Chapter 286 – The Saint Going Uphill

Each has its own circumstances.

As an escort and a channel of communication with the Order, Magella’s one of her secrets that she does not need to tell outsiders is leaking.

Since the saintess had received a direct revelation after a long time, she pushed through somehow.

“Magella. Stop it.”

“Please reconsider! This decision shouldn’t be so easy!”

Unlike Magella, who bursts into tears, Atra is not frustrated even if she is in a situation where she cannot openly tell her because it is the order of her goddess.

If it is a revelation that has come down to this point.

For a long time, the goal was broken, so it was so broad that it required an interpretation to collect and prepare information about events that were happening in various places.

But.

‘This time is different.’

It was the first time she had ever seen such a clear revelation while living under the name of her saint, and it was the moment when she fully realized the favor of the goddess who created her.

There must be a transcendental meaning that the uncivilized person cannot understand as to the reason why revelation should be forbidden and only known by oneself.

“I’ve already made up my mind. It’s safe and good to have Brother Roman’s help, right?”

“Doesn’t the saintess know that it’s not such a simple matter…!”

She just sat there watching the absurd skit in silence.

There was no need to give strength to her saintly opinion, because the end of this scuffle seemed so clear.

While talking to Magella, Atra turned her attention to Roman.

“Brother Roman. Will you keep my request a secret?”

“Of course. Credit is the life of an adventurer, so if you want, you can proceed with the contract.”

Roman accepted without a second’s hesitation, so Atra looked at Magella and said look at that.

“Ha···.”

With her sighs imbued with her sighs, Magella put her hand on her forehead and closed her eyes tightly.

Confidence that the situation is closed.

Atra whimpered down from the rock and brushed off her clothes.

“Will Magella find a place to camp over the mountain pass? I’ll go up slowly with the adventurer.”

Silently, Magella lowered her head and started kicking up the mountain in one breath without looking behind her.

Since she is looking at her back, I can’t help but ask.

“Is it okay if I send it like that?”

“Magella is worried about me, so she’s excited, not offended. When she’s really in a bad mood, she shows it off.”

“…”

That was not what the question meant, but it was a question of whether it was okay to escort the adventurer and the saint.

The saintess slowly walked uphill again and spoke her words.

“I understand the unfortunate situation of someone close to you, but I haven’t heard the details.”

“How about a detailed story?”

“I think the imperial family would have contacted me if something had happened to Drit or her sisters, but… Is the purple-eyed sister by any chance caught in Malpas’s play?”

Even though she faces her new person every day.

She clearly remembered Rike, whom she had briefly met in the church.

“The saintess seems to have a good memory. But no.”

“Oh! So, do you have any other wives?”

“First of all, we are still married. The friend lying in the hospital room is literally a friend.”

It’s not easy trying to keep her conscience in front of the saintess.

Now that Alice is here, I can’t say anything more to that question.

“Saintess. But what can I help you with? It’s enough if you don’t tell me the purpose and just tell me what to do.”

Foreboding that the subject might turn in an uncomfortable direction, I hit the ball first, and the saintess began to slow down her ascent.

“I also understand Brother Roman’s impatience to return for treatment as soon as possible.”

“…If I put pressure on the saintess, I have nothing to say.”

As Atra took a deep breath, he denied Roman’s words.

“I am also a lowly servant looking for grace, but I have no intention of using my feelings like earnestness, impatience, and desperateness as hostages to serve you.”

“Thank you for your generosity.”

There are times when the saintess smiles mischievously.

There are moments when she shows a benevolent smile that would allow her to draw a picture and hang it on the church.

“Whether by chance or inevitability, the reason Magella and I actually came this far is directly related to the holy relic.”

“…”

Even in the Akarite game, there are only a few mentions of sacred objects, so I’m interested.

I focused only on the lips of the saintess who gave her unknown information.

“This is a fact that only certain members of the church know about. Among the sacred relics, there are relics that require certain conditions in order to use them. Even if you have divine power, if you are not ready, it is no different from an ornament.”

“…Is it okay if you tell me, an adventurer, such an important fact?”

To put it simply, a holy relic is a type of artifact that is activated only by holy power, not mana.

The unusual and demanding characteristic that Manaro does not budge is a mystery and a pillar that enhances the prestige of the Order.

However, the side that the saintess is now revealing to me is the secret and weakness of the sacred object that everyone looks up to.

As Magella said, it was absolutely not information that would benefit an outsider who was not a member of the Church.

“You said you would keep it a secret, right?”

The saintess had an excuse, but what Roman felt from those words was completely different.

“Of course I’ll keep it a secret. But that’s… Um…”

I don’t know what this woman knows about me that makes her trust people so easily.

I wonder if she is a saint who meets old people whose tongues are no different from knives in the capital city.

I was all flustered.

“Brother Roman. You don’t think that Magella will suffer because of me, do you?”

“…”

Before she could answer, the saintess laughed, saying it was a joke, and diligently teased her feet.

“Whoa! Anyway, this pilgrimage has the purpose of not only preaching the doctrine, but also fulfilling the conditions for use since most of the holy relics I have are exhausted. I hope the brother will help me with that.”

“Can I be of any help, as I have no holy knowledge?”

“Sure!”

I followed the saintess who said that the destination would arrive before tomorrow evening at the latest.

“You may feel offended to dare to ask such a question… But may I ask you one?”

“Are you curious about the story of climbing a steep road with a weak body when there is a decent escort?”

Is the saintess’ eyes so wonderful that she reminds me of Rike?

Or I wasn’t sure if I couldn’t manage my facial expressions these days.

Nod your head once

“You’re right.”

“There’s no reason. Whoa…!”

“You can speak slowly later.”

“Because my body is weak, I train even like this… I don’t mean to be fooled. I’m not a very patient person. It’s just an act out of necessity.”

With her mouth still closed, she continued her explanation, controlling her breath.

“It’s funny how a so-called saintess can’t explain properly, but prayer and suffering, which are the foundation and pillars of Holy Law, are not unrelated.”

“… From my point of view, which is not a Shinto, it seems difficult to understand.”

“It might be funny to say that I am suffering from such physical problems, but you can see that I am rooted in the experience of finding comfort and hope in difficult situations.”

“I never thought it was funny. I just find it great.”

She looked at me as she exhaled her rough breath, and bowed her head slightly in her thanks.

“…Thank you! Anyway, the beginning of Sacred Law is prayer. Prayer is also a means to increase hope and find comfort in the midst of suffering. Whoa…!”

I didn’t think it should dry.

As she explained her why, her eyes glowed with life and she was speeding up her walk.

“In difficult times, it has a kaleidoscope that can become a source of strength. Hardships are one of the multifaceted aspects, but as the act of prayer reflects longing, I think that these simple acts are piled up one by one to increase the density of prayer. I can give it to you.”

“Even with my lack of brain, I definitely understood that it was not normal.”

The saintess who had almost reached her ascent and grabbed her tree.

Before she could take her last step, she turned around and saw Roman with a calm expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

“And when I go back, I will be politely helped by Magella, so you don’t have to worry about time.”

“Thank you again.”

As she walked through the open plains with her saintess who climbed her mountain on her own while groaning, she saw an escort who had finished preparing for her camp by her side of the road.

Perhaps skilled in the wild, Magella has finished her preparations so neatly that even a veteran adventurer can’t compare to her.

“I’ll stand up for the vigil, so have a good night’s sleep.”

“Brother! Didn’t I tell you when I came up! This is not the time to seek such accommodations.”

The moment she spoke, the saintess seemed in a very bad condition, threatening her with her tired eyes.

Even Majella couldn’t help it as she had a burning expression on her outfit.

She didn’t stop her.

…
…

The saint said she could be in trouble tomorrow if she doesn’t sleep today she begged me to apologize and she went to bed.

It was like her heart, but she wanted to run to her destination with her saintess right away.

The saintess said that she didn’t sleep yesterday, and she was walking around all day meeting people and healing, so her stamina had reached its limit.

After her vigil, Magella closed her eyes in a really light sleep that wasn’t even sleep.

The saintess, who woke up on her last vigil, came closer to her bonfire and sat down with her face unresolved from her fatigue.

“Ha-am… Brother? You can go to sleep now.

It is an ironic picture that no one sleeps comfortably in this seat even after setting up all the seats to sleep.

“I plan to stay awake, so it’s okay. I’m not the type to sleep.”

“Umm… That’s amazing…”

“Hey, I haven’t done anything, so I won’t be tired.”

As she was sitting by the fire reading a novel Chloe had recommended, the saintess rubbed her eyes repeatedly to try to wake her up.

After drinking a glass of her water and washing her face, the saintess returned with a spirit of wisdom.

Sitting in her seat, shooting her gaze unnervingly this way, she opened her mouth.

“Brother.”

“Yes.”

“Can I ask you something?”