Chapter 412 – As the Saint Wishes -3-

The conversation continued without stopping for a long time, leaving my mouth dry.

It didn’t take long for us to resolve each other’s curiosity.

Most of the time was spent explaining and establishing the values ​​of the humans of the empire and the dragon people of the federal state as they came to mind, which harbored the possibility of misunderstanding their future actions.

“I will try to arrange a dinner tomorrow where I can present the draft of this agenda. I just happened to have an appointment with ‘him’ for other business, so I don’t think there will be any problems.”

“Thank you for caring me.”

Before we knew it, white frost had bloomed in a colorful shape in the conference room, centered around the Yongin tribe.

Varian stood up, gathering his papers filled with his notes.

“I will leave the exact location and time to the church by mail before noon tomorrow. I will assign a trustworthy person to guard it until you two come to see it in person, so you do not have to worry about the saint.”

Even though it was an unintentional part of the conversation.

Varian was the type of person to prepare the next best solution or countermeasure while carrying out a task to the point of obsession.

Parts of the story were clearly visible to understand why Theodore, who had an impulsive and hot-headed personality, handed over administrative and business decisions to this Yongin tribe.

Squeak.

After leaving the conference room, Varian did not mention anything related to work.

The content is a light saddam, with topics such as attractions of the Kiwon Festival, special schedules, and good restaurants nearby.

As soon as he was outside the church, he made haste to prepare to return to work.

“Saint. Then, I will head back.”

“Thank you for your dedication brother. See you tomorrow.”

Varian moves his wings to create wind.

Atra showed an example by holding on to her robe and head veil to keep them from flying away.

Varian, who lifted his shoe from the stone floor and floated away, showed a similar courtesy and flapped his wings in a flowing line as he walked away.

“You’re gone…”

Atra, who was watching the dragon people quickly moving away, opened his mouth with a blank expression.

The amount of information was too vast for her to realize, and it was weighing on the saintess’s mind.

“Atra, thank you for your hard work during the long meeting.”

“I still can’t believe it’s real, but it’s thanks to Brother Roman that we were able to finish it without any problems.”

“I was just faithful to the request. Are you feeling okay?”

“Thanks to you, brother. If I didn’t have these clothes, I might have been shivering from the cold.”

Even though she knew she would have to return her robe to Roman now that Varian, who had been exuding coldness from her, was gone, Atra did not loosen her hold on her clothes.

No, it would be accurate to say that she couldn’t.

“···?”

Her own grip against her rational commands. Atra blinked her sky blue eyes repeatedly.

‘Are you afraid I’ll be cold without this? Or not···.’

Atra is groaning at her strange behavior that even she cannot understand.

Roman proudly folded the shirt he was wearing and put it on his elbow.

“I’m not affected by the weather to this extent, so you can wear whatever clothes you want.”

“Well, the weather has definitely gotten a little cooler. Thank you.”

“Besides, I didn’t expect that this much time would pass.”

Roman and Atra have now left the church after hearing Varian’s explanation.

The color of the sky had changed.

The last time I saw it, the sun in the sky was tilting and emitting a red glow.

“Atra. What do you want to do now?”

“Yes?”

“I was wondering if you plan to stay at the church while you are at the Federal Bureau.”

“Ugh…”

Atra was troubled by Roman’s question.

She left the church as if to welcome Varian, but something felt awkward and uncomfortable when she re-entered the church.

Although they were not the ones directly fighting against each other, the confrontation between them and the saint resulted in a violent confrontation.

From Atra’s perspective, it was a very conflicting issue to be indebted to her church.

The current situation is difficult to resolve by revealing what it is about.

What if you happen to meet a saint in the church? Just imagining the discomfort she would feel now takes her breath away.

“···I think that will be difficult for the time being.”

“In that case, I’ll have to find a place to stay first. If you’re hungry, I think you can eat and then look for it.”

“I’m still okay, so I’d better start by finding a place to stay.”

“All right.”

As Roman took a step, Atra followed her steps.

Instead of putting on her borrowed outerwear, Atra put her arms inside it and pulled on her long sleeves, pulling her hands out.

‘Huh. It’s difficult if you get lost…’

She gently placed her hand on Roman’s arm. The sleeves of her shirt are rolled up, so Atra has only her bare skin to hold.

She just walked away from the church.

‘···.’

Perhaps it’s an aftereffect of the embarrassment of being drunk, but my cheeks feel hot enough to make me forget the coldness that Varian left behind.

There is no problem having a conversation with Roman unless you are face to face with her.

“Brother Roman. Can I ask you one thing?”

“Of course. You can ask me not just one question, but several questions.”

Thinking about the conversation we had in the conference room, Atra couldn’t help but laugh at those words.

“The request was made under the pretext of escorting, but I wonder if it would be rude to ask for escorting for something that I would voluntarily bear the burden of…”

“Atra, it seems like that part bothers you.”

“Wouldn’t everyone do that?!”

The first condition that Varian placed in the conference room was that the saint was not the only one to bear the risk.

Saint and escort. This means that the two people could be targeted by groups opposing the ceasefire.

When a client who is supposed to be protected voluntarily jumps into a crisis, does the adventurer have an obligation to protect him and take risks with him?

Roman gave a simple answer to Atra, who was helpless as she chewed her lip at that thought.

– I don’t care.

Varian accepted it as if he had expected it.

Atra was dumbfounded by Roman’s remark that came out right away without hesitation.

“I think it’s closer to a notification rather than a condition being put forward by the other party.”

Roman woke up Atra, who was thinking back on the past time, with a voice full of laughter.

“No matter what, it would be too dangerous if it was targeted within the federal bureau… I thought there was a way to continue the conversation and find another answer.”

“Atra-sama. That is unreasonable. There is no path other than the conditions set forth.”

“···How do you assert this?”

Roman wondered whether he should give an honest answer to Atra, who was curious in a serious voice.

Because I had a gut feeling that I would never be able to understand the answer based on Atra’s values.

‘Even if you don’t understand, it’s good to know that there are people like this in the world.’

Based on that thought, Roman came up with an answer.

“Theodor Spenta. The dragon people want to see the picture that Atra is worried about.”

“Yes···?”

“If I had stepped back from there, the agenda would not have returned to its starting point, but would have moved further away from its goal.”

“···Why?”

The names that were expected to oppose the truce shown by Varian were all special.

There were a lot of people sitting in important positions, so much so that if someone died or suffered a misfortune, the national power of the federal government could be diminished.

Even though there is a possibility that such people will face a difficult situation if they confront Roman.

Rather than appeasing the saint, Varian chose to ruthlessly cut him off.

From the beginning, Atra did not understand.

Like this.

This matter can never be answered rationally.

“I assure you, it’s because it’s fun.”

*****

A race of people who still debate whether their roots come from the goddess or the world tree.

Among the elves with long ears and beautiful appearances, those with excellent bloodlines gathered around a large round table.

Because it was an emergency call, not everyone gathered, but if the news were announced here, it would quickly spread to the elves in important positions.

“That’s the story that happened…”

The green plants growing in the center of the round table tried to brighten the atmosphere.

The elves who heard Juberoa Blanc’s words did not look good.

“A truce with the empire…?”

“That’s bullshit. Anyone can do whatever they want!!!”

“It’s him Varian. If he’s doing something so bold, he’s definitely ready to respond.”

“Tsk.”

The hustle and bustle of exchanging only meaningless laments showed no signs of abating.

An elf with a long sword propped against the wall rang out in the room with his deep voice.

“Stop! There’s no use swearing. You need to find an answer.”

“Hmm… What Daejeon said is right.”

“Keuhum!”

The eyes of the elf called the Great Warrior turned to the saint.

“Blanc’s kid. Shouldn’t you ask the saintess directly what the reason is? Just by looking at it, it’s powerful, so you’re a little girl who knows the answer. If it’s the culprit, you can just put her in a good place until she quiets down.”

“··· Master Daesan. The person guarding the saintess’s side is problematic for us to push like that.”

“Hoo?”

In a rare case, the Daejeon Master showed interest.

The saint thought he could blow her nose without touching her, so he started playing with her mouth.

“The saint’s current escort is a platinum adventurer from the Empire. She is believed to have a special artifact that hides her presence. She is a person with the power to defeat Algrat in the Origin Festival.”

Haha! That’s funny. Since I clashed with the Empire’s second knight, there hasn’t been anyone with a reputation in the Empire who has given me satisfaction.”

“···.”

“Hmm. That’s right.”

The elf, who had been thinking about the word platinum several times, grabbed his sword and stood up.

“I have to rush in now, but it might be the picture that guy Varian wants.”

“That’s right.”

“Kid. If you start talking about a truce, be sure to tell me the news first.”

“Yes!”

A smile spread at the corner of the saint’s mouth as he lowered his head.