Chapter 383 – Pure White Saint -1-

“Hmm…”

Roman could not hide the complicated feelings that came over him the moment he opened the black notebook he had received from Majella.

When Roman, who was sitting across from me, suddenly began to drool and press his eyes.

Atra opened her mouth with a worried look on her face.

“Brother? Are you unwell?”

“···No, thanks.”

Inside the rattling carriage.

Roman was lost in thought for a moment while looking at the outside scenery reflected through the window.

Follow common sense from your current life, not your past life.

‘Isn’t the denomination closed to issues with the opposite sex unless you’re married?’

Could it be related to the unknown trust that was suddenly given the escort position?

Or was she left behind by the rapidly changing atmosphere of the church while she was lounging around in the mansion?

‘It doesn’t matter.’

There was definitely a moment of unexpected embarrassment, but Roman’s head cooled and he faced reality.

No matter what it is, isn’t this the situation that is facing me right in front of me?

It is desirable to show behavior befitting the name of a platinum adventurer.

‘···If you think about it, it’s not like it doesn’t exist at all.’

How many different people and different races have I met in my life as an adventurer?

As with the Empire, there were many situations comparable to the present in the Federal State we were heading to right away.

Among certain races, those with exceptionally good bloodlines do not regard other races or lower members of the same race as intelligent beings.

Because they think they are no different from insects or inanimate objects, there are often cases where they show ridiculous forcefulness in that no matter what they do in front of them, they do not feel ashamed as if they are alone.

But.

What if the saints of the church that I have seen so far do not seem to be of that type, so what if it is another reason?

Without having to go far, one thing immediately pops into Roman’s mind.

‘···He had the courage to let go of his personal feelings in order to perform his duties perfectly.’

If I had to choose, I think this would be the closest shadow to a saint.

Even if the outward behavior of a saint is gentle, the core of her mission within her will be like steel, as the Chinese character expression ‘outwardly inner strength’ often exists.

‘If you don’t have that, you won’t be able to stand above the majority.’

When I look back at the moments I faced with her, it has been a long time since I realized that her spiritual strength based on faith was not ordinary, unlike her weak body.

‘The rationalization ends here.’

Now it’s time to get back to work. How many times have you been asked by Howie, saying you trust him?

Here, an ambiguous attitude creates an awkward composition with the saint? In fact, it is an ugly thing to do.

“Whew.”

Roman reopened the black notebook he had closed.

I read it again from the first chapter with the intention of studying.

-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.

-Her skin is weak and sensitive.

– When choosing underwear, it is important to find a soft material that does not rub against the skin.

-When a saint sleeps outdoors, she cannot sleep soundly unless she covers her toes with a sleeping bag.

– When you start reading a novel, you tend to postpone sleep, so you need to restrain yourself.

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‘Didn’t you prepare it as an adventurer request form?’

It was a little different from what I expected, but there was no problem reading it, so I skimmed through it anyway.

“···.”

Roman, who read a page full of type in the shaking carriage, was genuinely impressed by Majella’s sincerity.

‘Is this too detailed?’

Looking at it positively, it can be said that one feels the responsibility and painstaking work of protecting a saint.

Rather than having a neat system in place, the atmosphere is one in which things that come to mind at the time are written down one by one, which gives a friendly feeling.

“Hmm, hmmm -!”

Roman, who took a deep breath at the subtle gaze, looked up from his notebook and raised his head.

The saint moved her purring lips.

“Huh, brother? It’s true that Majella knows me well, but I might be exaggerating a bit.”

“We will only check the information necessary to fulfill your request, so you don’t have to worry.”

Atra, who had not shown any interest until now, seemed quite curious about the content written in Roman’s reaction after reading it.

“Are there any strange stories…?”

“It was a good opportunity to see that her escort truly cares about the saint and serves her with loyalty. Her meticulousness is unusual.”

I secretly skipped the answer about whether or not there was a strange story.

When Majella’s praise came out of Roman’s mouth.

Atra erased his serious expression as if it were a lie, changed the subject, and expressed positivity.

“Brother, it seems that way too! Majella is good at her job too!”

“It seems like she has a reputation not only for escorting the saint, but also for her work.”

“She is particularly strict with herself, so her work ability is more trustworthy than anyone else’s. Her high-ranking priests also have a lot of trust in Majella because she has a tendency to extremely dislike breaking away from her established framework.”

“Hoo…”

Based on Atra’s words, Roman decided that this notebook was not wrong.

The inarticulate saint poured out endless compliments and anecdotes about her escort.

Roman spent time giving appropriate responses to the story until the moment the carriage stopped.

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To get here, it’s not enough to just move the territory once.

It was a long journey, with dinner in the middle and another trip by carriage.

A time when the sky boasts an ambiguous contrast as the sun sets.

Only then did the carriage, which had been running while kicking up dust, stop and the door opened.

“It will be easier to hold on to it and get off.”

“···Excuse me.”

Atra grabbed Roman’s collar and came down the stairs of the carriage without railings.

The familiar sight in her eyes took her breath away.

Packing up her maid and carrying her knapsack over one shoulder, Man Roman paid her fee and sent her carriage back.

I looked around her with a strange feeling that was completely opposite to that of Atra.

A place to legally cross the border from the Empire to the Federation and from the Federation to the Empire.

It is a land that gives the impression of being barren and secluded, like a barren land, but the characters standing guard are very disciplined.

It does not show pictures of the guards hanging out like the guards of a certain territory.

“This is my first time going into the feds here.”

Against the cool, open background, Roman opened his mouth first.

Officially, it is said that this is the only entrance from the Empire to the Federation.

The vast majority of adventurers who visit the Federation do not enter through legal means.

In the first place, regular entry into the country was almost impossible.

“Brother Roman has no choice because of a request, so it would be presumptuous of me to interfere…”

“I just appreciate your understanding.”

The saintess, who had endured her habitual dissatisfaction, pouted her lips and began to walk ahead.

It was a cool gait that showed off his multiple rounds of experience.

“First of all, since it’s late, I think it would be better to move on tomorrow. Is it okay if I do that?”

“Of course. Just follow the saint’s plan.”

Although it is a desolate place, there are a few lodgings nearby for waiting personnel.

Atra moved at a fast pace and stopped in front of an inn.

[Sleeping Pony]

‘It’s nice that it’s friendly.’

Looking at the sign that Atra points to, it reminds me of an inn that was taken care of in shabby times.

“This is an inn that Majella and I have stopped by several times. I think you will like it because the lady prepares a hearty breakfast for you.”

“You look familiar. I believe you even though you are a veteran adventurer and not a saint.”

Atra, who also smiled at Roman’s calm smile, opened the wooden door and stepped inside her inn.

“Ma’am, hello.”

“Oh my! Who is this!”

A large woman who appeared to be the owner of the inn ‘Sleeping Pony’ recognized Atra immediately.

She didn’t seem to know that she was a saint.

She seemed to have clearly remembered her appearance and asked if another pretty girl had come, welcoming her as if she were her own daughter.

After waiting for the private conversation to end, Roman took a seat in the room next to the saint under the pretext of being her escort.

The two went upstairs and headed to their respective rooms.

“Whew!”

Atra slowly looked around her room, which made her feel comfortable even though it had been a while since she had been there.

She walked a few steps and her eyes were fixed outside her window.

As she admired the darkness outside, Art realized one thing.

‘Right! I had to get the bag from her brother…!’

The backpack that Roman carried on his behalf included everything from the church’s clothing to underwear.

There are a lot of small personal items in there.

For example, her novels, her notebook, etc. Anyway, it is full of various items.

Because Majella, who carried her luggage, stayed in the same room every time, she was unable to think of it quickly.

At that moment, she was rushing with the thought that she should simply put away her outerwear and get it.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

– This is Roman.

A familiar energy and voice came from beyond the door.

The saintess, who was hanging up her cape, turned her head toward her door and uttered her voice.

“I’ll open it now!”

Atra quickly headed to the door and stuck her head out through the half-open gap.

She wondered if Roman had come to return the bag she was carrying, but all she could see was that her hands were empty.

“Do you plan to wear church uniform starting tomorrow?”

“I guess I have to do that.”

Atra, who had come this far in comfortable clothes, nodded with her regret.

She still wears the same clothes she wore when she was a nun, but when she entered the Commonwealth as a saint, she needed to dress more formally.

“So, will you be wearing white or black tomorrow?”

“Uh, uh… Wouldn’t it be nice to have a clean white one…?”

I couldn’t even bring up the topic of the bag due to Roman’s extremely serious expression.

Atra gave the answer without thinking.

“Okay. Please wait a moment.”

“···Yes? Brother?”

With those words, Roman entered his room right next to him.

As Atra was blankly glaring, unable to grasp the situation, Roman returned holding something in one hand.

“Here it is.”

Roman is standing on his hand in front of him.

The religious attire neatly stacked on top of each other.

And pure white underwear.

Atra’s sky blue eyes brightened.

“?!”