Chapter 410 – As the Saint Wishes -1-

The capital of the federal state.

The time when the sun rose in the sky.

The two people moved towards the conference room located deep inside the church.

“The saint is waiting inside.”

The paladin guarding the quiet hallway leading to the conference room confirmed the identities of Roman and Atra.

The large body moved out of the way and opened the way.

“Thank you. Let’s go brother Roman.”

“Atra.”

“Yes?”

“You’d better put this on before you go.”

Roman wiggled his eyebrows and made his way to the conference room, then took off his robe and covered Atra’s shoulders.

“Brother… It’s not particularly cold, is it?”

“You’ll need it once you get into the conference room.”

“···.”

It was an incomprehensible sound, but I thought it wasn’t as bad as solving my curiosity.

The moment Atra, holding on to her outerwear tightly to keep it from falling, entered the conference room with a clicking sound.

Even though it was indoors with no wind, the air felt colder than outside on my skin.

“!”

Naturally, Juberoa Blanc was not the only person who caught Atra’s eyes upon entering.

A Yongin tribe with whom I had no contact was sitting in his seat.

The eyes of the dragon with pure white hair and blue horns were looking past Atra and towards Roman, who was standing behind him.

“Hmmmm…! Are you here?”

A voice breaks the heavy silence.

The voice of the saint welcoming the saintly woman was filled with a hint of trembling.

And when Juberoa Blanc’s dissatisfied eyes turned to the Yongin people. He stood up and bowed politely.

“Nice to meet you. My name is Varian and I serve Theodor Spenta.”

“I am Atra, the goddess’ faithful messenger.”

“It is an honor to meet the famous saint of the empire.”

Even though he was said to serve Theodore, the flame himself, his calm voice and quiet atmosphere were most surprising.

What is unique about them is that they are properly dressed, rather than taking off their tops to show off their muscles and skin like other Yongin people.

In addition, whenever the dragon with hair like an ice cap spoke or breathed, a light frost appeared on the wide round table.

“Atra, please sit down.”

After confirming that the brief greeting was over, Roman pulled out one of his chairs to make room for Atra to sit.

Atra sat with her butt pressed against the chair Roman had pulled out for her, and covered her lower body with her robe draped over her shoulder.

And behind the saint who sat down.

Roman was there, emitting strong and transparent colors as an escort.

“Algrat has asked me to convey my thanks to the saint for her healing.”

“I’m glad you came to your senses safely.”

“It may not be enough to compare to a saint’s bodyguard, but I am not someone who will be told that I am not good enough. If you call me and use me when you need me, I will grumble but still follow you in return.”

“Oh, no! I can’t believe I’m using it…!”

Before entering the main topic, a conversation to brighten the mood began without the saint.

Juberoa Blanc’s expression crumpled in an easy to understand manner.

Atra, who was polite and continued her personal conversation, showed one curiosity to further her conversation.

“Varian said that he serves Theodore, but as far as I know, Theodore Spenta’s followers are generally like that…”

“As you guessed, it is true that most of them are dragon people born with flame bloodlines. Approximately 70 to 80 percent of them are like that.”

As if I understood what you were curious about. Varian immediately continued his explanation.

“But as you can see, there are quite a few other lineages like mine. Wouldn’t it be natural for people to admire and follow what they don’t have?”

“Aha… It’s just as you said.”

The saint, who had been unable to participate in the conversation and had kept her mouth shut, growled and growled at Varian.

“Hey.”

“I will end this introduction and explain to the saintess why Varian is here.”

When Varian ignored her without even giving her a glance, the saint narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth.

“”···.””

A conference room where forced lightness and raw living coexist. Roman and Atra are watching it.

Even a passing nosedive will notice that the relationship between Juberoa Blanc and Varian is not good.

“I am here at the behest of Theodor Spenta.”

“Even if you say it’s a name… I’ve never heard of it before.”

“Discussions, negotiations, and contract writing are my areas of expertise. I am here to help the saint complete her work at the Federal Bureau as quickly as possible.”

“!”

Atra’s light blue eyes naturally turned to Roman.

Because I know what is behind Varian’s words. In reality, she has no interest in him, but the meaning she wants to convey to Roman through herself is clear.

‘Really···.’

I don’t know if I know my burning insides.

When her eyes met, Atra quickly returned her gaze to Roman, who was showing a sly smile.

“Let’s get to the point and tell the story of why the saint came to visit the Federal Bureau.”

Atra nodded her head heavily as the saint stepped in and made her voice heard.

The saintess swallowed her saliva, cleared her throat, and began pouring out what she had been preparing.

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What will happen to the country if we neglect Nema Natas, who is digging into power?

The dangers of black magic that developed over time, the emergence of artificial demons, etc.

At the end of Atra’s talk, which brought out confidential information to raise awareness of the danger of Nema Natas, which is located closer than other groups.

The expressions of the saint and Varian were completely different.

“”···.””

Juberoa Blanc looked closely at what Varian would say with a complicated and perplexed expression.

Varian, the person receiving his attention, was writing down something diligently on a thick document and pressed his pen to his chin as if he was organizing his thoughts.

While he was fiddling with the green horn and gathering her thoughts, the saint continued the conversation.

“What the saint is saying is that the Empire and the Federal Government should share the existence and danger of the organization called Nema Natas with the people and properly define it publicly.”

“You’re right.”

“But even in the federal bureaucracy, if a warlock is detected, they are killed regardless of the group. I don’t know if there will be a difference if there are specific regulations.”

Atra shook his head at the saint’s words.

“We must not end there, we must go further.”

“···What specific plan does the Holy Lady want?”

“I would like you, saint, to inform those who are the main players of the Federation of the Federation of the dangers of Nema Natas… If that is difficult, the churches of the Empire and the Federation will do the trick. Even our religious denominations, which are relatively free in both countries, should work together to thoroughly search for and eradicate Nema Natas. Do.”

“Hmm.”

“The growth of that group is a crisis for the continent… Instead of shedding blood as the Empire and the Federation fight to steal each other’s interests, they should join hands and cut out the group that is rotting the foundation!”

From the moment the story ended, the saint’s mind became busy with calculations.

‘If it’s Nema Natas, that’s when… Elf.’

First of all, I don’t want to have anything to do with the conditions and story that the saint said.

Thinking about the elf who was looking for a true saint in the past is no different from picking on a beehive.

‘But what if you look at the transaction to the extent that it alerts you to the risks?’

Even if the denomination prepares promotional material and mails it to a few people, it will meet the requirements.

Couldn’t you say a few simple words of warning to the people you encounter?

“It’s an ideal story, but even if you’re a saint, talking about war is beyond your authority.”

“I’m sorry… I just wanted you to know that this is such a serious issue.”

It’s important from now on.

The moment the saint, who had moistened her mouth with coffee that had cooled down due to Barian’s coldness, was about to propose a deal.

Perfect!

“Great.”

“?”

Varian drew people’s attention by stamping the table with his pen, and finally opened his mouth as if he had finished organizing the contents.

“I understand what the saint said. Even nominally, we have a good cause, so let’s take that direction and proceed.”

“Yes?”

“It is difficult to give a definite answer as we must also exchange letters with the imperial family of the empire, and it will be difficult indefinitely, but it would be neat for the empire and the Federation to sign a non-aggression pact with each other until the exploits of the continent called Nema Natas are eradicated.”

“···?”

“Let’s do it in the form of a truce based on the contract until the day Nemanatas is eradicated. However, in order for this matter to proceed without problems, there is one more person who needs to be persuaded. For that, the saint and her guard—.”

Kudangtang -!!

Juberoa Blanc, who had been listening quietly even though he had lost the time to negotiate, jumped up and grabbed Varian by the collar.

“You crazy lizard!!!”

“Let go, you idiot. Do you want to die?”

Crackle-

Varian’s cold entered the saint’s hands and they began to turn white.

Nevertheless, Veroa Blanc, who was feverish, did not let go of his hand and vented his anger.

“There is a limit to how shameless you are when you spit out irresponsible words! Do you even understand what you are saying!!!”

“I am a follower of Theodore, but I represent Theodore in all administrative matters.”

“Arrogant bastard… Have you gone crazy with the halo on your back every time? Did you even bring up the word truce?”

Tak!

Varian pushed away the saint’s hand that was holding his collar, straightened his wrinkled collar, and raised the corners of his mouth.

“Is it really so late to hear about the cult’s business? You should have paid attention to Theodore’s steps with those big ears and listened carefully to his voice.”

“What···?”

“Theodore has lost interest in the current war with the empire. Even a money-crazed ear would know what that means, right?”