Chapter 352 – Downfall and Rehabilitation

First, take out the crystal ball from your inventory and send a signal to the information guild.

Speaking of ‘Skadi’, it is a family that even the church listens to and gives in its own way.

As long as people rush to the church inside the marquis’s domain and report that there seems to be something strange going on in the mansion, their role is sufficient.

Afterwards, Roman’s gaze briefly glances around in search of freedom.

“···.”

A large figure with a strange skin color, with its head cut off and black liquid pouring out.

A head rolling around with negative emotions in it.

The mansion is in shambles, with scars from the reckless use of the sword.

A slender girl who does not fit in with the background.

Roman bit his lip and closed his eyes tightly as he looked at Rike, who was unconsciously asleep in his arms.

“Whew.”

Exciting! Exciting! Exciting! Exciting!

My heart was pounding so hard that it would break my chest.

The tension that made my mouth dry did not go away even after reaching the ideal result.

‘···I’d rather get stabbed.’

Just watching wasn’t really the right thing to do.

Even if it was something she wanted to do, it was difficult to sit still and watch the scene where Rike was grazed or cut by her sword.

As I watched her, I couldn’t tell you how many times her hand twitched and her foot almost stepped forward due to her hesitation.

‘To be truly fearless… Is to have a strong heart.’

Anyone will recognize Rike’s strategy of overturning a tilted inferiority during a melee that requires her to concentrate her consciousness.

The courage and guts to even chant magic to secure victory while fighting a tightrope battle on the border between life and death. The talent and effort to back it up.

I was so bold that I stopped breathing while watching it and wondered if I had bird breasts.

Now, there will be time for full-scale treatment before the members of the church arrive.

‘Breathing is fine.’

Looking at the way he was giggling with his eyes closed, he didn’t seem to be suffocating due to the blood he had coughed up earlier or the blood flowing from his nose.

On the one hand, she felt fortunate, but on the other hand, she was anxious.

‘Hurry!’

Be careful not to shake the liqué in your arms.

I left the room I could no longer call my office and walked as fast as I could.

Although Ricke used blood magic to stop the blood from being cut by the sword.

The mana that made up the Marquis’ aura itself had a similar aspect to that of a warlock, so if you just wait for this unclean energy to fly away, you may experience problems with your body.

Aren’t there many cases where the flesh rots or the muscles die due to lack of timing after being attacked by the undead?

Squeak!

The room Roman entered after pushing the half-open door with his foot was the residence where the residents of the mansion stayed.

It is a simple place with no uncleanness or dead bodies. It is currently the cleanest space in the mansion.

Lay Rike down gently on the bed and gather mana.

‘Come out and work right now.’

Grumbling-!

The white flame, which received stimulation and commands through the heart, compressed itself into a round shape in the air, creating a sun and a lamp.

Now this pure white flame burns for only one purpose.

It is adjusted to melt away the impurity that has seeped into Rike’s skin with a white boiling energy.

Rather than supporting the white flame directly, it is a one-time exposure to the sanctity that has been condensed and condensed.

With that one action, the turbid mana was removed as if washed.

Rike’s expression became much more relaxed, and there was no longer anything as problematic as the strange mana in his slender body.

Roman didn’t stop his hand.

‘You never know.’

That was my feeling. Now, even if I don’t feel anything, I do everything I can according to the textbook.

Her eyes also caught the gaping wound that had not completely healed on her pale skin.

As we used up her mana to the bottom, we need to check her side effects as well.

Roman put his hand in the air and listed the holy water and potions he could find.

The spout of the flask containing the liquid was torn off one by one.

Hug!

*****

“Uhm…”

Atra, who returned to the capital at Majella’s earnest request, put her on her butt and grabbed a pen as soon as she arrived at the church.

She writes a letter to the imperial family, emphasizing that her pilgrimage is not over but only a temporary halt.

The writing of the enclosed prayer was completed in an instant.

The main point begins now.

The most important thing is how will she, who wears her name badge as a saint, explain the current situation of the continent that she has felt while traveling to various frontiers?

The sending position and the accepting position.

Since each person has their own position, there should be no exaggeration in the content. Be careful in choosing words to avoid misunderstanding.

Once that’s over, my second goal is to use this as an opportunity to simplify my itinerary as much as possible, without meeting or meeting with nobles every time I return to the capital.

I haven’t even gotten into that part yet, but just thinking about describing it made my bones hurt.

‘Haa… I really don’t want to do this!’

Although she could not speak it out loud, such a scream echoed in her saintly mind.

Skag-

The pen held in her hand moves slowly and stops repeatedly, like a turtle on land.

Shuel approached Atra, who was frowning unconsciously and hesitating her sentence, holding a small bowl.

“Holy woman! Eat this while you’re at it!”

“Thank you. I already wanted something sweet.”

I put aside the letter that makes me tired just looking at it for a moment.

Atra sat Shuel down next to her and cut her brownie with a fork and put it in her mouth.

The stimulation of taste that follows from that act.

The saint’s sky blue eyes brightened.

“Wow! These brownies are really delicious? Magella would be surprised if she ate these.”

The sweetness is great, but the chewy texture and fragrant, soft buttery taste are truly outstanding.

Is it because I moved away from spicy food during my pilgrimage? The taste of the dessert was truly powerful.

Shuel smiled excitedly as he saw Atra showing admiration and reaction beyond his expectations.

“Brother Roman gave it to me as a gift when he stopped by the church. Thanks to him, I found out about the store, so I’ve been waiting to give it a try when the saintess comes!”

“If it’s Brother Roman…?”

It is necessary to confirm that there are not just one or two people named Roman in the capital.

But isn’t the person that Shuel is referring to absolutely the same person?

Atra was confident in her heart.

“She’s the adventurer I met last time when she went to the adventurer’s guild with me!”

“···.”

Atra, who had a lot to think about for a moment, paused for a moment.

To Shuel, that was a strange reaction that was difficult to describe.

‘Perhaps you don’t remember?’

Maybe you thought it wasn’t enough to remind you of Atra, who has a busy schedule.

Shuel spread his hands wide and exaggeratedly explained Roman.

“He’s so tall! His biceps are just this big! His eyes are so fierce, but he’s kind and funny!”

“Of course! I remember that too. Does Brother Roman come to the church often?”

“Uhm~ Not often, but come here sometimes to buy things! I haven’t seen you recently.”

“···Okay.”

Atra touched Shuel’s head and answered briefly.

But it’s different from the answer you spit out.

The saintess’s mind was complicated as she looked back at Roman’s actual actions.

He was more expert than any other Paladin in exorcising unclean beings such as demons.

Of course, the attitude of not feeling any fear.

Even though he was an adventurer, the way he took the lead by hiding his credit and blaming it on the church gave off a feeling of gravity, as if the extermination of evil was his mission.

‘Do you know anything?’

A vague curiosity that arose from the frustration of not being able to find direction.

It is true that I would like to ask Roman for advice about the current situation on the continent at least once.

Isn’t it said that high-ranking adventurers are connected like a spider’s web, with close information circulating that is not known to the outside world?

What if it’s not gold, not blue gold, but platinum? Could it be that they hold so much information that it defies imagination?

‘Actually, I don’t know…’

At least I only heard about the relationship between high-ranking adventurers through passing rumors.

I don’t know any more details than that.

“···.”

Shuel, who was watching Atra’s expression as she mumbled with a fork in her mouth, gently pulled on her collar.

“Saint, do you have any concerns?”

“Not at all. It was so delicious that I was savoring it.”

Atra coolly flipped her girl’s bangs and smiled.

She doesn’t want to worry Shuel, who is living a fulfilling life doing what she has to do.

Forgetting the work in front of her for a moment, she is relaxing with Shuel, who shows her transparent reactions.

At the end of that hallway.

Majella, who had left briefly to give her report, was seen returning with a complicated expression on her face.

“Mazela. What’s going on?”

“···That is.”

Majella casts her gaze towards Shuel, who is keeping her position with an innocent look on her face.

Atra patted Shuel and sent him away, saying that he had eaten well.

Majella cleared her throat, checked her surroundings, and then opened her mouth.

“Saint. Do you know the Marquis of Skadi?”

“Sure.”

Although it is a past incident that happened before Atra went to the front line, when she was immersed in studying scriptures and sacred magic. She remembers that she was in quite a bit of trouble at the time.

She became a saint and tried to read the case.

“Priest Ruart, who manages the cult in the territory, personally came to me with a letter.”

“What is it about?”

Majella handed Atra her papers from her side.

The sheets of paper are turned over one by one, making a rustling sound in the saint’s hands.

Atra’s expression gradually darkened as she read the text.

And the names of the two people written in the last line.

Atra raised her head in surprise and saw Majella. She gave her answer as if she had been waiting.

“It is said that it is currently waiting at the manor in the territory. It is too much of a problem for Priest Ruart to judge alone, so he has requested help from the capital.”

“···I’ll take this.”