Only the Party Members Returned, Not the Hero

18. The Unforgiving Saint (2)

18.

El Porzesca.

In the warriors party, she is called EL.

To others, she is called a saint.

She was a saint from the time she was born, and she was born as a saint and did not know the life of an ordinary person.

Before her pilgrimage, EL was, to put it mildly, a pure person,

To put it badly, she was a desk bite who did not know the human mind.

The Church of Erantera enrolled the young EL as a ‘student and professor of the warrior school’, an undeserved position for a child who has not achieved emotional growth.

No matter what, the saintess had to become a member of the brave expedition.

“Elder.”

“Yes, saintess.”

“What is an apostate?”

Sitting on the sofa, the saintess looked around at the paper with the records of the Inquisition.

A sentence table divided according to the viciousness of the crime, and three letters written at the bottom.

Apostate.

For some reason, it felt familiar yet alien to EL.

“An apostate is someone who goes beyond disobeying the teachings of Erantera and betrays the goddess herself. It’s a very bad sin, but you won’t see it often because the requirements are so strict.”

“This world was created by the Goddess, how could I betray her?”

The elder smiled bitterly at the innocent saint’s question.

Sometimes, even a child’s question like that can give you a sense of how corrupted the world is.

“We are not human. Sometimes there are people who betray their mothers.”

“…… Really.”

This is awful.

EL held back her words and started flipping through her paper again.

The old elder lived quite a long time for a human being, but he remembered the apostate trial he participated in only once from the time he was born until his death.

As an apostate was the most heinous crime in the Inquisition, the requirements for its establishment were quite difficult.

However, the man who was brought before the judge.

To say it’s terrible,

How could he have such kind eyes?

The elder could not bear to repeat the man’s name to himself. This is because he received a punishment that could not leave a record.

As soon as he was excommunicated, his name and portrait disappeared from every continent within reach of the entire Church of Errantera. People who knew ‘him’ also started disappearing one by one from some point.

Forgotten, or faced with death as the price of leaving a memory.

The only survivor was his son, but he couldn’t find him even after searching his house and the whole town.

With her father who betrayed the goddess.

The son chosen by the goddess.

“What would the saintess do if she met an apostate?”

The elder covered the saintess’ small hand with a wrinkled hand.

The saintess is lost in her thoughts for a while.

And she soon comes up with her own answer.

“It will serve you well.”

The elder’s eyes stand out.

“Why?”

The saintess placed her own little hand on top of her elder’s hand.

“The goddess must have already punished you, so to that person who came after being severely punished….”

He smiled softly.

“I will give you love.”

Because that’s what a saintess should do.

***

Cock.

Soft and soft.

Something poked and tickled my cheek.

I was lying down and I opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling.

In the place where the ceiling should be, EL’s face was filled.

Looking down at me with twinkling blue eyes, playing with her index finger on my cheek.

By the way, when did I lie down? I was sleeping leaning against the carriage.

“… Why am I lying down?”

EL smiled mischievously.

“You were sleeping uncomfortably, so I, the compassionate one, gave you peace.”

Seeing how soft the back of her head was, it looked like she had a so-called ‘knee pillow’ on her thighs.

With only the strength of her abdominal muscles, her upper body stood upright like her Jiangshi. I naturally sat down facing her.

“How do you say thank you?”

“I never asked to be laid down.”

“But it was soft.”

“If I have to thank you for being so soft, I should say thank you for my blanket first.”

“I didn’t say a word.”

“If the hero loses, who will protect the continent?”

Dol-dol-dol, kiik.

The carriage stops.

Out of the window, you can see the tranquil lake of Erantera.

Any Erantera believer could enter the Errantera Lake, but the Errantera Temple located in the middle of the lake was directly guarded by the Errantel Knights, so only those with permission could enter.

Of course, the saintess is a person who is in a position of permission, so if she is with the saintess, she is permission and nabal, and she can go in and out of her house.

I got off the carriage after EL without even taking the license from her arms.

Trumbling.

Beat, beat, beat.

From the entrance of the long bridge that leads to the temple from the edge of the lake, the Knights of Erantel greet the saintess.

Silver plate armor engraved with Errantera’s patterns.

And the cheap cloth I’m wearing with the pattern of the soup I spilled yesterday.

Is that a warrior? One of the knights who looked like a rookie looking at me with the same expression suddenly lowered his head as he received EL’s glare.

“Are you thinking of wearing new clothes?”

“New clothes should be worn by new people.”

“You can wear new clothes with a new heart.”

“Because I keep my original intention well.”

“Even beginners can wear new clothes.”

I looked at the gate of her temple, which was getting bigger and bigger as I got closer, thinking that the saintess’ teeth seemed to be growing more and more.

When EL is with other girls, she doesn’t talk to me much. And the atmosphere is somewhat different from now. A more reticent position.

But when it’s just the two of us, he starts talking like that a lot.

During the school days of the warriors, it seems like they don’t talk to each other anymore because they talk about each other’s image in order to have a doctrine discussion.

As I thought about that, the gate is right in front of me.

A large man guarding the gate walked closer and bowed his head to EL.

“Welcome, saintess. It is an honor to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, Commander Darhan. Did you get the letter?”

“Of course. In fact, it would have been okay if the saintess had personally stamped it without coming all the way here.”

“Still, procedure is procedure.”

Lee stared blankly at the face of Erantel Knight Commander Darhan.

She remembered.

Before returning, he was the owner of the head that was cut off by Ellen’s sword and rolled to Raihandro’s feet, and that Darhan was the one who stabbed the back of the pope he was supposed to protect.

“I will guide you to the Pope. Oh, I was blinking. The elder has requested an interview. How about taking a look?”

Her Darhan, who claims to guide her to the Pope, then acts her skillfully as if she has really forgotten about her, and subtly asks her to accept her interview.

Ellen looked at Darhan with her blue eyes, then turned her gaze to Ellen.

Ellen nodded her head as if it didn’t matter.

“Okay. It’s been a while. Who is the elder you want to interview?”

It must be Raihandro Lergen.

EL thought.

Why didn’t I know it before, even though it was so obvious?

“I am Raihandro Lergen, the Fifth Elder.”

Darhan recites the name he expected.

EL thought. She’s thinking of mobilizing the Knights of Rantel to deal with both of them.

However, there was no justification because the two hadn’t caused a major incident yet.

Justification.

ELLE recalled her memories of discussing her cause with Ellen.

In the past, an empty classroom at the hero’s school.

“… However, you cannot invade other kingdoms solely for the purpose of propagation. War needs a cause.”

“Justification, high-ranking people really like justification. Is that a trend?”

“Don’t be sarcastic, Ellen. There is no god in this world who welcomes war for no reason.”

“Well, if God is omnipotent, why go to war?”

“Ellen!”

Ellen, who had been grumbling with her legs crossed, got up from her seat, and she moved closer to EL.

Lee, who was sitting on the chair facing him, began to get nervous as he approached him with a grim expression on his face. Because he didn’t know what he was going to do when he opened his mouth to blaspheme.

And, sure enough.

Ellen bent down on her back, lowered one of her hands down her chair, and began to quickly place her face on EL’s chest.

“What are you doing?!”

Ellen was frightened and slapped Ellen on the cheek, and a light slap sound rang through the empty classroom.

With her head turned diagonally, Ellen kept close enough that her breath touched EL’s chest, then she slowly raised her upper body. In his hand was a feather pen with EL’s name written on it.

“I was just trying to pick up a pen that I dropped on the floor, and I was slapped on the cheek.”

“No, that is…. I misunderstood, but….”

“This.”

Ellen pointed her own cheek with her feather pen.

“This is justification.”

“… Did I slap you?”

“Saint EL had thought of me as an unscrupulous person, so even if I pretended to put my face on her chest, her hand would automatically come out. Regardless of my intentions, the saintess’ misunderstanding was made clear to me. I will have a cause here.”

Nodding.

“But, on the other hand, what if the saintess screamed loudly that I had done something shameless? Will people believe the words of her saintess, or will they believe the words of me, an apostate commoner, a brat?”

“… That’s it.”

I couldn’t say that you would believe me.

“That’s right.”

Ellen put her feather pen in EL’s breast pocket and said.

“If you have enough position and power, in fact, you just have to create a cause.”

And back to reality.

In front of the gate of Errantera Temple.

Darhan stood upright and waited for EL’s answer.

“You mean Raihandro Lergen.”

“Yes. He is the fifth elder, and his prestige has risen very recently.”

“I see, I see.”

EL thought.

Rayhandro Lergen is like a snake who never steps forward when he is at a disadvantage no matter what.

On the contrary, if I pressed him first, I wondered if he would stick his head out.

I thought that if I cut off that head, Ellen wouldn’t have to use a pointless curse.

He smiled prettyly as he thought about that.