Chapter 132 – Olga Virtus

There was no warmth in Olga Virtus’ life in her.

Olga was a chosen being whose birth was prophesied by the goddess’s oracle from the time she was born.

On the day she was born, half of the Holy Knights of her Order she arrived in a rural village in the Empire.

For peasants in the countryside, who were born and lived their whole lives and could hardly meet knights or butlers, let alone nobles, the march of the Holy Knights, armed with pure white armor to serve the great goddess, was an amazing sight.

Of course, to Olga’s parents her, who had just given birth, the Archbishop of the Empire, who arrived escorted by the Holy Knights, was a great being that they would not even dare to look at.

So Olga’s parents her handed her newborn Olga over to the Archbishop and the clergy for six gold coins. Since one gold coin was equivalent to the monthly living expenses of poor farmers, six gold coins must have been an irresistible desire, even setting aside the words of the holy goddess.

Thus, from her birth her, Olga was brought up in the hands of the Order.

Her name her, Olga, was the succession of the name of her first saint her, and the surname Virtus was a noble title for an angel of great power in ancient times, so she grew up being educated solely to become a saint.

Was it because of such an education or because she was a saint who was ordained by the goddess, Olga realized that when she was 6 years old, she already realized how people looked at her, and she matured very early.

Her people did not see her her as her her Olga her. Her surname Her, Virtus, was only a surname to prove that she was an instrument of the Holy See.

To everyone, she was only a ‘saint’.

Everyone of her added her saintess her when they called her, and in most cases they ignored her her name her or her her last name her and called her her only her saintly name her and praised her her, her her her her worshiped

But neither her nuns nor her priests who cared for her, nor her paladins who had sworn to give their lives for her, did not look inside her.

If by any chance she behaved like a child of her age, she would spend several days correcting her ‘distortion’ of her with her anxious words and education of her.

By the time she turned 8, Olga had mastered the art of playing the ‘good kid’ who pleases the adults around her.

When Olgara put to death all her personal preferences and personality her and played her only good and faithful saint, all her adults her started to praise and acknowledge her.

‘…It’s boring.’

The attitude of the adults was too easy to understand. They reflected what they wanted from her, Olga her, and sometimes they did n’t even hide their darkness from her, Olga her.

She appropriates her wealth through her, uses her to make the woman she likes her into her own subordinate, covets her, and accuses others of her infidelity through her to covet her own Olga felt her feelings when she saw those who were winning the position of the. Boredom.

That feeling carried over when she was 10 years old, even after she first received Olga’s revelation from her goddess her.

Unlike someone from the future who boldly said that God was dying, it was clear that the Goddess actually existed, taking care of the followers of her, sending angels to bless the heroes, and stopping the devil’s evil schemes.

When Olga, who could directly hear and convey the words of her goddess her, saw it and informed her surroundings her, all the followers of the goddess rejoiced and sang praises. Decades after her last saintess of her, the goddess was still taking care of mankind.

However, Olga was not in awe of such a goddess.

Reason? It was simple. The revelations of the goddess were always unnecessarily lengthy and complicated, the prophecies were so convoluted that they could be put together, and her goddess powers were neither omniscient nor omnipotent.

Even her authority as the representative of her goddess and her saintess, given to her by her goddess, is stronger than her countless mortals, but the power she obtained as the representative of her transcendental beings, she thought that she was just matching her assortment her. It was only about these.

All of a sudden, Olga felt empty. What does the existence of oneself live for?

While living a terribly poor and restrained life every day, you must deny the values ​​and inclinations of your personality as an individual. Even so, she climbs the altar and praises the goddess she sincerely disbelieved, only to shower pretentious smiles at her aristocrats and wealthy bourgeoisie.

The funny thing is, on the subject that the goddess makes no mention of her distrust of Olga’s goddess, when she wished her death upon her tedious life her, she made a revelation through her angel to every other person. Got off

Whenever someone from her who had received her revelation would come and hug her, shed tears and discuss her joys her in her life her and the beauties of the world, Olga would laugh inside her at this melodrama. She nodded.

The world is boring, the masses are stupid, and the intellectuals are arrogant.

Wouldn’t it be right for this world to perish? Olga began to regard her wholeheartedly.

*

“The goddess is dying. And she said, it is we humans who kill the goddess.”

The man suddenly appeared one day, like a revelation from her goddess.

Olga’s first impression of Artine, who boldly told Olga that the goddess was dying in front of Olga, who visited the academy after receiving an order to encourage talented people in the academy to fight against the Demon King’s army, was, ‘Isn’t this bastard a crazy bastard?’ Was

A friend of Cayenne who was recognized by the Goddess as a hero of the day, and the most incompetent man in the academy of the day, who is said to show off his talent his like a castle among all the academy talents. It was because Artin was the one who disrespected himself on such a subject.

I didn’t really care. It was because there were a lot of people who insisted on shocking or absurd ideas or showed actions in order to attract attention from themselves as the representative of the Goddess.

But even her indifference didn’t bother a man named Artin. Despite his humblest talent his, he led numerous talented people like limbs, and even the hero, Cayenne, acted like a servant following his words his.

Some of the members of the church insisted that such Artin be separated from the hero and sent to the front of the Demon King’s army, or even send a black knight to deal with it, but Artin, who had already blocked the Devil’s strategy several times in the academy, was protected. It didn’t happen because there were more opinions to see.

At that point, little by little, Olga began to identify with Artyn.

A man named Artin wanted to live for his own path, but the fact that he survived was only because he was chosen as a tool to assist the hero Cayen, because he was useful to the high-ranking people.

‘A foolish and pitiful person, do you not even know what kind of existence you are seen by others?’

Feeling a sense of kinship, the next thing Olga felt was pity. He is a man named Artin who, unlike himself, has not properly learned how to read the deep inside of others, because he does not know how he is being treated and only works hard.

So, Olga started giving small blessings to Artin. If he was going to struggle anyway, he wanted to see him leave at least a trace in the world.

*

“——It’s dangerous! Olga!”

On the day her Olga decided to leave her academy, her demon lord’s army her sent her her demon lord’s retinue her, Admiral Ammosus of the Deep, to kill her.

The paladins of her church her protecting her her and her guards her protecting her academy struggled to the best of their ability her, but when the support of her Lich Harmon and her dream queen Lilith combined, she was able to protect her. People started to fall helplessly.

When the army of Ammosus finally came right in front of her ship, Olga felt not fear but liberation. If at this moment she is killed by the blind sword of the undead, she will finally be able to put an end to her boring her 17 years of life.

“Like an idiot..! Why! Why did you throw your body to stop her!”

However, in the melee, the sword of the ghost sailor cut a man named Artin, who sacrificed himself in his place.

The battle ended in victory thanks to the awakening of the warrior and the witch who saw him dying, but even with the miracle of the saintess, a man named Artin had to suffer aftereffects for several weeks. She also tried to save her life with all her might, but the wound was so deep and fatal that she had to leave it to chance.

“Sorry, it looked dangerous… I wanted to save it.”

To his own question his, the man lying in his hospital room only laughed softly as he answered. What was in those eyes was neither the sense of duty to protect the representative of her goddess, nor the faith to sacrifice her on behalf of her saintess her.

“Anyway, I’m glad you didn’t die. Olga.”

The man addressed himself by his first name his, as always, very rudely.

Olga didn’t like the feeling.

***

“..Umm.. Is this place?”

Her head her was dizzy. When I slowly opened my eyes, I was lying on my back with something soft on my head.

“Oh, are you awake, Mr. Seo?”
“Olga..? When did I fall asleep..? You’re asleep, right?”

As I tried to get up, clutching my pounding head, Olga gently put me back on her lap and held my shaking hands.

The warmth of her hand was so warm, and the feel of her head was soft, so I naturally relaxed and surrendered to her touch.

“Seobang-nim, aren’t you having a hard time?”
“..What is it?”
“Everything. Repetition of death. Continuing to fight against the demon king, helping a man who looks at him slyly, and forcibly inscribing into his body how to run in line with the stride of unseen geniuses.”
“…What you’re talking about is difficult. My head won’t turn.”

I tried to understand what Olga was saying, but for some reason my head wasn’t working and the headache only got worse.

Olga began to whisper in a benevolent voice, slowly stroking my throbbing hair.

“..Artin, you don’t have to try anymore. Let me live a peaceful life with you.”
“…A serene life?”
“Yes, leave everything like the Demon Lord to the hero, Cayen… And get out of here with me.”

I put a pillow on her lap her and could n’t see Olga’s face her because of her large breasts her. But her voice was strangely wet.

“Each time… With an effort no one recognizes, don’t sacrifice for those worthless people. A kingdom or an archipelago… Or even a sultanate beyond the desert. We are going to a place where no one will recognize us.”
“…Leave? The academy?”
“Yes, greet a peaceful morning every morning, and live each day to the fullest for happiness.”

I felt strength go into Olga’s hand that held my hand her. I don’t understand why, but she looked very sad.

“We live in a small house in the countryside raising livestock. Raising chickens, farming, sometimes hunting…”
“When I wake up to the sound of hens every morning, I look at your sleeping face and wait until I wake up. When you open your eyes, I want to kiss you and happily ask you if you slept well last night.”
“Olga, that’s…”

It was the contents written in the love letter for ‘practice’ that he exchanged with Olga in the third playthrough.

“While Mr. Seo feeds the chickens, I prepare breakfast. When the meal is ready, I run to Mr. Seo and tell him to eat, and I want to hug his neck his tightly. Even if it’s all about stuffy bread and egg dishes, I think I’ll be happy if I dine with Mr. Seo.”

In one of her letters her, which she and I exchanged, there was a bucket list of things we both wanted to accomplish.

I said that I wanted to visit the lover I love, I wanted to enjoy an encounter like in a romance novel while keeping our secrets, I also said I wanted to whisper love to my lover in a friendly way, and…

“When Seobangnim goes out to work in the fields, I clean the house and prepare dishes for Seobangnim. Preparing ingredients for the winter, and sewing worn-out clothes for Seobangnim, I got my finger pricked and injured… “

My bucket list was mostly about wanting to spend romantic time with my lover. But Olga’s content was a little different.

“..When I’m resting for a while because it’s hot at home, Olga shows up with a bird’s nest, wipes my sweat and feeds the bird’s bird?”
“Huh-huh, as expected, Seo-Bang-nim remembers it, right? Right. After the meal, while looking at the blue sky with Artin, I thought about what would be good for dinner tonight, what dream I had last night, which tree bore what kind of fruit, and what I would name the chick. I want to spend a happy time sharing every detail.”

Olga wanted a carefree life. She may be simple, tough, barren, and unattractive.

Therefore, she dreamed of a life where she could share everything with her loved ones and be with them every moment.

“..At that time, I just said it was a plausible line I saw in a book, but.. I’m sorry, Mr. Seo, that was a lie.”

Olga’s breathing trembled slowly as she spoke.

Her breathing her quickened, the beats in her hands her quickened, but Olga’s voice her carried her words more calmly than ever.

“At night, we will share each other’s breath and warmth while looking at the stars. I worry about what crops to plant next year, and I’m worried that I might have to go hunting to get through the winter..”
“Olga… “
“…A life like that awaits us, Artin. It is not a life where you have to risk your life at every moment, but a life where you can spend endless happy moments with your loved ones instead of repeating a life full of pain for an unattainable goal.”

The Olga I knew was not a great saint.

The woman in front of me was not like a grandiose representative of a goddess.

“So… Now, join me, Artin. Never feel the pain again…”

Slowly raising my body, the face I faced was not the iron woman or the hero who was called the hope of mankind in the original work.

She was just a girl dreaming of a normal life, looking at me with tender, teary red eyes.

“…You don’t have to carry that life. Artin.”

Suddenly, I remembered seeing Olga with this expression on her face.

Among the parts of Violet’s memory, Olga’s expression her as she watched me burn to death… Looked so sad.

-Titling!

At that moment, a window appeared in front of my eyes.

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A quest has occurred.

Quest: Decline Olga’s request her and reject her love her.
If the quest fails: Forced return.
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