Chapter 385 – Pure White Saint -3- (Fan Art Illustration)

‘I’m going crazy.’

Although the day was bright and sunny, Majella’s expression as she sat inside the church was covered with dark clouds.

Since yesterday, she had no time to feel her hunger and had even skipped meals.

The only thing that passed through her aching throat and reached her empty stomach was the coffee that Shuel gave her.

“Whoa…!”

Although Majella spent her entire day worrying, she was unable to properly organize her complicated thoughts.

She noticed yesterday that the entry-level notebook had been changed, and she sprinted straight to the gate.

That was the time when I reported to the higher-ups, completed various tasks, and the sun was setting.

Naturally, there was no way the two of them would have been together by that time.

Even if you think about it calmly and move to the immigration control location, it will take a few days for it to arrive.

If that happens, it will be one step too late and only the work of the church will be left to someone else.

If you look at the conclusion, it is already too late.

Roman must have already read the entire notebook.

‘It’s no one’s fault but mine…’

I wonder what is going on between those two. It was impossible to predict even the slightest bit.

Moreover, even if Atra sends letters to the church for reporting purposes, they only reach the church unilaterally.

There is no way to answer the question other than through artifacts, ignoring the vast distance between them as a federal state.

But of course that is also impossible.

She said it was a mistake she made and that Roman should have already read the contents of the notebook.

It makes no sense to use such a wasteful item when treatment is late.

‘Ha… I guess I’ll have to wait for now.’

If Atra has any problem, she will write it down concisely.

So the first letter is important.

Majella’s heart is as heavy as a rock as she waits for the letter that is essentially her sentence.

*****

There is a reason why this place with a wide open view has a lifeless background even though it carries the heavy responsibility of immigration control.

First of all, how many people legally move from the Empire to the Federation every day?

The purpose of maintaining an inn or restaurant without any proper customers is for the people who control access. They do not make a living by being characters-in-waiting like saints or Romans.

As direct evidence, I picked up from the Romando inn owner’s chat that the empire is providing support to merchants in this area.

“···.”

As the innkeeper said, no matter how much you look around, this place is a barren wasteland and wasteland.

To cross a high and wide wall with no one waiting.

Unlike yesterday, Roman hesitated and quietly followed Atra, who took timid steps.

‘Did you find the bed uncomfortable?’

I walk as if my inner thighs are sore.

Watching it from behind makes my girls pop out of her head and there are scenes that are forced to play.

It was the day that petite Ceria had her first experience and returned to her mansion whimpering with sore muscles.

Like the back of Alice as she went in to wash, her body stretched from pleasure.

‘I’m still a kid too.’

Even if I think of my women in my head, I am aware that it is a fantasy that should not be associated with the saints of the church.

Roman lifted his gaze from where he had been observing Atra’s strange gait and threw it into the sky.

“Brothers, thank you for your hard work. I left the church.”

“We will open it as soon as we finish checking.”

“Here is a letter I received from the Federal Bureau of Investigation.”

When Atra handed over the certificate he was carrying, the guard bowed his head deeply and politely expressed his respect. She sounded dry.

“Is that the one escort listed as accompanying you?”

“Yes.”

Majella, who was always there as an escort, is nowhere to be found, and for some reason, a nasty man whose identity she is unknown is there as an escort.

The guards looked slightly surprised, but seemed to be familiar with the saint’s face, and only confirmed the letter with precision.

Without asking, I turned around and held the closed door.

“”Open the door!””

The guards make a loud noise that can be heard on the other side and pull open the heavy door.

Deddude ㅡ!!

Anyone can tell that it has been a long time since the last opening.

Roman, who checked that Atra had started to stride normally unlike before, stretched out his foot and took a step forward.

“Just in case, I’ll take the lead.”

“···Yes.”

The saint left a greeting to her guards and passed through the gate behind Roman.

The moment you pass through the thick gate and cross the border.

In just a few steps, Roman and Atra came face to face with a painting that made them feel like they were in a foreign country.

When you pass the wall and reach the other side, you will see guards belonging to the Federal Bureau who manage people crossing into the Empire.

There are only two humans between them. The rest were beasts with long snouts and thick fur.

The gaze was vague enough to be friendly and too faint to be read as hostile. The two walked away from the group.

As the distance between them widens sufficiently, gaze falls.

Roman walked slowly with Atra by his side, matching her pace.

“It’s hard to be sure how long it will take since we always travel by carriage from here, but I think we’ll have to walk quite a bit to get to the nearest village.”

“It’s okay since you mentioned it in advance. As I said yesterday, you don’t need to worry about this.”

Atra, who was walking along the polished dirt road, muttered in a low voice.

“Brother Roman… You said it would be okay as long as there was a result from the request, right?”

“You’re right.”

“If I think that a brother who feels uncomfortable doesn’t really understand the reason, it keeps bothering him.”

Roman feels something when he sees Atra hesitating like this.

I think it’s not her amazing magic or her amazing healing abilities, but that kind of appearance that most strongly makes you feel that she is a saint.

“Please tell me and I will listen.”

“W-Is it really okay?! It seems like an unreasonable thing to do to make myself feel at ease…”

“I was curious too. If you are a saint, she is obviously a distinguished guest of the Federation. Is there a reason why she is not provided with transportation?”

Roman, who showed a happy smile, asked her a question.

Atra began to express her voice with an easily recognizable expression.

“It would be more accurate to say that it was ‘not’ provided, rather than that it was not provided. I deliberately did not enter the exact date because I thought it would be better to go to the federal capital in person.”

She wondered if it was curiosity that the saint had never been anywhere other than the capital, but Roman quickly put the matter out of her mind.

Knowing that Atra would not prioritize such personal feelings, Roman quietly waited for an answer.

“Anyway, I think there is a high possibility that if the saint finds out that you were forcibly brought in under the pretext of escorting him, an order to congratulate him will be issued. Magella also said the same thing.”

“Hmm.”

This situation right now is absurd. Atra, who enforced this method, knows best.

Plus, the number of times you’ve encountered a saint can give you a vague picture of how to act.

“Still, I believe that if you went to the trouble of going to the capital without support, they wouldn’t outright kick you out. There are a lot of eyes there, and you didn’t actually violate the permission given in the letter.”

“I understand. I will trust and follow the saint’s wisdom.”

With Atra’s explanation, Roman began to simply image the saint and increase the resolution.

“Which···.”

“Yes.”

“It was the same at the inn, but don’t you feel tired when you continue the conversation in a place where you can’t mention your position?”

If it was thought that the people around her did not know the saint, she did not mention them at all.

As the saint said, she was not without those aspects.

“If there is a bigger problem than fatigue, it will be difficult for her to face a situation where she has to call a saint. Would you like to make up an alias at this point?”

“You can just call me Atra.”

Even in the empire, a saint is called a saint, but her name is not publicly known.

Moreover, although the name is unique, it is not a name that does not exist at all.

Even among the rumors related to her appearance, the mainstream saying that she was beautiful enough to be favored by the goddess was not widely known.

“···.”

Artra watched with a strange sense of tension as Roman, who had tightly woven her facts and information, was the main memory and ended up convincing her.

“Atra.”

“···.”

“Atra?”

“Ah, yes! Yes!”

Seeing Atra nod her head hesitantly, Roman smiled at her.

“It sure looks good.”

“···Fortunately, the.”

“Since Atra has been so considerate and generous to our convenience, I will do my best to help with this schedule.”

“!”

From then on, the saint’s walking speed suddenly slowed down.

The saint who had been walking normally until just now began to walk in an unidentifiable manner again.

‘What on earth?’

I tried to ignore her because she didn’t seem to have any problems earlier, but it was hard to just ignore her when she started acting strangely like this.

After confirming once again that there were no listening ears around her, Roman decided to ask her the question she had been holding on to.

This was a behavior that had not been mentioned in the notebooks I had read through several times, so it really bothered me.

“Atra.”

“···Your brother.”

“Did you hurt your leg?”

Roman’s question wasn’t about whether Atra was really hurt.

Could it be that the saint of the church couldn’t heal even one of her own wounds?

I just want to indirectly infer the reason for the seemingly uncomfortable movement.