50 – Saint Maiden’s Trouble (1)

“Long live the saint!”

“Death to the corrupt hypocrites!”

‘Why… Did this happen?’

I just took care of a little bit of garbage that sells the name of God. They parted their greasy stomachs and gave alms.

But at some point, when I came to my senses, I realized that I had become a saint.

A saint, isn’t it possible that I could become such a noble person?

Above all, if she becomes a saint, she will not be able to meet and marry the man of her destiny. That’s not allowed.

However, in this frenzied atmosphere, there was no way my argument would be accepted.

[I am not a saint…?]

[Saint Maid…! You don’t have to humble yourself for fools like us!]

It seems that I have already been imprinted in their heads as a saint.

If I said it, people who would consider sand to be flour wouldn’t believe it even if they died saying, “I’m not a saint.”

“Ehh…”

Chii Iik-

“aaa!!”

“Waaa!!”

As the flesh full of blood and grease burns, it emits unpleasant sounds and smells everywhere, and people around it cheer and scream loudly.

It would be normal for a normal girl to be disgusted by the scene, but a girl who is revered as a saint doesn’t do that at all.

“Huh…”

‘But, well… I’m not in a very bad mood, so let’s hang out.’

Wielding a heated iron, the girl smells the meat of the demons wearing the iron and laughs.

‘Above all, God will say that I did well.’

Anyway, how could these old pigs pretending to be priests and sucking blood not be demons?

If you send these demons in human form to pain and send them to the side of a god, then the god who received the gift will be happy too.

“Oh, little girl…”

“Huh?”

“How dare you talk to the saint!!”

While they are enjoying themselves, a frightened but determined voice comes from beside her.

I turned my head in the direction of the voice, but there were so many people that I couldn’t see the person speaking.

Puck- Puck-!!

“You’re not worthy of being talked to by a demon like you!!”

“Kill!!”

Swearing and beatings are very loud.

I don’t think they simply flocked.

“Everyone, please step aside.”

“Saint?!”

People seem to have been abrupt in my actions, and even when I told them to move away, they just hesitated and stayed still.

Ah… Really, that bothers me. What are you so slow?

“Ugh!?”

“Let’s see…”

I was able to find the owner of the voice only after I removed the people with my hands.

The eyes of the old priest, bruised everywhere, are looking at me. Far from hostility, the eyes felt only warmth.

“Who do you dare to target?”

“Stop it.”

“Yes!?”

“I told you to stop.”

“But… But these guys are vampires disguised as priests… Al, okay…”

I don’t want to explain further, so I tighten my eyes and stare at it, but a man with a strong physique much bigger than me steps back in fear.

Well… First of all, we need to check if he is really corrupt. What are they doing?

“Kh… Ugh…! Girl… I understand your anger… But don’t do this…!”

“Huh…”

An old priest who has become a mess speaks to me with a strained voice.

I don’t like the words, but the energy radiating from his body is golden, unlike the pigs behind him, so he’s a good person!

“Old man, did you know about the corruption of those demons?”

“…Yes, but this violent—”

“You knew, but being silent is no different from sympathizing with them.”

“…”

“Everyone, take care of this person and evacuate him.”

“Yes, yes…!”

It’s embarrassing to suddenly take on the role of a saintess, but for now, I’ll have to act in accordance with the image of a saintess I’ve been thinking of.

A saint who destroys evil and works for good.

…………

“What bothers me is this again…”

I had to steal the territory and go through a trial, but a very annoying thing happened.

Ignorant peasants were seduced by the girl who called herself a saint, and the peasants followed the self-proclaimed saint and occupied the church and harmed the clergy there.

The clergy who were too reckless suffered endless pain and then killed them, and those who ate moderately burned their whole bodies with a pharynx engraved with the sentence “Devil”, But they did nothing to the faithful priests.

“Brother, the peasants who suffered from the corrupt priests seem to recognize that fake saintess as a real saint.”

“Hmm…”

If this is the case, even if we catch the fake saintess and burn her at the stake, it will take a long time for her situation to subside.

If you cut everything down with a knife, it would calm down right away, but it is difficult to solve the problem of faith mixed in that way.

I’m tired…

“First of all, did you find out anything about the fake saint?”

“I couldn’t approach him because there were so many followers, but I found out that he was an orphan and that he was a believer who went to church three times a day.”

“Three times a day?”

“Yes, oppa. This is the information I obtained from the merchant who often came and went to that fake hometown. He said that he goes to church three times in total: once at dawn, once at noon, and once at sunset. There was talk, but I’m not sure.”

“…If you’re that faithful, it seems fitting that you pray before going to bed.”

That person claims to be a saint?

Hmm… If you’re faithful enough to go to church three times a day, you probably don’t know the weight of the word saint…?

“Write… Anyway, what I have to do won’t change.”

Sending a subjugation army is an established fact.

No matter how great a job it is to sever the belly of corrupt priests, you shouldn’t mess up the administration by causing a commotion like this.

Above all, if there is such an uproar, there will be many obstacles to castrating the power of the church forces later.

Assassination is done when the subject is not tense and defenseless, not when the nerves are extremely sensitive.

First of all, it’s a little bit like calling each and every fake saintess a fake.

“What’s the fake saint’s name?”

“It’s called Jeanne.”

“Sleeping…”

…How come you have the same name as a famous saint on Earth.

With that name, she claims to be a saint…

Uh… Well…

“Why is that?”

“No, nothing.”

Although magic is very weak, it is also a world where magic exists, and above all, I am a person who has experienced reincarnation.

Something… I don’t feel good. I feel like I shouldn’t treat you fake.

“I’m going to send a punitive force, but I’ll have to capture the sleeping woman instead of killing it.”

You could be a real saint, right?

I wouldn’t have cared about it normally, but I think I should listen to him a little bit about his name and how he was a faithful believer.

Ah, by the way… Aras has been sent on leave for probation, so who should I send?

Hmm, it’s not good to keep relying on Arras, so I’ll have to train successor generals from now on. I should ask Arras to recommend some juniors who seem suitable.

…………

“Really… Are you okay?”

“I can’t help it.”

“But if the punitive forces come, that girl will surely die!”

A young man yells at an old man in an old, dilapidated house.

The shout is half anger, but the other half filled with intense feelings of self-doubt.

They have no choice but to feel guilty for using an ignorant little girl as an arrowhead for their own lives.

“Then will you lead us?”

“That’s…!”

“I can’t do it because my life is precious? If I can’t, I’ll shut up.”

“…Yes, Chief.”

However, the young man does not refute the village chief’s cynical answer and lowers his head clenching his teeth.

These two are the village headman and villager living in a village belonging to the church territory. Suffering from continued exploitation, the village chief created this saintess commotion by using an orphan girl who had no place to go.

The village chief who transformed the girl, Jeanne, into a saint is putting the girl at the forefront and killing all the priests who have exploited them so far, opening a huge revenge play.

All the villagers who have a grudge against the corrupt church joined the operation and supported the girl as a saint, and eventually came to this point. He had already occupied three churches and sent the corrupt priests there to the side of God.

“The high-ranking people can’t kill us all. If they kill us, who will go to the land?”

“…That’s right.”

“So, isn’t that an orphan who is not from our village, but an outsider, as a target for arrows? This uproar will be subdued someday, but at that time, if the lives of the village chief and that girl are paid for, all of you will be able to live. .”

“Chon, blind…!”

“Don’t cry, it makes me feel bad when a dull guy like you cries.”

To drive a girl who knows nothing and is just a faithful believer to death like this, I feel a lot of remorse, but I can’t help it.

Revenge and survival are basic human instincts.

You can send the bad guys who exploited us to hell, and we can survive safely, with only a little remorse.

“Then, let’s help that fake saintess more from now on. Shouldn’t we pick at least one more pig’s belly until the subjugation army arrives?”

“Yes…!”

But they don’t know.

How fanatically that fake saintess had faith in God, and the reason why the village chief came up with the word saintess after seeing Jeanne.

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