Life in Another World With Narration

3 – Saint Sistina

The atmosphere in the church was as peaceful as ever.

But after accidentally learning Bishop Xavier’s secret on the street,

I felt a strange tension even amidst this peaceful atmosphere.

Bishop Xavier’s reputation among the people was very good.

I heard he helped many people during his decades as a novice priest and even took care of patients on the battlefield.

Naturally, he must have been working in this church for a very long time.

But could such a person really want to kill the saint?

If it weren’t for the narration, nobody would believe it.

Even I found it hard to believe.

Late at night, I sat in the church’s backyard shed on a straw mat, fiddling with the purse of money Saint Sistina had given me.

After failing to buy anything at the weapon shop due to lack of money, I kept holding onto this money without spending it.

There was nowhere in particular I wanted to use it, but holding it made me feel good, as if recalling Sistina’s warm smile.

I had dreamed of coming to another world, but the reality was harsh, struggling just to get through each day.

I had imagined myself wearing a fancy sword and casting powerful magic, accumulating fame and wealth, but it wasn’t easy.

In the midst of this, Sist

ina was the only person in this world who helped and understood me without asking for anything in return.

Whether her kindness was out of a sense of duty as a saint or just her nature, I wasn’t sure.

But one thing was certain: without her, I would still be on the streets.

“Sistina…”

If the narration wasn’t lying, then Sistina’s life was in danger.

I couldn’t just stand by thinking that the only person who was kind to me in this world might die.

Besides, I hadn’t even confirmed whether she really didn’t wear underwear!

Well, I guess I’ll never know for sure.

Luckily, tomorrow was the day Saint Sistina was visiting the church.

I decided to muster up the courage to somehow let her know about this.

* * *

The day dawned.

Today was the day the saint was visiting, so the church was bustling with preparations by the priests from the morning.

Of course, Bishop Xavier was also present.

He was smiling kindly, chatting casually with the priests.

I was cleaning the windows while keeping an eye on Bishop Xavier, hoping for new information from the narration.

I really wanted to ask who Bishop Xavier’s ‘master’ was, what his true identity was, and why he wanted to kill the hero and the saint.

But contrary to my hopes, the voice remained silent.

All I knew was that Bishop Xavier served some ‘master’ and that he intended to kill Saint Sistina.

It seemed impossible that anyone here would believe such a thing about Bishop Xavier, who had led the Prea Church for so long and earned so much respect.

That was the problem.

Even if I told Saint Sistina, she wouldn’t believe me.

She might think I’m ungrateful or even insane for spreading such absurd rumors after she helped me out of a life of poverty.

I’d probably be thrown out of the church, but I wasn’t afraid of that anymore.

Initially, I had no choice but to rely on the church, having arrived in this world in the worst state.

But now, I was properly clothed and had a small amount of money from Saint Sistina.

I wasn’t planning on staying in the church forever, living off of cleaning.

So, I decided to do what I could, and if it didn’t work out, so be it.

I couldn’t stand by knowing Bishop Xavier’s intentions and do nothing if Sistina was killed.

“The saint has arrived.”

One of the novice priests announced the arrival of the saint.

Shortly after, Saint Sistina appeared in the church with her modest steps.

Her beauty seemed to extend one’s lifespan just by looking at her.

So far, I hadn’t noticed anything unusual about Bishop Xavier.

If only I knew ‘when’ and ‘how’ he planned to kill the saint.

When I saw Bishop Xavier on the street, he was talking to someone suspicious.

Was that person involved in this plan?

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At the moment, I honestly didn’t know.

Since I didn’t know when the plan would be executed, I wanted to talk to Sistina as soon as possible.

In the worst case, the plan might be carried out today, and Sistina could be killed without me being able to do anything about it.

I had no idea how to make her believe me.

After all, no one here would readily believe that Bishop Xavier was plotting such a thing.

If I’m troubled by a question with no answer, the only option is to confront it head-on.

First, I had to create an opportunity to talk to Sistina alone.

It would be better to have a conversation where no one else could see or hear.

Damn, thinking about it, isn’t that almost an impossible task?

Sistina is a saint.

There’s no way I can create a one-on-one conversation opportunity with her by ordinary means.

Is there any way?

“Ah.”

Just then, a crazy idea suddenly crossed my mind.

* * *

“Lady Saint, how was it today?”

“Still, the Goddess has not given me an answer. Maybe it’s because I’m lacking…”

“hehehe, what are you talking about… It’s just not the right time yet. The Goddess will surely respond to the saint’s devotion someday.”

After Saint Sistina’s prayer time ended, as always, Bishop Xavier exchanged words with her.

He spoke with a kind smile and a gentle tone, but knowing his plan, I noticed a small change in him.

The anxious and restless expression on his face had disappeared.

Putting together what I knew, it must be because there was no longer a need to find the hero.

Now, instead of a hero, the plan was to eliminate Saint Sistina.

Other people might not even imagine it, but it was clear to me now.

It’s time to create an opportunity to talk to the saint alone.

If she leaves like this, I’d have to wait another week, and something could happen in the meantime.

“Eh.”

I picked up the cleaning tools and went outside the church, pretending to clean outside.

There were too many eyes and ears inside, so I planned to seize the opportunity outside.

Of course, even with fewer people around, it wouldn’t be easy to have a long conversation with the saint.

As always, at best, I could only get a moment to exchange greetings.

And in such a short time, it was impossible to explain Bishop Xavier’s conspiracy or convince her of it.

But I had a plan.

It was crazy, even by my own standards.

Pretending to clean outside the church, I waited for Sistina to come out.

And a little while later, she came out.

I quickly moved to naturally enter Sistina’s field of vision.

I had to speak to her when no one else was too close.

Now is the time.

“Ah, Lady Saint. I really appreciate your help the other time.”

As I slightly bowed my head to Sistina, she smiled warmly.

“Yunoa, you’re working hard from the morning.”

“No, it’s nothing. But…”

I quickly checked to see if anyone close enough could hear us.

There was a gatekeeper in the distance, and two priests were visible, but they were far away.

Now I could speak to Saint Sistina without anyone else hearing.

“I have something important to tell you. I can see things others can’t. Your life is in danger.”

“What? Suddenly, what’s that about…”

“I can’t explain in detail here, please arrange a place where we can talk one-on-one.”

Sistina looked visibly shaken as I rapidly poured out my words.

“Hey! You there! What are you doing holding up the saint!”

Damn, one of the priests shouted at me, approaching this way.

There’s no time. I must create an opportunity to talk to Sistina alone.

“Yunoa?”

“Please believe me. I have evidence. Saint, you actually don’t wear underwear, do you?”

“…!”

Sistina’s face suddenly flushed red.

From her reaction, it seems she really doesn’t wear them.

“This brat, instead of cleaning…!”

The priest, angry, came over and eventually grabbed the back of my neck.

Well, it’s done. I’ve said all I could.

“Lady Saint, I apologize. Did this fellow say anything strange?”

The priest held me back and asked Sistina.

Sistina, still slightly red-faced, was looking at me.

Then after a moment, she slightly shook her head and opened her mouth

.

“…No, it’s fine. It was just a long greeting. Well then.”

Phew, that took years off my life.

And so, Saint Sistina left.

The priest was scolding me furiously, but his words didn’t reach my ears.

I’ve done all I could.

Now, I just have to wait for Sistina’s response.

* * *

After finishing the evening cleaning, I returned to the church storehouse and collapsed on the straw.

“Haah…”

Thinking back, it was still nerve-wracking.

But that was the only way to create an excuse to talk to Sistina alone.

I can still vividly remember her instantly blushing face when she heard my words.

Seeing her like that, she seemed not a saint but just a cute girl.

For a saint with a sacred and pure image, the fact of not wearing underwear being exposed must be a huge shock.

It was a fact that normally no one could know. She must be well aware of that.

But I knew that fact.

And I even warned her that her life was in danger.

Right now, she must be unbearably embarrassed and worried about my words.

If the plan doesn’t go awry, she might soon try to create an opportunity to talk to me alone.

For me, a bottom-rung cleaner in the church, it’s impossible to create a chance to have a long conversation with the saint.

But if the saint herself wants to make that opportunity, she certainly can.

“But really, why doesn’t she wear underwear…”

“Yunoa, still unable to let go of his curiosity about Saint Sistina’s underwear, was vulgarly imagining the reason alone.”

What, if you’re going to say stuff like that, just tell me clearly.

At the critical moment, you stay silent.

Well, it’s fine.

There’s no point in getting angry at a narration that doesn’t even communicate.

Suddenly feeling sleepy, I turned to my side and closed my eyes.

The straw on the floor prickled my body uncomfortably.

Eventually, after tossing and turning for dozens of minutes, I finally fell asleep.

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