Chapter 382 – This Is What the Saint Is Like.

A goddess who created the continent and harmonized all kinds of life, including humans and other races, monsters and beasts.

Her biggest concern and problem is that the importance of characters on the continent whose future path she cannot predict has begun to increase to an excessive extent.

The first are people who have learned black magic and have developed a connection with gods from another dimension.

And her second is the lost souls of her vessel whom she called upon to create a number of new instances beyond her own possibilities.

But there are also differences between the two.

For warlocks, the starting point of the soul was originally born and announced through the goddess herself, so the future is blurry.

If she, like Roman, only provides her vessel and contains the soul of another dimension, the future will not only be foggy, but so pitch black that she will not be able to see even an inch in front of her.

It is no longer possible to keep her gaze there to observe the present just because she cannot see the future.

As a murderous figure appears in the background, if you neglect her eyes, you will be haunted by her warning that sits in your mind.

If there is a solution or a clever solution to this gloomy situation.

If she has a child like Atra by her side, who accepts the love of her creator, her own, without resistance, she will be able to blend in with that prediction and see, albeit dimly, what lies ahead for her.

*****

“Brother Roman. Welcome.”

“Nice to meet you, saint.”

The saint whom Roman met upon arriving at the church was ready to leave, just like himself.

He was dressed more formally than when we met him outside on a pilgrimage, and there was no sign of physical fatigue.

‘?’

An unexpected sense of heterogeneity is noticeable in such a picture.

The fact that Majella, the guard who followed the saintess like her shadow, was not dressed in the armor she always wore, but was dressed neatly in what appeared to be everyday clothes.

It seems that she is not prepared to go on such a long journey and is not sticking by her saintly side.

She immediately approaches Roman, bows her head, and speaks.

“Adventurer. Please take good care of the saint. Although the order has been reversed, the remuneration will be determined by the church upon your return and will be paid to your satisfaction.”

“Yes?”

“And since I believe the saint did not write it properly in the letter, I would like to tell you… If the saint does not take care of it differently than she seems, she tends to miss small details. In particular, if she falls into a deep sleep, she opens her eyes and comes to her senses. It will take about 30 minutes, so if you can make an appointment with a distinguished guest from the federal government–“

To Roman, who was unable to understand her situation, Majella began to force her knowledge about the person called ‘Atra’, who was not a saint, into her without any intention of frying beans in her lightning.

As Roman was listening in a daze, Atra, whose face was red, jumped in and blocked him.

“Mazela… It’s okay if you don’t say things like that! Please consider her status as a saint and the shame I’ll feel!”

“Holy woman. If you happen to leave the church’s holy relics behind in your lodgings, I don’t think the gravity of it can be compared to the feeling of shame.”

“Well, I found it right away… And it hasn’t happened since! How long are you going to make fun of me about that!”

“How could I, a mere bodyguard, do that to a saint? I am more serious than anyone else right now.”

“Tsk…!”

Majella, with her infinite seriousness, shook her head from side to side with her still stiff face.

Atra pursed her lips in response to her sincere energy.

“Saint. If you apply for an escort request from a high-ranking adventurer such as Blue Geum or Platinum, you must provide information about the object of escort in advance. Check what must be observed and what must not be violated in order to avoid crossing the line between each other. I’m going.”

“···Is that so?”

Of course, Art did not include such trivial details in the letter.

Since Roman was indifferent to everything, she just asked him to act as an escort. Majella was expecting even that, so she had nothing to say.

“That includes various details that need to be taken care of or paid attention to. The saintess was confident that she could do it herself, so I waited and watched, but it is rude to ask for an escort like this.”

Atra, who had become restless at Majella’s words, turned her body towards Roman and bowed her head.

“Well, I’m sorry. I always went with Majella, so I was ignorant about the adventurer profession.”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind.”

Roman’s side was also halfway through understanding the situation.

But she wasn’t perfect, and Majella still seemed to have something to say.

She opened her mouth again, putting her scarred hands into the pockets of her street clothes.

“I’ve been preparing since yesterday so that I can hand over the necessary matters for the escort… Huh?”

You can’t find what you want.

As she rummaged through her pockets, she showed a rare expression of embarrassment.

“I’m sorry. I’ll get it right away, so please wait here for a moment.”

“You can take it slow.”

The moment Majella excuses herself from Roman and leaves her seat and turns the corner.

The voice of Atra, who sensed the great shame that was coming, was heard.

“Brother Roman. Let’s get out before Majella comes back! I’ll explain the information you need in words…!”

“But shouldn’t we say hello and go?”

Atra’s words, as she was impatiently trying to leave her place, were heard in Majella’s ears.

Her steps toward her room became faster.

Squeak-!

When I open the door to the private room, I see documents piled up on the table.

And then I pick up the black notebook sitting on top of the white papers.

I quickly returned using my mana, and as expected, I found Atra dragging Roman’s sleeve and heading outside the church.

“Saint. I asked you to wait. Where are you going?”

“···Hot!”

Pop. Majella smiled slightly when she saw Atra stopping and handed the notebook in her hand to Roman.

“Adventurer. This is a notebook that records the information needed to escort the saint. I followed the form that the Adventurer’s Guild fills out for requests as best as I can.”

“Thank you. I have experience escorting VIPs, so please trust me.”

The item Majella brought was a standard notebook used by all members of the church.

It is a black item with a flashing cross drawn on it, and is a common supply item that every member of the religious order carries at least one.

“Once again, please take care of yourselves, saintess, and if you have any problems, please let us know at any time.”

“Stop worrying about me, take this time to get some rest and take care of your body. I’ll be busy again when I get back.”

“I understand. Even if everything is fine, please write to me as often as possible.”

Atra approached Majella and put his body close to her, as if hugging her, and they lightly patted each other’s backs.

It was just an act of Atra leaving her guard role to show how much she cared for Majella and Majella for her Atra.

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“Whew.”

After confirming Atra and the adventurer disappearing into the building with the gate, Majella reported that they had departed for the upper echelons of the church. She returned to her room.

“···?”

Majella returned to her room and started cleaning. As she sorted out the messy papers, she found another standard notebook lying asleep in the middle of it.

Majella, her eyes growing ever wider, lifted up her notebook with trembling hands and opened it.

‘No way!’

Goosebumps rising on the skin.

I grab the black leather cover and turn through each page, holding my breath.

Sarah. Sarah.

“Ah···!”

No matter how many times I check the reality I don’t want to believe, the result is the same.

Changed. Things have changed.

It was her own fault for not checking her information as she was too anxious to see if Atra would leave.

If you ask what has changed.

A supply notebook containing only the information that can be reported to Roman, a platinum adventurer and man.

Her supply notebook, which she had written about the saintess when she started escorting her, had been changed.

*****

“Are you not dizzy?”

“It’s okay. I’ve ridden a lot so I’m used to it.”

Roman, who came out of the gate carrying the backpack containing the saint’s luggage, set out with Atra holding her notebook in one hand.

Atra seemed to have given up now and was no longer looking at her notebook.

‘···Why? ‘What happened?’

Roman’s doubts were not immediately about the Federal State or the saint’s actions.

From the perspective of Roman, an adventurer, it was surprising that he was suddenly trusted so much by the guard.

If Majella, who was always by the saint’s side, had the impression that she would never allow a painting like this.

“Saint. Can I ask you one thing?”

“Yes. Please make yourself comfortable.”

“I confirmed in the letter you sent me that you were going to act as a guard. But… Is it okay for an adventurer to push away the saintess’s real guard?”

Roman naturally thought that he and Majella would guard the saint.

“Well, that’s also the part where I didn’t explain it properly. In fact, the Federal Bureau of Investigation has restricted the guard to only one person, and they have declared that they will not receive anyone other than members of the church… I was thinking of bringing Majella in as a member of the church and accompanying him. This is also a bit much. There are complicated circumstances…”

“I understand briefly. In such a situation, I think the current method is good.”

Even so, it was impossible to understand why the faithful saint’s escort stepped down and gave up his seat to her, but given her relationship, it was difficult for her to delve into that point.

“The saintess must have been to the Federal Bureau more often than I.”

“If you just look at the number of times, it’s not a small number. I think you’ll be more knowledgeable than me since you’ve never been to a place other than the capital.”

While chatting about work, the two got into a carriage to move from one territory to another.

‘The carriage is very cramped…’

Even if you don’t like it, you can’t help it.

The way to get to the federal government is not to just head to the nearest territory and break through.

There is a place that accepts outsiders after following procedures, so from now on, you have to take a carriage to get there.

With a rattling sound.

As the carriage began to move, Roman made eye contact with Atra, who was sitting across from him.

“Holy woman. You can sleep comfortably.”

“Brother, Majella said I sleep a lot, but she doesn’t sleep like that all the time.”

Roman smiled at Atra, who looked slightly sulky, and dropped her gaze. He opened the notebook he had been holding in one hand.

I think there might be something we need to figure out in advance.

Additionally, I couldn’t remember when the last time I was asked to escort a VIP was.

‘I think it’s been two years at least.’

I grabbed the church notebook and opened the first page.

-Check what kind of attire the saintess wears on the day, and the color of her underwear is a single color. She should be prepared with something that is not at risk of being exposed above her clothing.

“···?”

Tup.

After reading the first line, Roman closed the notebook he had opened.

She rubbed her eyes with her hands as embarrassment rushed over her.