Chapter 208 – 17. Holy Kingdom of Simon – Land of Goddess Cult (3)

Cloudy Ainquartus.

She was a saint

Of course she was, but she wasn’t a saint from the beginning. Among the saints of all time, she became a saint at a relatively young age, but there was also a time when she was an ordinary nun. She was, and before that, she was also an orphan. She used to earn by begging and begging in the slums.

“…”

Cloudy’s face was full of nostalgia as she recalled her old memories of her after a long time.

I didn’t miss it

To say that, every day was a series of hardships.

She always had to be careful not to be found out that she was a girl, and she had to try hard not to get hit. For an orphan in a slum, wounds are directly related to death if done wrong. Even if that wasn’t the case, she could have been handicapped.

She was like that now even just looking at this lifelong disability she was carrying.

Even so, Cloudy couldn’t say that everything was the worst in those days.

There was a person who could be called a ray of light, even if it was very weak.

“Sister Gisela…”

The name that came out of the saintess’ mouth was scattered in the morning air.

A name I haven’t heard in a very long time. It was a forgotten name. She couldn’t help it.

Although it is said to be a ray of light from childhood, it was also a story that has been around for 30 years. Furthermore, Cloudy’s face recognition disorder. It’s weak, but it’s a disability that I can’t remember her face even if I have n’t seen her for 10 years. Of course, I could n’t even think of Gisela’s face her.

Moreover, when I think of her last meeting with her ….

“Mrs. Cloudy.”

Cloudy, lost in thought, lifted her head as she heard the voice her calling her. He had been wrapped up so he wouldn’t be discovered, but he needed to be careful.

“…Is that you? The one who brought that name.”

“That’s right.”

She looked at the boy in front of her with narrow eyes that seemed to be invisible.

The knight of Ulstro Kingdom, Valdes.

Serenia Countess Bernstein’s first apprentice in decades.

Its symbolism was hard to ignore. Here, even the achievements he made that spread all over the continent before he knew it. Mixed demon race, commoner, ambiguous age to be accepted as a disciple, etc. Despite having quite a few flaws, he possesses swordsmanship skills and talent that surpasses them. Countless people were already looking forward to Valdez, whom they hadn’t even seen.

‘Seeing that she didn’t call her a saint here, she has some sense.’

“I’ll ask you directly. Gisela of Ducerne. Where did you hear that?”

Cloudy asked in a wary voice.

He came disguised well, but there was nothing good about staying here for long. There can be people even at dawn, and even her voice her is famous. The Vatican had also sneaked out, so she needed to go back quickly.

Valdes smiled at the saintess’ question, then suddenly bowed.

“Nice to meet you, aunt.”

“… Aunt… Sama?”

“Yes, because my mother told me to call it that.”

“… Huh? Eh, Money? That, what….”

Cloudy, who was flustered by the unexpected words, quickly hardened his face.

“Wait a minute. I don’t know where I heard about Gisela… She died a long time ago.”

“She’s not dead. She’s just been kidnapped.”

“Ah…”

It was true.

The last appearance of Gisela she saw was not death, but kidnapping. She just thought that because she hadn’t seen Gisela no matter how much she looked after that, so Cloudy was alone. No bodies were ever found either, but that was often the case during wars.

Cloudy stared at Valdes’ face.

I couldn’t remember exactly how old I was, but I had two feelings mixed together, as if it was the time when I was transitioning from a boy to a young man. It was a look that was divided between likes and dislikes, but he had a beauty that transcended that. Even if he was a clergyman, he had a look that would have made several nuns cry.

However, that part was not what Cloudy looked for.

Hair mixed with black, unique to the mixed race of demons. Other minor features.

His words of her were persuasive enough.

No matter how much she looked at Valdés with her own eyes, she could not find any resemblance to Gisela. It wasn’t because there was no resemblance, but because Claudy himself couldn’t remember Gisela. This disorder, which interferes with face recognition itself, made it impossible to recall even the color of hair.

‘Maybe her sister’s hair was red? What about the pupils of her? … I don’t know.’

Her face her made it hard to connect with Gisela.

Then what should I ask?

“…”

Cloudy was silent.

I couldn’t think of anything to ask.

In fact, it was highly probable that he was the son of his, given his knowledge of Ducerne’s Gisela. It was because not many people knew her in the first place. He can count on one hand, including the Pope. It would increase considerably if the dead were included, but most of them were those who died during the war. He didn’t think that, given the boy’s age of his, he would have been heard by people of his time.

‘Then also… ?’

Valdez smiled bitterly at the figure of the saintess whose deep troubles were revealed on her face.

“You don’t have to worry so much. I didn’t visit my aunt to ask for something.”

“…”

“I’m just… Here to tell you what her mother said.”

“G-Gisella’s…?”

“Yes.”

Cloudy’s eyes widened.

In front of his eyes her, he misunderstood his troubles her. He should be, too, that fewer people know about his own handicap than about Gisela. The boy assumed that he must have recognized that he was Gisela’s son.

She determined at this point that he was Gisela’s son her. In any case, Gisela was also unaware of her disability. The severity of her disability was so slight that she was unaware of it when he was with her.

What mattered now was not whether Valdes was Gisela’s son or not, but her words he had brought.

“Did Gisela… What, what… Say… ?”

“She said her mother didn’t resent her…”

“Ahhh…”

Cloudy sat on the floor crying. He couldn’t keep his eyes from watering.

Seeing Gisela being captured right in front of her eyes, she felt how much she suffered and how much guilt she felt.

She was really sorry when she left her and came alone to her castle kingdom. She was determined to succeed and come back and take her back. When she went to Ducerne again, she became a saint, but she was at war with the demons.

So he could n’t even keep her, let alone keep her her promise her to Gisela. She is taken by the demon tribe, and even though she gave birth to the demon tribe’s child, she doesn’t blame herself. Her apologetic heart her drummed in her heart her.

“Ah, Ah black… Ah, gigella… Gigella!

Cloudy lifted his tear-stained face and looked up at Valdez.

A question I’ve been desperately considering up until now.

But the boy’s face was dark.

“Ah… Ah… Gisela… Gisela’s sister….”

When Gisela was taken away, Claudy fervently prayed to the goddess that she might be alive. And when the war ended and even the body was not found, he resented the goddess for the first time. However, it was her goddess who made her hold her heart her, which was about to be broken.

Now he himself did not know how he felt about the goddess.

“Heuk, heuk heuk… Ah heuk…”

“…”

Her saintess sat there and cried for a long time.

For almost 10 minutes she shed tears.

Of course, the place was in front of a famous hotel, so even at dawn, there were rare people, and only Valdes had a hard time hiding her saintess from them. But inside I was satisfied. It was because Cloudy showed a better response than she expected.

It wasn’t until about 10 minutes after he started crying that Cloudy stopped crying and got himself up.

“Huh… Ha, that, um, sin, sorry.”

Through the tears that ran down her face, she could see red-hot marks. I don’t know if it was because she cried so much or because she was embarrassed, but Valdes thought it might be the latter.

“… No. Her mother often cried a lot too, thinking of her aunt her.”

“… Black, black….”

It must have been so sad that Cloudy started crying again, and this time he cried for two more minutes. After he stopped crying, it was only natural that his face would turn redder.

“…”

“…”

“Maybe…”

“Yes.”

“Maybe it will be difficult to meet you after today.

“Yes…”

Claudy’s heart ached at Valdez’s bitter expression of her. It felt like someone was holding my heart tight, just like when I came to the Holy Kingdom after parting with Gisela. Perhaps because he recognized him as Gisela’s son, Valdes’ face kept reminding him of Gisela, whom he could n’t even remember her face her.

“There are many things I would like to ask… But that will have to be postponed until later.”

“There are many stories I want to tell you, but if I tell you all of them, it seems like the day won’t be enough.”

“Huh, yes. But… If possible, I’ll try to make time somehow.”

“Yes? But that’s…”

Seeing his worried eyes in her, Cloudy smiled brightly and shook his head.

“No. No matter how you look at it, you are a saint.

Cloudy swallowed his words her behind his back her.

If he wants, he says he’ll somehow make room for the warriors’ party. But it was too risky. If he asked, he didn’t seem to be able to refuse, but he couldn’t speak first.

‘I don’t know when Gisella died… She told him the only one left of her family is me now. She has to be good.’

Her mother her is an orphan and her father her is a demon.

Far from being friendly with the demons, Valdes knew that he resented them. So he was the only family left to him. Even if they were not related by blood, if he was Gisela’s son, he was the same as his own. Besides, he also called himself her aunt her.

“I took too much of Lord Valdez’s time. Now…”

“Valdes.”

“Yes?”

“You can call me Valdes, if you feel comfortable, Auntie.”

“…Huh, yes. Valdes. Anyway, go in and get some rest. And… I hope you become a hero’s companion.”

“Ha ha, thank you.”

“Whoops, may Valdes be blessed by the Goddess.”

Even after this, the two exchanged two or three more goodbyes. All in all, it was a trivial argument, telling each other to go first. In the end, it was Valdes who lost, and he turned his back first and tried to return to the hotel.

It was then.

“…Uh?”

Claudy, who was looking at his back her happily, seemed to have goose bumps all over her body her. In an almost instinctive movement, he lunged at him and grabbed his shoulder of her.

“Uh, huh? Lee, aunt?”

Her bewildered Valdes looked at her with her bewildered expression.

“Disappeared…?”

“Yes Yes?”

“…No. I’m sorry. He, please go in.”

“Yes? Uh…Yes.”

Valdez bowed once more and entered the hotel. Claudy, who was left outside, stood there for a while and looked inside the hotel. To be precise, the place where Valdes disappeared. With a very hardened face.

‘Certainly… It must have been Margie.’

Since Valdes is of mixed blood, it might not be strange for him to use the magic that demons use. However, it was strange to suddenly feel and disappear at such a timing, and the power felt from that demon was unusual.

A very nasty, evil aura.

It was enough to be felt by the Four Heavenly Kings or the Demon King.

‘It would be nice if it was an illusion… If not?’

Cloudy’s face turned cold.

I didn’t doubt Valdez.

Instead, what she recalled was the oracle of the goddess who descended with her warriors. An ominous prophecy that darkness permeates the continent. Until now, no one was sure what it meant, but somehow the saintess seemed to have something to do with the oracle and this evil energy.

‘Sister Gisela… No matter what, I will protect her sister’s son her….’

Swearing by Gisela of Ducerne, who died more than twenty years ago, let alone a few years ago, Cloudy returned to the papal court.

And Valdes was staring at such a saint through the hotel window.

“It’s a nice look.”

The operation was a great success.

After he was convinced that he was Gisela’s son, Cloudy’s eyes toward him were unusual. He could guess from the look in her eyes that her obsession with her with her goddess was only part of it, but that she had turned her direction towards him.

That’s what Valdes was aiming for in the first place.