I Picked Up a Saintess from the Ruins

34 – 6. Miracle!

On the journey from Bole to the university, more time was spent on the road than in inns or churches.

It felt a bit awkward and awkward to keep our mouths shut, so Raven looked for a topic to talk about.

“… “Is this your first time going this far away?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, then there’s a lot I need to tell you. Let’s see, where should I start… ….”

Drivers’ friend, what can you do if you don’t have a radio? The only way to do this is to become a radio person.

Icebreaking started as a way to pass the travel time, but at some point it became a private tutor for Lisia.

First of all, it taught us how to live in the world.

This is a valuable lesson that cannot be learned anywhere, but must be learned through practice by diving into reality. It was a secret that the girl never knew, so it became a good educational topic.

Raven taught us how to detect the scales that merchants had messed with, how to distinguish gold coins that were acceptable from gold coins whose value had been damaged, and the market prices of goods roughly determined by region.

Merchants were in a profession where they had to deal with nobles who would lie down on their stomachs after receiving goods, so their tactics were becoming more cunning by the day. This was something that Raven also had to go through in her early days in society.

It was a story that could easily make the atmosphere stiff, but after swordsmanship, the thing a knight needs to train is the speaking skills to dramatize his own heroic stories.

Judaungari, who took the title of knight’s squire with just one tongue, was able to tell such stories smoothly.

And after about a month, a problem arose.

What I needed to teach was running out.

“Is there anything to talk about today?”

“Well, um. “Wait a minute, think about it.”

A crisis of authority as an adult collapsing.

Lisia didn’t think much of it, but she started home education after feeling alone and in danger.

On her way, Raven, who saw her tilting her head in response to the malice of the inn manager and laughing at the idea of lowering her price, became convinced that she should not leave her girl like this.

So, she told us not to follow the man who said he would give us something delicious, to stick close to us when walking around the streets so we don’t get lost, and not to ask for unreasonable favors, etc.

However, Raven did not have much opportunity to receive home education from each other, and the only thing he learned during his youth was how to cut and stab.

Of course, this training ended less than a week after it started.

Because my knowledge of the medieval world was limited, the story to be told next was decided.

“Shall I tell you a story about the old days?”

“Is this a song about a knight that many poets sing these days?”

“No, not a story with such a bleak ending.”

Web novels and chivalric literature of this era are excellent moral textbooks.

There was no way that a story filled with the most wonderful scenes that adults could imagine would not be fun for children of the age who are crazy about glow-in-the-dark dinosaurs.

But for some reason, the adults could not give up the compulsion to describe why the knight died honorably.

The most widely known poem, ‘A Knight’s Song’, has the ending of killing the main character, heroine, and all of his companions, one after another, into the readers’ mouths. Young Raven, who had never stayed at church, could not accept that fact.

“-When the fiancé heard of the knight’s death, he died from shock. And the emperor was greatly saddened when he heard of the death of his loyal subordinate.”

“… “Is this correct?”

“Hush, Raven! “It’s almost over now.”

“Without time to mourn the death of his favorite knight, news of a pagan invasion reached the emperor. The emperor shouted loudly to the sky. ‘Oh God! ‘How can my life be so painful!’ And the emperor took his steps back to the battlefield.”

“Wow!”

“Now, how was the story?”

“It’s spicy. Why does the main character die every time?”

“Raven, everyone dies.”

I clearly understood the level of medieval children’s literature. Even this is a bestseller.

It’s all good, but the ending part that seems to destroy brain cells made me wonder if aspiring knights would end up like that when they grow up.

So, for Lisia, I wanted to teach her morals through a more family-friendly story that the whole family can watch together.

And what can we do with modern knowledge? If I don’t use it at times like this, when will I use it again? Naturally, the educational content that followed became somewhat dependent on memories of previous lives.

Of course, there is no way that people of this era would be able to understand and sympathize with transforming robots, so it was localized to the point of being a transforming and combined robot.

And a more pungent taste was added. I was afraid that if it was too much of a fairy tale, even Lisia would think it was childish.

The girl had a particularly hard time sleeping the night before, so she asked Raven at her bedside to tell her an old story.

This time, I don’t know why, but it was a subtly addictive story that said, ‘Like other knights, he just plundered monasteries and set fire to private houses, but for some reason, he was misunderstood as a villain.’

After chewing, tearing, and tasting the picaresque genre, which is full of lessons about living a good life.

The next morning.

“Early…… !”

The girl stopped mid-sentence. The sun she glimpsed outside the window was higher than she expected.

Because she slept too late, she failed to wake up early.

Lisia suddenly felt a sense of emptiness and looked around her. Raven, who was supposed to wake up next to her, was not there.

He usually disappeared like this when he went out to buy things, but the girl remembered Raven saying that there were no supplies that needed to be replenished in this city.

Then where did it go? Lisia tidied up her place and put on her clothes.

It is dangerous to travel alone, so Raven warned us to stay at home if possible, but that only applies in a city the size of Villach.

In this place, which could be called a village due to its small size, it would not be uncomfortable to call it a village. There was no need to worry about getting lost, and even if a stranger tried to catch you, all you had to do was scream once and the whole city would notice.

As she left the church, she could see the priest speaking passionately right in front of her.

Ravendo is watching from the front row among the crowd.

“Can I talk to you all for a moment?”

“Of course. Let’s go.”

The priest, who had finished his speech just as he was about to come out, took Raven with him and entered a small building nearby.

Because many people could not read, signs used pictures to explain what was being sold. The bakery had bread on its sign, and the blacksmith had a knife on its sign.

There was a pen drawn on the door of the building. This meant the offices of the city’s administrators and secretaries.

The secretary’s room was familiar to the girl. Precious parchment and writing instruments were stored in the innermost room and locked at all times due to the risk of theft, and the second floor was where people who came for other work came.

So, thinking that she would go to the spare space, Lisia pictured the inside of the building in her mind, then rushed over and stood under a certain window.

Sure enough, the priest’s voice came out along with the sound of the door closing.

“We need your help.”

“What’s going on?”

“News has just arrived from Villach. A band of bandits has taken over the city.”

The conversation continued and soon after, people who appeared to be mercenaries came rushing out of the room.

The only ones left were Raven and the bride. The priest seemed to have tried to persuade him in his own way, but he was rejected in an unwelcome voice.

“Because there is a child I am protecting.”

Is it because of me?

I knew that reputation is everything to a knight. He thought he was happy so far, but maybe that was what was holding Raven back.

I also thought about the virtues he had taught himself to grow up to be a so-called good adult.

Respect and help those in need, and maintain honesty and sincerity.

This was the content that remained after removing elements that were biased towards the church, such as knight-specific virtues such as fighting instead of running away and stopping plundering monasteries.

According to what the girl observed, Raven clearly followed the principles compared to the knights who used to rip off money three and four times, including commission fees, protection fees, annual fees, and damage compensation.

He must have kept that principle even when he picked himself up from the ruins.

“If we just move on quietly.”

Licia suddenly felt a desire for that consideration and chivalry to be directed only to her.

Even when I think about it, it was a selfish and base impulse. Isn’t this the only way for everything he taught to come to nothing?

She was surprised that she did that and chased away the thoughts that were cluttering her head.

And it seemed like if she thought about it any longer, she would really end up thinking that way, so Licia made a decision.

“If I were to just tell you the truth… ….”

The girl who remained outside the window muttered softly.

Lysia, who was in Bole, was able to know a lot about her church thanks to her soft-spoken children and her deacons. Of course, there was also talk about adults.

Like chivalry, stories about saints were also well packaged by the church.

They were revered and envied by many believers. That was of course true. It was okay except for the fact that it was only about the secret struggle within the church.

And when I came out into the wider world, my disappointment with the church also grew.

“God wants peace!”

“If we limit the days we fight, what are we supposed to eat for a living? “Isn’t that the same as telling me to lose my job?”

“To talk back… Does this mean that you are prepared to be excommunicated? It is also an expression of your will to stand against the sacred army for peace, right?”

“No, that’s not it… ….”

She knew that, of course, there was a church that cared for children like her and provided charity and relief.

Nevertheless, she could not look very favorably on the church that kicked its own ass and walked into contradiction.

Eradicating violence through violence. Is that really the action of a place that aims to save all believers?

And what on earth must a saintly woman go through in such a group, being swayed here and there in a power struggle she has no interest in?

“… Okay, let me tell you.”

Nevertheless, Lisia trusted Raven.

It was her trust that he would not offer himself up to her church because he had found her saint, and it was also her faith that what she had shown so far in their journey together was not a mixture of pretense.

To prove that Raven could carry out his will and that she would not stand in his way, Lisia held his hand and entered the church.

I heard something like that one day. Do something you won’t regret.

I thought now would be that time. I felt like I wouldn’t feel comfortable if I continued to hide the truth from Raven.

The girl made up her mind after a long time and said that she would commit and see.

“Huh?”

“Hey, it’s luminous…” ….”

“What?”

“Luminous… hand?”