Chapter 47 – The Saint (2)

So, Do-jin had several conversations with the saintess. Among them was the reason why she suddenly became stronger.

“…… That her skills suddenly increased?”

“Yes. I don’t know why……”

“No, please. Already…….”

Hearing this, Charlotte was stunned. Seeing her reaction her, Dojin tilted her head.

After she was silent for a moment, Charlotte regained her composure and opened her mouth.

“That……It means you have reached level 3.”

“Level 3? No, she didn’t even enter the dungeon…….”

“It’s a little-known fact, but people who have crossed their limits once can grow without necessarily catching monsters. Although it is very rare.”

“Rare, how many?”

“If I were to count what I know, I could count them on one hand.”

Charlotte was the closest aid to the saintess and possessed the world’s most vested interests. If that was the number of times she could count on one hand, it surely meant that it had only happened once or twice in the entire world.

When Do-jin heard that such a rare case had happened to her, she marveled inwardly. She didn’t know what it was, but something so rare had happened to her that she had no reason not to like it.

At that time, the saintess gazed intently at Dojin. Dojin also crossed her gray veil and met her eyes her.

Did they say that if you look directly into those eyes, will you go blind?

The saintess whispers to Charlotte. Even with a level 3 hearing, the voice cannot be heard. However, just the vibration of her vocal cords her over her clothes her is expected to make her voice her very seductive.

“The saintess says that if you have something to ask of you, please do so.”

“…… Please?”

“Okay.”

Dojin paused for a moment and pondered. At this moment, what could she ask of the saintess? What does she need her help for?

‘That’s all.’

After a while, Dojin, who finished her worries her, smiled lightly and opened her mouth.

“Show me her face her.”

The saintess looked at Dojin as if she was having fun.

* * *

Unfortunately, my request to show her face was turned down. Saying I’m not ready yet or something.

However, it succeeded in attracting the attention of her saintess to her. I remembered her smile through her veil her.

A refreshing smile that only a person full of interest in her can have. All I could see was an outline, but that was certain.

“Have you been?”

“Yes, ah, can you cook for me now?”

“Yes! Just wait!”

When she arrives at the mansion, she asks the maid who was cleaning her to cook for her, and she goes straight to her room to change her clothes to her.

The clothes she was wearing were thickly stained with blood, ashes, and dust. No matter how many times she washed it with her hands, the stains that were already stained did not come off easily.

She didn’t do much, thought to just throw it away, put it in her bin, and went straight down to the restaurant.

In the dining room, there were bread, soup, salad, and meat that were easily cut to eat. The maid was nowhere to be seen.

‘Did you go to clean?’

I immediately sat down, tore off the bread, dipped it in the soup, gathered the meat and salad, and ate it like a sandwich in one bite.

I was insanely hungry because they didn’t give me a meal in prison. It was not enough to finish the food in an instant, so I went to the kitchen and swept all the leftover bread and meat.

I ate enough meat to support the household, and only then did I slowly realize the amount of food I had eaten.

‘…… No, I think I ate 10 servings.’

Is it possible to increase the amount you eat in just one day?

‘What to do, fighting so much and starving all day…….’

But if you think about it, from yesterday’s lunch until now. I actually skipped 4 meals. Even on Earth, if you’re hungry enough, you’d eat 5 servings of meat by yourself…….

It wouldn’t be strange to eat about 10 servings now that I’m stronger than I was then.

The fact that the amount of power that can be produced has changed means that the amount of calories consumed has also increased.

“Here you are.”

“…… Is it work?”

Ilone approached me as I sat down to digest the food after the meal. Approaching with her legs slightly limping, she stood in front of me and bent her waist.

“Thank you.”

“What?”

“…… I heard you fixed this?”

She tapped her limping leg. Her leg, which had been cut off by a warlock and was therefore judged to never recover.

“I heard they said they couldn’t even fix the fuse.”

“Nothing. Why is your leg lame?”

“Ah, I remember being cut off once, so I feel strangely missing legs.”

It was a fantastic pain. A neurological disease that cannot be easily cured even with modern medicine.

“It’s okay.”

“It’s okay. That’s about it, I somehow……”

“Is it work?”

“Don’t worry! You’ll get well soon!”

“No, not that.”

But this was a fantasy. In fantasy, there is always a fantasy-like method.

“Do you want to?”

“…… Suddenly?”

Ilone is perplexed. Hey, it would be embarrassing if someone who had just been talking about illness and all of a sudden suddenly said he wanted to do it.

However, there was a good reason for doing this.

‘I never thought I’d write it like this.’

A long time ago, when Ilone shared her first experience. She has her skills derived from her.

Pain-pleasure substitution.

Even receiving and feeling her great pleasure came as pain, and her skill was what she wanted so that even that pain could be felt as her own pleasure.

“Oh…… Sleep, this is a restaurant…….”

“Anyway, no one is coming at this time.”

“Ha, ha, but…….”

“If you’re worried, shall we go up to your room?”

Saying so, he stroked Ilone’s leg. Her memory of having her leg amputated made her feel as if she were floating in midair.

If so, the sensation she must be feeling right now is the pleasure she feels in a non-existent part.

The sudden feeling of pleasure in empty space, and the confusion that caused her brain.

“Haha… Gulp.”

She gulps down her saliva. Suddenly, her eyes changed. I wouldn’t even think of the amputation now.

“…… Did you start first?”

She kisses her slowly. Soon, all that was left there was hot pleasure and moaning.

* * *

Do-jin, who sent her back home, went back to her room and lay down on her bed. As her languid body burrows into the soft bed, her mind slowly begins to sink into the sleep.

When he closes his eyes thinking that he should close his eyes for a moment, the soma that came before he knew it pulled him to the bottom of hell.

“What, when did you come?”

“…… Uh?”

However, his spirit, which had been diving somewhere in the other world, is instantly revived by the voice calling him.

Dojin, who woke up, slowly warmed up and looked at the person who called him. Deokgu stood leaning against the door.

“Oh, just now.”

“Yes, our Gwanwoo. You said you’d come before the dinner gets cold. What should I do with this?

“…… Stop it.”

“How can I put up with this?”

Deok-gu, who burst into laughter as he said that, threw the paper he was holding in his arms. When he accepts the folded paper, a familiar-looking writing catches his eye.

“This?”

“Finally finished. It’s a newspaper draft. Actually, it’s more like an information magazine than a newspaper, but….”

After hearing that, Dojin opened the newspaper. Indeed, unlike modern newspapers, which were filled with all sorts of accidents, gossip and useful life information that people would not easily know were written.

“Why are there no incidents?”

“It’s not something that can be published tomorrow…… Because it is important how quickly the incident and accident are communicated.”

“Why is it published?”

“We don’t have a back boat yet.”

Hearing that, Dojin fell into thought for a moment. He remembered his saintess returning to the city.

‘Why is the saintess…… Did she come back to the city?’

To meet him. In order to meet the oracle and make friends with him.

‘Then she…… I can’t stand to see myself put in danger.’

Rather, there was a high probability of helping him and buying him grace. If he had been a person who lacked conscience and morals, he might think differently…….

Isn’t it possible that such an evil person could become a saint in the first place?

“It’s Deokgu.”

“Why?”

“Published. Let’s do it tomorrow.”

“Suddenly what…… Didn’t you hear what I said? Then, if the vested interests were even checked.”

“No, that’s fine.”

“…… Why do you think so?”

Dojin smiled and told me what he thought. How can Deok-gu believe that? He asked.

After thinking about it for a while, Dojin told him about his ability. About its ability to know about the condition of a woman when he touches the genitals.

Hearing this, Deok-gu looked at him with a shocked expression.

“Then you…… Did you have sex with the saintess?”

“No, not that…….”

“Then how…….”

“There is a way. Anyway, this is solid information. Can you publish it even tomorrow?”

“Hey, do you know what time it is?”

At those words, Dojin looked at his watch. It was past 7pm. The sun has long since fallen, and it is time for many people to end their day.

“There are 12 hours left until tomorrow morning.”

“Ha, really…… Should you thank me know?”

“Well then, friend.”

“Are we friends only at times like this?”

Despite saying that, Deokgu did not reject Dojin’s proposal. Deok-gu went into his room and stayed up all night revising the newspaper, and the next day. He succeeded in completing the newspaper.

* * *

“Extra, extra!”

The boy who was passing the newspaper did not know what extras meant, or what was written on the scrap of paper in his hand.

Only if the older brother who handed him the newspaper said, he said so and handed out this paper to people. He said he would give one fairy tale for ten sheets of paper.

The newspaper he embraced is 250 copies, and if you distribute all of them, it is two and a half fairy tales. It was too much money for a poor boy who couldn’t find a decent job.

“Little boy, what is it?”

“It’s a newspaper!”

The boy smiled and handed over the newspaper. The man showed great interest in the paper the boy was holding and handed him the newspaper.

In the newspaper that was handed over, many things were written in fine print. How to easily remove stains from clothes, how to make alcohol thicker, how to deal with a mild cold, etc…….

The man frowned at the tiny writing, and she found a large writing that caught his attention on her.

[Shock! What is the identity of the black magician who has been hiding in the city? And the identity of the adventurer who defeated him…… (Exclusive report)]

If you are a city person, you can’t help but be interested in shocking writings and stimulating cleaning products.

People who did not know that it was a newspaper focused their attention on a subject comparable to the title selection ability of K-Regi, which developed to attract attention.

So one person, three people, ten people.
In one compartment.
All over the city.
To the nobility.
To the saintess.

To the world.

A new concept, the newspaper, was born.