Chapter 7 – The Hero Demanded Proof
“Conditions?”
After the commotion in the town, I headed home with the saintess.
I could n’t continue her conversation with her while her villagers were watching me and saying her prayers of her.
Of course, Genoa was still watching me suspiciously, but that didn’t stop her saintess.
After witnessing the miracle of her surviving her even if her throat was cut by a knife, there was no reason to stop her as a saint anymore.
The saintess was in a situation where she had to take me to the transfer capital instead of the Guyana Church to prove that the oracle she received was real, so she didn’t show any signs of doubting me.
“Yes, it is a very simple condition.”
As soon as she entered the house, the saintess told me to head to the imperial capital together, and I was about to put a condition on it.
In my opinion, the saintess frowned as if she did not understand this situation, but she did not easily reveal her refusal of her.
“Fu, to be a condition for the glorious job of being chosen as a hero.”
“If anything, it’s fine if you don’t become that hero. I don’t see any benefit from being a hero, right?”
“… Let’s start by hearing what those conditions are.”
When I said that I could beat the hero, the saintess answered me with a frightened expression.
Of course, I had no intention of quitting her hero, but if I ever made that decision, the position of her saintess would be very difficult.
“First of all, I need to find a house near the capital, no, the Guyana Daishinjeon. And I need the right amount of support to live a good life.”
“… That shouldn’t be difficult, but do you need it?”
The saintess looked at me and tilted her head.
She was going to become a warrior and wander around all kinds of dangerous places on the continent, but she was wondering if she really needed a house in the capital.
“There is no misunderstanding. It is not a place for me to use.”
I responded with a smile at the saintess’s words to her.
After all, the house I requested was for a ghetto inspiration, not me.
The village where the ghetto old man and I lived was in such a remote place that even the Demon King’s army was not interested.
However, in the end, in my previous life, the ghetto old man was chosen as a sacrifice by the demon king’s army to simply piss me off.
In the end, while thinking about the safest place from the Demon King’s army, the place that came to mind was the capital of the empire, near the Great Hall.
It was a place that had never been invaded by the Demon King’s army in the previous history, so it was judged that the ghetto old man would not suffer a ridiculous death like before.
“Oh, did you ever have a family?”
The saintess, who glanced around me and the ghetto old man’s house, asked.
I slowly nodded her head in response to her question her, and soon I could confirm that the corners of her saintess’s mouth her curled up.
‘Hmph, it’s obvious without looking at what your bitch is thinking.’
Perhaps, she thought she had caught on to one of my weaknesses in her.
Taking her family hostage would be a pretty good leash.
He must have thought that providing a house and some living expenses for the price of putting a leash around the hero’s neck was a lucrative trade.
‘In my previous life, that kind of bullshit would have worked, but this time I don’t know.’
I thought that while laughing at the saintess in my heart.
To be honest, I had already considered the possibility of holding a saint or a ghetto old man hostage in the Guyana Church.
Even so, the reason I put such a condition on her saintess was because she was confident that somehow she would seek inspiration from the ghetto.
No, even if the ghetto old man were taken hostage, there was nothing they could do to me.
They wouldn’t be able to do anything to me, a warrior, and I just had to deliberately slow down.
To be honest, since I’ve already saved the world once, I didn’t care what happened to this world.
Even so, if they were to harm the ghetto old man, I even had the intention of cooperating with the Demon King.
“Okay. For that reason, I accept your terms. It will be a little overbearing.”
The saintess hid her true feelings and told me so.
No matter how much she was a saint with the label of coming from a brothel, the saint was a saint.
It wouldn’t be too much of a challenge for her to get her own home and afford a decent living.
Even so, the reason that the saintess, Marianne, was telling me that she was in pain was to create a debt in my heart.
‘Because I’ll just look like a country noob.’
I laughed even when I recognized Marianne’s sinister intentions her.
To be honest, I was not offended by her tricks in the slightest.
It was rather nice to see her acting as I expected.
‘Cause the more she does her crap, the more I’ll enjoy torturing her.
“Good night.”
“However, I also have a condition.”
“Condition?”
“Family members decide to leave later. There are people who are eagerly waiting for you to come to the capital.”
I laughed at Marian’s words.
Who’s waiting for me to come?
At most, there would be only Aaron, who was trying to protect the unstable crown prince’s place as her hero her, and Marianne, who was trying to prove herself to be a real saint.
The appearance of a hero meant that the world would fall into unbearable hardships, and most people naturally hate hardships.
“Great. Do that.”
I complied with her request her even though I was fully aware of Marian’s tricks of her.
Even the ghetto old man would need time to pack up and leave town anyway.
And it would be much safer for the ghetto old man to move separately than to move with me.
“Then, let’s start right away.”
At my words, the saintess said that with an impatient expression.
However, I slowly shook my head at her saintly words and looked at her.
“The family agreed to leave later, didn’t I say I would go right now?”
At my words her, the saintess’ face began to slightly distort.
**
“I beg your pardon?”
“So, I can’t believe you are a saint.”
At my words her, the saintess was so absurd that she had an angry expression on her face her.
It might have been natural for Marianne to be angry when I said that she would not believe that she was a saint after having talked for a long time.
“Ha. You’ve seen the Paladins of the Church, right? And, I decided to listen to all of your conditions.”
“Of course it was. But isn’t that proof that you are a saint?”
“… What the hell are you talking about? I am a saint, so you want me to prove that I am a saint?”
Marianne asked me, with her drugged up face her, questioning me.
I turned to her and gave her a light shrug and replied with a natural look.
“I proved that I am a warrior too.”
“… That, that’s it If, by any chance, you felt bad about what happened earlier, I will apologize on your behalf.”
Marian said that with an expression that she finally understood why I said that.
It seems that I was offended by Genoa’s attitude to her and decided that I was putting up a fight.
But that was just the saintess’ misunderstanding, and I had a different purpose.
“No, I apologized. Prove you too. Isn’t that fair?”
“… So what how? Can I show you some divine magic?”
I burst out laughing at the saintess’ words.
Divine magic was something that not only the saintess but other priests could do as well.
“That’s right, it’s something other priests can do too. Isn’t there something special about being a saint?”
“Ha. I don’t know what the misunderstanding is, but she’s a saint and she doesn’t have any special powers. I can only hear the will of the Goddess.”
Marian sighed in response to my words her.
In fact, it was all lies.
The saintess certainly possessed special powers different from those of ordinary priests.
Unlike her ordinary priests her, her recovery magic her was able to heal her wounds without leaving any traces, and her blessings her were unusually powerful.
Still, the reason Marian lied was simple.
It would have been a waste to use her own power in a place like this, and even for a country boy like me.
‘Well, after using magic once, she was a bitch.’
I curled up the corners of my lips as I watched Marianne calmly tell her lies.
I already knew that she would n’t reveal her power her here anyway.
“Okay? It’s a pity.”
“… When in doubt, go to the capital together. There are many people who can prove my identity there.”
“No, I will not accompany you until you prove yourself.”
At my words, Marian bit her lip in frustration.
A situation in which she, for her part her, must somehow quickly get me to the capital.
But when I forced myself, there was no way.
‘Take her head, Marian.’
I whispered that to her as I watched Marianne staring at me with her frustrated expression.
However, Marianne was only crumpled by her impression of her, as if she could n’t come up with a good way.
In the end, unable to wait for her, I decided to give her a hint of her.
“As far as I know, the Saint of Guyanese came from a brothel?”
“… What?”
At that, Marianne raised her light blue eyebrows and glared at me.
Her Marianne’s origins were known to everyone on the continent, but she hated to have anyone bring it up in front of her.
“Maybe I am wrong?”
“…”
“Couldn’t that be? It makes your identity even more suspicious to me.”
My words made Marianne frown.
She was in a situation where, in order to prove that she was a saint, she had to admit to herself the origin she hated the most.
“Right. I was born on Raksha Street, the dirtiest and rundown brothel in the capital of the Aslan Empire.”
Marianne said to me, clenching her fists tightly.
It was so difficult for her to admit her origins from her that she could see her tears welling up in her eyes.
“Okay?”
“… Yes. What’s wrong with that?”
“No, you seem to be misunderstanding something. I was just thinking of a way to prove that you are a saint.”
“What do you mean? How could being born in Raksha be a way to prove that I am a saint… Suck.”
Marian, who had been talking to her until there, stopped talking hastily.
She, too, seemed to have finally remembered what I was talking about.
“… You can’t.”
“Okay. If you come from the brothel of the empire, whether it’s on the street of raksha, don’t you have something?”
At my words, Marian’s expression began to contort.
She said it was not illegal to engage in sex trafficking within the Empire.
But that didn’t mean that women who prostituted themselves were viewed favorably, and the high-ranking officials of the empire didn’t like them hiding their identities and living a new life.
So, the law she made was to leave a mark that could not be erased even with divine magic on the bodies of the people who came from the brothel.
‘And that mark will be left on her butt her.’
I looked at Marianne with her laid-back expression of her, and Marianne glared at me and began telling her lies again.
“It is true that I am from there, but I am not a prostitute. Of course it doesn’t have the stigma you think it has.”
She was speaking with the utmost composure, but I knew she was lying.
The empire stigmatized those born there, even if they were not prostitutes.
It was not only prostitutes that high-ranking people wanted to isolate from society, but also illegitimate children born there.
Besides, I knew that the stigma was still on Marianne’s body in her.
“Then you must be fake.”
I said that, laughing at her as if I were making fun of her Marian her.
“I know that the first sensation that a baby born in a brothel feels is being scalded by a hot iron. Seeing that you deny that, it seems that you are not a saint.”
“… How do you even know that?”
At my words of her, Marian asked me that with a look of resentment.
The look on the face of a country boy who had never seen a place like a brothel asked how he knew such a thing.
“You can learn a lot by reading a book.”
When I replied with a smile, Marianne’s eyes sunk.
“I don’t know what the purpose is she, but she pretended to be a saint. Get out of here right now.”
I said that to Marian, and she finally asked me with a look of determination that Marian couldn’t back down.
“… After, good. Would you believe me if I showed you the mark?”
I looked at the saintess who answered as I intended and gave her a strange smile.
