Chapter 380 – The Saint of the Empire and the Saint of the Federation -2-

“The current saint… Is in the process of wooing the saint passionately.”

Majella’s words mixed with a heavy sigh.

“Oh?”

“Oh!”

Roman and Rike, who were sitting across from us, expressed their exclamations of emotion at the exciting news.

“···.”

Atra did not show any positive or negative response to the news reported by Majella, the guard.

Even if she is in the position of a saint and is in front of a trustworthy person.

It is not easy to show personal feelings toward a saint who is a powerful figure in the federal government.

Roman quickly lost interest and became annoyed, but Rike seemed quite interested and asked a question.

“Are you saying that they accept priests living in the empire in order to please the saint?”

“It’s similar.”

“Huh~ Is it okay though?”

“I understand that there is disapproval or opposition from some groups. However, entry into other countries due to the activities of the religious sect is not illegal as long as permission is granted.”

Roman, who listened to Ricke and Majella’s question and answer, scratched his chin and was lost in thought.

As an adventurer, I have had many experiences secretly digging into the federal government upon request.

However, I have never met the saint in person.

‘I heard that the saint is an elf… Which way is it?’

The federal state where different races gather is so diverse that its internal divisions are incomparable to those of the empire.

Therefore, elves are also elves.

Since the race sitting on the saint’s seat is elves, it is certain that his lineage is excellent.

There are certain questions that are good for inferring and understanding the detailed tendencies of such objects.

We need to know whether he is born with the bloodline of a great warrior or a famous wizard, and what kind of ideology he harbors.

This is the first and most important information to understand a good-blooded elf.

If we compare them to pure-blood dragons rather than elves, they can be viewed as a major category, such as whether the ancestor recorded at the top of the genealogy is a fire dragon or an earth dragon.

“Can I ask you some questions? Since there is a high possibility that I will meet the saint, I would like to check a few things before moving on.”

“Of course. I will answer to the best of my ability.”

Leaving the saintess hesitating, pursing her lips, Roman raised his voice towards Majella.

“Saint, you are the leader of the Federation Church, so you wouldn’t be a believer in the World Tree, would you?”

“That’s right.”

First, two ideas that are popular among elves.

Elves are mainly divided into whether they believe in the Goddess or the World Tree.

As a remnant of the past that allowed polytheism, there are many elves who have lived since that time as they are a long-living species.

Even if the group that worships the World Tree is not proud in the federal government.

They have considerable influence within the race of elves.

“Of course your lineage must be great. Is the saint’s name also known?”

“It is not publicly known, but it is not confidential information, so if you look for it, you will find it quickly. The saint’s name is Juberois Blanc.”

“You’re not a great warrior, but a wizard. Blanc… Blanc…”

“Is there anything you’re having trouble with?”

“It’s not a problem. I’ve heard of it, so it’s definitely an influential lineage.”

Not among elves. It was a name that could be considered a giant in the federal government itself.

Roman, who was terrible at memorizing men’s names, muttered the saint’s name quietly to memorize it.

“Brother Roman is very knowledgeable about the different race called elves.”

“I was also taken aback by the depth of the question.”

The saintess who had been looking down showed a curious expression, and she finally raised her head and spoke.

Magella feels the same way as Atra and seems to be waiting for Roman’s answer.

“Not at all. All adventurers who have entered the Federal Bureau memorize and pay attention to this much.”

“Is that so?”

The saint’s ambiguous reaction upon hearing the answer.

Rieke, who was sitting next to her and listening quietly, gently touched Roman’s thigh under the table with a satisfied smile.

“But there’s something I don’t understand. Can I ask you a question about that too?”

“Brother Roman’s words are very insightful and we can learn from them, so we are always welcome.”

Only then did Atra return to her usual self and begin to participate in the conversation.

“Doesn’t the bloodline called Blanc… Hate humans to a degree comparable to that of the pure-blood dragon race? I heard it through rumor, so I’m asking to confirm.”

There is also the possibility that the saint is an elf who escapes the confines.

There are always exceptions, so there is no room for pure love to exist in her courtship of the saint.

Otherwise, there may be cases where the knowledge you have itself is incorrect information.

“Uh, I don’t know what to say about that… Umm!”

“If it’s a question that’s difficult to answer, I don’t intend to force myself to listen to it.”

The saint’s voice is lost in confusion. Roman understands because he expected that reaction to some extent.

‘Well, even if the federal country is an enemy country, it is difficult to say that the church’s saint, contrary to his name, does not have racial discrimination.’

In either case or the other way around, it appears that the bloodline called ‘Blanc’ has that kind of vibe. It’s the same no matter which path you take.

So I have no intention of forcing myself to come up with an answer through this difficulty.

Roman wondered how he would get information from the other side, so he closed his mouth for a moment and rolled his head.

“”···.””

The room, which could hardly be described as spacious, became quiet.

The only sound that filled the room was the sound of Rike handing over her car, who was lost in her own thoughts, far from the topic.

It was Majella who broke the silence that followed.

“As an escort, may I express my personal opinion?”

“Please, if the saintess allows it.”

Majella, who saw that Atra was slightly choking, lifted the tea cup and moistened her mouth with her exhalation, and then let out her voice.

“I would like to say once again that this is not the opinion of the saint or the church, but rather my personal opinion and inference as an escort.”

“Understand.”

Rike seemed to have finally become interested as well, leaning her head on Roman’s shoulder and looking across from her.

“First of all, the information you know about the elf named ‘Blanc’ is true. As a bodyguard, I have yet to encounter any exceptions. Of course, there are cases where they do not want to show it, but they unconsciously do so through minor actions or the way they speak. Isn’t it bound to be revealed?”

In the end, from Majella’s point of view, it means that sainthood is in that direction.

Roman went into the final check.

“I have a feeling for what it feels like. So, is it true that the reason the saint is courting the saint is not love at first sight or pure love?”

“Well, that’s what I think.”

“I wonder if the legitimate reason for feeling that way is because the other party simply felt that they hated humans. I’m also curious about that.”

Majella, who had hesitated at her introspective words, stiffened again at Roman’s questioning words.

‘I guess something comes to mind.’

If you look at the hesitant saintess, looking back and forth between Majella and here.

It seemed like they both mentioned it at least once.

“I think… The saint wants to have someone by his side who can use excellent holy magic and even handle the religious relics of the church, not the saint herself.”

Although he repeatedly emphasized that this was his personal opinion, he seemed to feel the same way when he looked at the saintess’s appearance.

No matter how personal it may be, it is a bold statement that could cause trouble if it goes out.

That’s how interested Roman is.

“Is it because the Saint of the Federation has no divine power?”

“I can’t say for sure if that’s the reason. But let me point out, it’s true that the saint doesn’t have divine power.”

“Hmm.”

“No one can openly criticize the deeply traditional election method, but as a member of the church, regardless of the guard role, I see a problem with that.”

“I understand that part too.”

Even if it is a matter of great dissatisfaction in the eyes of the church members of the empire.

The general public of the federal state would not be particularly interested if there were no problems with the saint’s skills.

No matter who sits there, it’s enough as long as the denomination doesn’t go bankrupt, and it’s enough as long as there’s no disruption in the supply of supplies.

“Of course, there are talented high-ranking priests residing in the Federal Bureau. However, it is absolutely impossible to compare with the saint!”

As Majella spoke with excitement, Roman shook her head and tried to calm her mind.

“In the end, I will have to meet you before I can make a decision. For now, I will remember the details you told me today.”

“If you meet in person, adventurer, I believe you will understand more than I do with your excellent insight.”

“The expectations are heavy.”

If the conversation that took place here is true without exaggeration.

This means that they judged that their bloodline, which is great even among elves, is meritorious enough to woo a human they consider insignificant.

I don’t think it was a wrong decision for a saint, but the elves who held her power were generally very proud, so it felt strange.

‘It’s not good to have too many preconceived notions.’

First of all, I’ve heard everything I needed to hear.

Roman, holding the teacup, took a sip of the remaining lukewarm liquid.

“Thank you. I have a lunch date now, so I guess I’ll have to get up and see.”

“···Once the date is set, I will send you a letter to the guild.”

The saintly woman, who looked strangely tired, smiled and stood up from her seat.

“Thank you for your hospitality, saint.”

Rike took her scroll and cross and bowed her head.

Atra came closer with one foot to her and lightly hugged Rike as if giving her a hug, contrary to what she had done before.

“Sister Ricke, thank you for showing me the ocean-like generosity today. Thanks to you, I felt I was lacking and properly established the values ​​I should pursue.”

“Thank you so much for your sincere apology.”

If the saint had not been so consumed with sin that Ricke could tell simply by her eyes, she might have met a different ending.

Even though she did not do it herself, she showed her sincerity on behalf of the church, so Rike was able to shake off her resentment.

“The administrative procedures for the Bright family’s reinstatement will be completed in tomorrow or two. If you want to honor the souls of the victims of injustice, I will lend a hand at any time.”

After saying thank you, Rike left the church holding Roman’s hand.

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As time passed, a letter from the church arrived at the Adventurer’s Guild.