply without saying anything, as if he recognized me.
I’m grateful that you always look at me better than I thought, but if you greet me that much, I think the agent will think strangely.
“You don’t have to do that. We’re just believers.”
When I hurriedly approached and stopped him, Priest Rhys, who was still standing upright with a bent waist, was still in a respectful posture.
Priest Reese thought I would keep some distance because I was hiding my identity and I hadn’t given him full credit yet, but it was really unexpected.
I thought I’d take the opportunity to talk secretly…
“You are a curious person.”
“Yes.”
I wondered if the deputy might ask Priest Reese something, so I quickly accepted his words.
“What are you doing here…?”
I don’t know if he noticed it or not, but instead of guiding me straight to the patients, Pastor Reese asked me a rather plain question.
“I came to pray for a while.”
“For an old church, you seem to have taken good care of it.”
That’s a compliment or a curse. Just do one.
“It’s all thanks to Orion-sama.”
In response to Priest Reese’s reaction, which went smoothly, the agent looked up and down at Priest Reese as if he was interested.
“Than you think…”
what more than you think
The moment I stood in the middle of the conversation between the two, which seemed to be unexpectedly long, I was restless inside, contemplating whether or not to end the conversation.
“Priest Rhys… My head still hurts today…”
After all, good luck today!
At just the right time, a sick-looking believer opened the door and came in.
The conversation naturally stopped and everyone’s eyes turned to the believer.
In addition, since he was a person who was sick, now, following this believer, naturally, if we move on to talking about people who are sick…
I was so excited about the sudden emergence of a path that I couldn’t continue with my next thoughts.
“Oh…do you have a bad headache today?”
“Don’t even say a word… Please save me. Even if I get treated by the priest, my headache recurs in an instant, but other places treat me like I’m sick and don’t accept it…”
Nonsense.
Something must be wrong with this.
My God, can there be errors with emotional cheats?
I’ve never thought of that before.
I reflexively turned my head to look left and right, then met the gaze of the agent who was looking around with a similarly subtle expression.
Maybe my expression was similar to that of the agent?
The expression on the agent’s face as he looked at me became even more meaningful.
Seeing the agent’s expression, I looked at the believer who claimed to be sick again with a feeling of disbelief.
Ay, no way. Even if what I saw is correct, it must be for some other reason. Could it really have something to do with devil worshipers?
Seeds of Corruption.
A very disturbing word was written on the Shinto’s status ailment window.
