Chapter 390 – Negotiation Attitude

The gloomy weather outside the window looked like it was going to rain heavily at any moment.

Below them, elves dressed in identical outfits were swarming around.

The scene captured in Atra’s eyes was such a ridiculous situation that she couldn’t argue even if she said she was still wandering in her dream.

“···Saint?!”

Even if it was impossible to guess under the circumstances, it wasn’t a dream.

The cool air from the early hour and weather touched my skin, free from the blanket, and I felt that it was reality.

Suma immediately retreated from the sight of Atra, who had only raised her upper body from the bed.

“Atra. Are you ready?”

“Yes. I need to hurry.”

“I will be waiting in front of the door. If you have any problems, just speak up.”

“All right.”

From the moment Roman opened the door and walked out.

Atra lowered her legs to the bottom of her bed, squeezing and somehow moving her body, which was heavy with her moisture.

‘I can’t believe you came to Farsten so early…’

There may be other duties that come with the title of saint, but it is thought that there is a high probability that it is related to Atra herself.

No matter what, there is no time for the saint to sit down and lose herself in her thoughts.

No matter what assumptions were made, the body had to move diligently.

“Puh-haa!”

After thoroughly washing her face with the hot water that Roman had prepared in advance, Atra moved her gaze as she dried off the moisture with a cloth.

‘···It won’t suddenly open, right?’

The presence of a tightly closed door.

After checking it again, Atra began to take off the clothes she was wearing, replacing her pajamas.

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‘It’s coming like this.’

It was unexpected that a great person like a saint would walk this far.

From Roman’s perspective, it would have been great if he could proceed with the work quickly and return to the empire without having to waste more time.

“···.”

Roman stood in the hallway guarding the door and sensed Atra moving around inside.

It is also easy to read that the elves who had been moving in groups outside began to line up below the inn, centering around a person presumed to be a saint.

‘There has definitely been progress.’

Although she felt that her skills took a huge leap forward as she learned new ways to use Auror and White Flame during a fight with Martial God that was held as a regular event not long ago.

Even at times like this, you can subtly feel growth.

In the past, my developed senses felt like recognizing the existence of the other person in an abstract way.

It’s different now. It’s clearer.

It’s like seeing through a wall. The number and movements of the people around me are clearly drawn as lines in my mind.

On the first floor, everyone who could be considered a customer left the place.

One person who was considered the center of the group sat comfortably at the table.

‘The guy who sits alone must be a saint.’

A life that spins like a windmill with all the ghosts working together to achieve great success with the advantage of longevity and magic.

As befits a person with such qualifications, Juverois Blanc’s capabilities, as perceived by Roman, could be said to be one of the few among the wizards he had met so far.

The first thing a wizard seeks is natural talent. The vast majority of elves are a race that comes into the world with this.

In particular, the Blanc bloodline that the saint inherited is a lineage that has been well-versed in magic for generations.

Relative freedom over time. Talent and an environment that promotes it.

Roman’s impression is that it is a combination that can be said to be perfect.

‘Not bad?’

Who would be suitable to compare with the characters who are said to have emerged from the empire?

As Roman was wasting time worrying about such meaningless things, Atra, who had finished getting ready, peeked her face out through the crack in the door and looked around her with a wary gaze.

“By any chance… Has the saint come?”

“I’m downstairs. I might leave right away, so I’ll grab my backpack.”

“Please do me a favor.”

As the door opened, Atra was seen wearing a pure white outfit embroidered with gold thread.

Although the outfit is not much different from yesterday, it may be because of the expression of tension and determination that feels particularly sacred today.

Menroman, carrying a large bag on one shoulder, checked his room once again and stood in front of Atra.

And she saw the saint’s stiff expression.

“Atra knows better than me, but I think it’s enough as long as you don’t get swayed by the saint in conversation.”

“Whoa…”

“And there is no need to make a promise if you have to sacrifice something or go overboard. Even if the position is canceled, I have my own way of solving it.”

“Yes?”

Light blue eyes turned blankly to Roman.

Roman, who received his gaze, lowered his head slightly with one hand placed on his chest.

He spoke in a low voice.

“I respect and admire Atra’s spirit of sacrifice and nobility.”

“Thank you…?”

“It’s a pity that I had to face the saint in a hurry without being prepared. What’s more unfortunate is that I didn’t have time to briefly explain what I was thinking in a way that suited the situation.”

“···.”

Atra caught the cross twirling in the air, hanging from her heaving breasts.

A building that has become quiet due to someone’s visit.

After checking the empty hallways and stairs, the saintess spoke softly.

“Can I listen to you now, brother?”

“It’s simple. If you are offered unfair conditions that require Atra to sacrifice something, you should refuse it.”

“If it’s a sacrifice…?”

“Everything is against Atra’s heart and will. Just because you recommended me to go to the federation, I found a way to talk to the imperial family and extract Nema Natas from the empire. That alone is enough, so don’t force yourself to do anything you don’t want to do. “

“!”

The saint’s eyes wavered.

Roman and Atra.

The work the two must do in the federal government is simple, but difficult if they do not have power.

The Emperor of the Empire fears the chaos that will result from the removal of Nema Natas and the subsequent attack by the Federation to fill the vacuum of military power.

This highlights the presence of Nema Natas, which is parasitic on the federal government.

We need a situation where we can be confident that even if a gap in the empire’s defenses arises due to similar chaos, the Federal Bureau of Investigation will not be able to sneak in.

Basically, if these elements are not exhausted, the emperor will not allow attempts to remove the elusive cancer called Nema Natas from the empire.

Up to this point, the will of the imperial family.

The way the saints of the church dream is different.

Atra seeks to recognize Nema Natas as a public enemy against which the Empire and the Federation will be hostile.

If this is possible by properly explaining the risks, it is an excellent method.

“I am a person who believes that the method planned by Atra is more efficient than the imperial family. If it is successful, the imperial family will not hesitate.”

“Then isn’t this meeting with the saint more important than anything else?”

“If you go through an elegant process, yes.”

“···?”

Atra, who did not understand what Roman meant, curled her eyebrows and pursed her lips in question.

Atra’s appearance was no different from any other girl of her age.

“Why does Atra go to great lengths to erase warlocks like Nemanathas? Is it because she simply goes against the Goddess’ principles and goes against nature?”

“This is because the number of unfortunate people who are unable to flourish in life and become victims is increasing.”

A strong tone with force.

Roman asked, meeting his trembling eyes.

“Atra sacrificing herself to cut out Nema Natas doesn’t fall into that category?”

“···.”

Atra’s expression shakes with all sorts of emotions as if an earthquake has occurred.

Roman almost placed his hand on the saint’s head without realizing it, following a habit he had developed at her mansion.

‘No. Am I crazy? ‘What are you doing?’

Roman, who came to her senses, withdrew his hand from her subconscious.

She simply bent her knees so they were at eye level.

“I know that legal procedures are good, but if that fails due to someone’s greed, I have my own method as an adventurer.”

“Brother…”

“If a good outcome does not come out of the negotiations, I will do something. I will do my best to meet Atra’s purpose as much as possible, so you don’t have to worry.”

“Tsk…!”

Atra turns her head to avoid eye contact.

Roman smiled and stood up straightening his back.

“Please let go of your feelings of tension and show everyone your usual warmth.”

Roman shows this by pulling up the corners of his mouth with both hands.

Atra smiled as she faced Roman with a light blush.

“Yes…! I’ll keep that in mind.”

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‘Late.’

What are you doing?

She seems to know that she herself has walked this far, but the presence of the saint sensed from above does not come down as she stops in her place.

As long as Jouberois Blanc is the owner of the denominations scattered throughout the federal state.

The church members and elves mixed among the guards in Farsten and each city were in his control.

Because the imperial saint knows that wherever she passes, she must make use of her correspondence.

Even though she may be annoying, if you leave her comments here and there, it is possible to figure out her location over time even if she enters the country without your knowledge.

Entering the country without hearing from her was a behavior she did not like because she had an intuition that she was avoiding him.

If we think about the future, we can graciously overlook this level.

Widely. Widely. Widely. Widely.

‘You’re here.’

The sound of footsteps caught in my ears. He got up from his chair and straightened his clothes.

After a while.

The imperial saintess, with flowing light blue hair, descended on the first floor.

“Saint. I’m sorry I’m late in getting ready.”

A beautiful face like that of an elf. A tremendous divine power that cannot be compared to anyone else.

The corners of the saint’s mouth rose as he faced Atra.

“No. But, does it hurt my heart if the saintess sleeps in such a shabby place?”

The person Juverois Blanc detected with his magic was clearly a saint.

She still has something to see.

As if it were a lie, there is a man standing next to the saint.

When Roman’s eyes met hers, Verois Blanc stopped her speech with her mouth open.