Chapter 291 – Extraversion 4. Marianne (1) – Saint’s Past

Chapter 291: Abduction 4. Marianne (1) – Saint’s past

“Hey, follow the nun over there.”

“… Can’t I follow you?”

“No. Hurry up and follow me! Hurry!
Are you leaving the nun’s way now?! Hurry!”

My mother urged me as she watched the nun’s back as she left.
That’s right.
I am a commoner’s child.
The weakest child among many, many children.
It was not easy to make her work, she was younger than her sisters and brothers, and she had no tact.
A long war devastated the land, and men were conscripted into the army.
Grandpa, Dad, and even my older brother.

The elderly, women and children had to farm and pay taxes on their behalf.
The grain for consolation exceeded half of the harvest, and we fished in the ditches for a living.
Even the fish were scrambled to catch them, so they had to peel off the bark and eat them.
At this rate, the entire family would starve to death.
In the end, to cut down on my appetite, I had to enter a convent.

“Your name is ‘Marianne’ from today.”

With one word from the abbess, my name was decided.

Original name?
I don’t remember.
I forgot.
Now I can’t even remember the faces of my mom and dad.
I don’t want to remember.
Same goes for siblings.
But it was fine.

“Hey! Hi?
Did you come to the convent too?
Here I am ‘Rebekah’.
Forget the old name.
What does that matter?
Hehe.
Can we come here and eat?
That’s it.
Let’s play together often like we did in the old days~”

Because now I have a new sister.

In the convent, apprentice nuns or apprentice priests call each other “Brother ○○” Or “Sister ○○.”
But we’re not really brothers and sisters, and we don’t think of each other that way.
Everyone is a family in the love of the sun god… In reality, it is not.
But Rebekah really was my sister.

“Marie, would you like to try this?
It’s so delicious!!”

“Uh… ? Isn’t this expensive cheese?
Where did you get it from?”

“Hee hee, I borrowed something I secretly hid in the corner while cleaning the headmistress’s room~”

“!!! Boy! If you get caught then, scold!”

“The abbess was also smuggled in, how can I punish her?
Let’s eat it quickly before we get caught and scolded!
Now, half of this is yours!”

“Uhh~~ I can’t do this…”

“Yum yum yum. Uhm~ It’s so delicious~”

“… Really?”

“Yum Yum. Then! Come on, try it!”

The cheese was really good.
It was twice as delicious as it was lightly grilled over an open fire!
Compared to the wheat porridge that comes out every day, it is truly a blessing from the sun god!
Rebekah was such a cheerful fellow.
No, it was my older sister and younger brother.

“Ah~ prayer time is so boring~
Also, when do I clean, do laundry, farm, and pick grapes~”

“Still, I can put it in my mouth.”

“Phi. Number of animals!
Would you like to spin a spider web in your mouth?
We’re not kids anymore.
I want to meet a wonderful man and go out into the wide world.”

“Hey! Rebekah!
Lower your voice!
Then you get caught by the director again and are in charge of cleaning the bathroom?”

Fuck!

The sound of two bamboo sticks colliding.
Rebekah and I looked back in surprise.
A senior nun glaring at you with a ferocious face.
Roughly, that means:

‘There! What a joke?!
Conversation is prohibited outside of the prescribed disciplinary time!’

Practice of silence.
The principle of the convent is not to talk outside of the designated time.
Since life is prayer, let’s learn God’s language through prayer instead of human language!
… He said that was the original intention.

But in reality, it was to make it easier to control apprentice nuns and lower-ranking nuns.
Prevention of whistleblowing.
And information control.

So we made a hand signal.
Fingers, palms, feet, glances, etc.
We always had fun with the secret conversation between the director and the senior nuns.

Life in the convent was boring, but there was a lot to learn.
I learned to write, read books, and made friends.
Faith is more than reading the scriptures and praying, proving it through the actions of my life.
I found my faith in a life of honesty and integrity and in the enjoyment of friends.
The sun god’s words filled my heart that had been abandoned by my family, and Rebekah and other friends became my new family.
Is it so.
For me, the cathedral, the convent here, became my new home.
The sun god became my new parent and took care of me.
It was a day of studying His love and discipline, and polishing her mind.

Then one day.

Ugh!

During prayer, light came down from the sky and a pillar of light surrounded me.
I’m praying, so I don’t know.

During that time I saw a vision and heard the voice of the sun god.

[My daughter.]

… ?
My dad has never been taken to a battlefield before, has he?

[My daughter.
My daughter, Marianne.]

I have seen similar stories in the scriptures.
The childhood of the prophet Emusel.
Dedicated to the sun god and raised as a servant in the cathedral, he is said to have heard the sun god’s voice three times while sleeping.
He heard the voice as a call from the High Priestess and woke up the High Priestess who had fallen asleep twice.
When I woke up the high priest for the third time, the high priest said this.

[This is probably the sun god calling you.
If you hear a voice again, kneel down and answer, ‘Here is a servant of God.’]

After hearing the voice of the sun god, Emusell, the maid, became a prophet and a miracle performer of the sun god.

Memorizing the sutras, I quickly prostrated myself.
He said that the real me also prostrated himself in the pillar of light.

“Here is the servant of the sun god.”

Then the sun god spoke in the curtain of dazzling light and beautiful light.

[I give you strength, help the ‘player’ to save the world.]

Player… ?
What is that?
The moment I tried to ask again, my body was full of strength and the illusion was over.

After that.

“No… Nonsense!
Didn’t this child just say she was a low-level nun?”

“Yeah, yes.
But this level of divine power… ?!”

“It must have been chosen by the sun god!”

Something I don’t understand.
Until this morning, I fed the cows, worked in the vineyard, chatted with Rebekah in sign language, finished washing the blankets, and went to pray.
But now, you are attending the meeting of the High Priestess with the head nun and meeting the Emperor.

“This child has been chosen!
We will do our best to grow it!”

“Hmm, you will be a pretty child when you grow up.
Ah, it means that the sun god takes good care of it.”

“Philip, you will one day be ruined by that cubic child.
Be careful.”

“Anyway, I can’t even joke in front of you, William.
Haha!”

That’s how I was able to practice various miracles under the direction of the Mother Superior and the Grand Sister.
I don’t know if polishing is the right word for it.
‘Miracle’ is a mystery that has not been revealed along with ‘tao magic’.
There was nothing to polish.
It was enough just to imagine what the senior nuns and priests saw as miracles and followed them.
There is no way that pride follows abilities acquired without much effort.
I didn’t want to be arrogant.
However, there were many people who were jealous even if they just stayed still.

“There is a place to use this ability more preciously.
I will send you to the battlefield.”

At a meeting of the high priest, he was forcibly ordered to go to war.
Promoted to Intermediate Nun through ability manifestation.
And a servant who is not even on sale.
The head of the cathedral wanted to use me to show condescension to the royal family of Amitie, and some people who were jealous of me wanted me to disappear from their sight.
Talented young priests and nuns fought against the corruption, embezzlement, and crimes of the old priests and nuns, and I was likely to follow them in reform.
In response, the cathedral’s vested interests sent young people to the battlefield under the pretext of war.
After all, since the doctrine of Sun Godism was established, it has always been the old priests who have dominated the high priest meeting.
Priests and nuns whose abilities were manifested early often died in service.
War was a great business for the cathedral, and a very good way to deal with rivals.

“Aaaaa!! Help me!!”

“Eyes, my eyes… !!!”

“Mom mom… “

It was hell there.
A soldier who comes with pouring intestines and asks for stitches.
A soldier who came with his bulging eyes rattling through his optic nerve.
A soldier complaining of phantom pain because his lower body was torn off, and his ankle hurts.

Treating, dressing bandages, changing bandages, washing patient clothes, cleaning up excrement and urine, squeezing blood, boiling medical tools, turning off the lights in the clinic, bringing water…

I found convent life to be very decent.
Besides, allies weren’t always allies.

“Aww!! Let go of this!”

“Lady, we all do it today and tomorrow, what do we leave out?
There’s no one around here.
Let’s have some fun together.”

“Let go of this hand!!”

“No, this bitch?!
What are you talking about, girl!
Wow!! Fuck!! Release the shield!! Solve it!!”

Mischievous, crude, rough, etc., Cannot be expressed in words.
What culture do those who are close to death, poorly educated conscripts have?
Aristocrats with high status and authority enjoy the position of power in an organization called the military that values ​​hierarchy.
Then, what about the commoners, conscripts, and slaves who were brought as workers?
They diligently sought out those who were better than themselves, raised double wicks to be treated well, and often looked for opportunities to harass young priests and nuns.
We always had to find a way to protect ourselves.

“Ah!! My arms!!”

“If you stab my friends one more time, I will cut off that arm and not treat it.”

“This, you crazy bitch!!
Call the military police!!”

“Call me.
This attempted rape bastard.”

“Marianne, calm down!”

“Leave this.
That pig-like guy dared to sneak into the women’s bathroom to violate our Jessie!!”

Along with my enemies, I also had to fight enemies within my army.

“Ah, hurry up, put on a bandage!!”

“We start with critically ill patients first.
Can’t you see the patient’s intestines being stitched up?”

“I am the son of a count, and I am a noble cavalryman!!
I don’t know what to do with the spearmen that the peasant bastards gathered in?!”

There was no end to this.
There was a lot of work, and the absurdity piled up.
I couldn’t handle all conflicts, absurdities, and unreasonable things as an individual.
I had to create a system.

“Vigilante corps… ?
Closing the clinic?”

“Yes. Young priests and nuns must band together to protect themselves.
Corruption and sexual harassment in the clinic have gone too far.
We must protect ourselves.
Let them take up arms inside the infirmary.
Please send the gendarmerie to hold the military discipline.
Some of the gangsters are the military police.
Let us decide the number of people to send.
Otherwise, we will close the clinic.”

Established security in the lodgings and clinics,

“From now on, regardless of status, I will treat patients in the order of severity.
Clothing is the only way to identify a soldier entering the clinic.
Fainted patients have no way to ask for their identities.
More and more people are impersonating nobles in order to seek treatment first.
The soldiers steal the helmets, armor and shields of the nobles, or even kill them and impersonate them.
This is an act that fosters distrust within allies and encourages criminal behavior.
We treat everyone equally according to the word of the sun god.
We are medical practitioners and believers.
I would just differentiate based on the patient’s condition.
Priority will be determined by the color of the table attached to the patient during the initial treatment.
Critical patients who need immediate response are colored red, and light patients who can wait for a considerable amount of time are colored green.
Also…”

The medical system was established.

As a result,

“Saint! Saintess! Saintess! Saintess! Saintess! A saint!”

“Aigoo, saintess!!
Thanks to you, I’m alive and going to see Eomoo!!
It’s all thanks to our saintess!!”

“Marianne. The dispensation of the clinic has decreased.
I had a lot of trouble talking to the upper management.”

“Marianne.
The Knight Commander wants to see you.
You want to ask about the correlation between the dispatch of the geumban military police and the increase in the recovery rate of the wounded.”

“Marie, the enemy gave you a nickname.
A ‘zombie maker’?
There are other nicknames too, but that’s embarrassing… Haha.
That’s how grateful our allies are!”

It was positive.
Little by little, we were moving forward.
A better tomorrow than yesterday.
Okay.
I’m going to go step by step
According to the will of the sun god, I will spread justice and love.

Due to my performance on the battlefield, I was given the undeserved nickname of ‘Saint of the Sun’.
The Heretic Inquisitor came to visit me because of the title ‘Saint’, but I was able to avoid the purge because His Holiness the Emperor officially installed me in the position of ‘Saint’.

But another threat was looming.

“Saint? Heng!!
After all, it’s not a non-combatant!!
No, in the end, isn’t it the number of combatants that matters on the battlefield?
There is already a shortage of personnel, but the general escort and the military police are deployed to the clinic!
They said the knights’ faces were very pale because they entrusted the ladies with escorts?”

“Say it, say it!!
Those who have never experienced battles on the frontline, roast and boil generals with the emperor of the cathedral on their backs?
Who cares to put the nobles’ treatment on the back burner?!
Do you know who makes the most donations to the cathedral?!
I’ve been waiting for a long time even with a broken arm!!
The bitch called the saintess was from a commoner, so she seems to be on the side of the commoners?”

“Isn’t it about giving your body to high-ranking people and making loud noises~~?
Quit-quick.
Oh, Chichi and Pandangi are very sensual!!”

“Bitch bitch, it looks so fucking delicious.
Give it to me once.
Aren’t the nuns hiding behind like cowards, fearing that we’ll be eaten by the enemy if we lose?
I hope to provide some comfort to the struggling front-line combatants.
That will increase your fighting power! Haha!!!”

The treatment of war priests and nuns was improved, and the medical system was established.
That is to increase the efficiency of treatment and the morale of the army.
But there were also quite a few who opposed it.
Those who fought hand-to-hand combat in the battle with the Demon King’s army did not have a high survival rate, so they reacted particularly sensitively to this phenomenon.
In the case of exchanging ranged attacks in a firefight, it was easy to evacuate the wounded, but soldiers engaged in close combat would be killed if they were injured and could not retreat.
Using the psychology of these soldiers, there are those who instigate the people.

“Did you hear?
The saintess and her priests use healing as a weapon and threaten generals and soldiers!!”

“I went to the clinic and they didn’t give me treatment, they put a green tag on me and they just told me to wait!!
I screamed and argued, but they treated me like a killer?
Who protects them?!
Cheeky bastards!!
They’ve never fought hand-to-hand combat on the front line, so aren’t they ignoring us?!”

“That’s right!!
I did too!!
Even the clinic workers seem to be getting better meals!!”

It was a mess.
90% of information disturbance plus 10% of truth.
How did you establish the discipline of the clinic?
How was the health care system established?
If the public opinion of the generals, officers, and soldiers turned around here, the efforts so far would have been in vain.
I couldn’t give up here.

An offer just came in.

“Would you like to join the Demon King Assassination Team?”