Episode 90. A Place Where Men Cannot Enter
Delos, who had been hit by the tail and blown away, stood up again with the help of the priests. His cheek was red and swollen, as if he had really been hit by the fluffy fur.
Kreuz is a saint made of benevolent hands. Anyone can enter and exit freely as long as no suspicious aura is detected.
However, if he detects even a single instance of black magic or curses, he becomes very merciless and strict.
Skilled Templars teleport to the entrance in an instant and interrogate the man.
The Archbishop of Delos, who was an over-reliable man, was inclined to carry out the measure fully.
“What kind of guy are you! Where the hell do you think I am… GASP!”
Her silver hair, directly exposed to sunlight, was fluttering in the autumn breeze.
Delos took a deep breath upon seeing that elegant sight, and his resolve to start a temple on his own suddenly cooled.
“Sir, how did the saint get here…!”
“It doesn’t really matter where I go.”
Delos’ face turned pale when he saw Angela suddenly barging in.
Even if you wear the name of the Arch-Priest, you must be polite in front of the Saintess. This is because the girl with that title has been blessed with light sent down from heaven.
“Don’t you think that’s too much for the students who worked hard to redeem sinners alongside the long-time holy warriors?”
“However, I cannot allow that blasphemous and unholy spirit to enter this sacred land. Please consider that…”
“Archbishop. If you’re going to be that picky, then I too should be banished from this land. Just a few months ago, I was wearing ‘weapons’ all over my body.”
“….”
Delos’ face hardened as it was an undeniable fact.
In fact, everyone knew that she was the nine-tailed fox who had been causing a ruckus in Alighieri.
However, there is no evidence that this was done intentionally, and that someone brainwashed him into becoming such a monster.
Since it was known in Kreuz that she was a victim, she was able to receive a lot of sympathy.
“Don’t you think that it is too extreme for me, a lump of impurity, to be chosen as a saint?”
“But the saint is a victim who has been manipulated by those damned devil-worshipping authors. I’m saying that she is different from the guy who intentionally exerts his power like that.”
“Can that be evidence that he committed an evil act intentionally?”
“that…”
Delos was speechless. Angela’s lips twitched at the look on his face that said, ‘I don’t know what to do.’
“Even though there have been a few incidents, I plan to enroll in Alighieri next year. It is extremely unpleasant to be so rude to my future seniors.”
“I also know that it is the best magic institute. I heard the rumor that those brave students joined forces to save the saint who had become a monster, so I accepted it.”
“These are the brave cadets.”
“Yes. That brave soul… Yes?”
Delos’ eyes widened and his face became blank. Meanwhile, Angela and I, along with our crew, took turns turning our heads.
“I, really… are you?”
“….”
From Delos’s eye level, Angela seemed like a distant presence.
Angela was looking down at him, and there was a look of selling in her eyes.
As an extreme religious person who believes in God fanatically, he also looks up to the saint as an equal.
A messenger of God would never lie. To do so would be to be greatly disrespectful to those who saved her life.
“Oh, oh, oh…”
Delos, whose face turned pale, groped his lips.
And then an earthquake occurred in his eyes, nose, and mouth, and he crouched down and struck the ground between his eyebrows.
“I have committed a mortal sin!!”
“….”
“What are you guys doing! You guys hurry up!”
The priests who followed Delos also bowed their heads to his urging. And their mouths were united in one word.
“I have committed a terrible act of rudeness!!”
* * * * *
The current Angela was on a different level than before.
The biggest reason is that the little kid who was always held in her sisters’ arms has grown up to be around the same age as them.
Although it is only the 8th year of life, the growth rate of Shinsoo is different from that of humans.
Her current biological age is 15. Her growth rate is 1.9 times that of a human, not twice. Therefore, I remember seeing in the background that she is not 16 years old.
In addition, there is a setting that the growth speed is lost due to the influence of the nine-tailed fox.
‘It was just an obvious ploy by the production team to somehow get me into Algiers.’
His age, personality, and even his status have risen dramatically.
Thanks to the education I received at Kreuz, I have become more refined in my speech compared to before.
“How have you been, Angela?”
“It’s been a really long time, you two. You should have come visit me at least once during the vacation.”
“Sorry. I didn’t have enough of an excuse to meet you in person.”
Angela pulled Jenny into her arms.
The polite tone of speech that had been seen a moment ago quickly disappeared. It seems that when you meet someone you are close to, you quickly become simple.
“Wow. Do you really live in such a big place?”
“Yeah. I have to be so polite so I’m tiring every day.”
Mary was amazed as she looked at the open space decorated with various sacred objects.
Then I approached the wall decoration that reminded me of an insect, feeling intrigued.
“Can I eat that? What does it taste like?”
“Sister, if you bite that, you’ll be considered a heretic.”
We were invited to the Holy Cross Tower, the center of the city, guided by Angela.
It was a building that was wide at the bottom and narrowed as it went up, and a huge cross stood proudly at the top.
Among them, the girls’ chattering could be heard from the saint’s room where Angela resided.
“So that’s why you had to show such a polite appearance?”
“Because you’re a saint. You have to improve your speech and behavior to become more dignified. It’s especially important in front of people.”
This time, Trisha’s question was asked.
“Then you can’t drink alcohol?”
“Well, I’ve never really tried it.”
“Then what about the weird Nobel record?”
“If you ask, the believers will bring it to you… but there’s a thing called dignity.”
It seemed like he wanted to force his interests on others, but it was futile.
Trisha had a forlorn expression on her face, like a failed nerd. What am I doing in the meantime?
“Is Radon far?”
“It’s far.”
“Hurry up. My stomach is almost stuck to my back.”
“Ugh…”
As the room was large, there was a kitchen inside. I was there, making something round by kneading a ball of rice.
“You clearly said in the letter that you were bringing rice balls, so how could you lie? I thought I wouldn’t be able to leave here until I made 100 of them.”
“Okay, then don’t talk to me. I’m distracted so I won’t bother you.”
I felt like a rat was going to fly out of my hand.
There was plenty of rice in the kitchen.
And ham, tuna, chicken breast, eggs, and seaweed flakes were elegantly arranged in a magically powered freezer.
It was clear that these ingredients for the rice ball had been prepared in anticipation of my coming.
‘This is already the 30th one. Should I just throw it away if this is enough?’
No. You can’t. You don’t know what will happen if you go against her will, given her immense authority.
If you rebel and the number increases to 200, who will take responsibility?
And it’s not like there’s no reason to do it, right?
I already got an apology from that damn cult leader, so let’s consider this as repaying him.
To be honest, it was my fault that Angela started liking rice balls.
Then suddenly a question occurred to me.
“But you know, is there really a need for me to make it for you? There must be a lot of cooks here.”
“That’s true, but… it tastes so different from what Radon Oppa made.”
So you’re saying I can’t get over withdrawal symptoms if it’s not mine?
How will you live if I go far away?
“More than anything, a saint must be outwardly dignified. Even though I wanted to eat it, the priests flatly refused, so I couldn’t eat it for a while.”
Even if I secretly make it and eat it by myself, it won’t taste as good as if I made it myself.
It’s like turning on the computer to secretly play games while your parents are asleep, and then the internet goes out because of a disaster.
That immense stress is something I can never understand.
The remaining hands, feeling sympathetic, were cooking rice on their own.
“But why haven’t you said anything since a while ago?”
“uh…?”
Ruska, who had been silent, was startled by Angela’s words.
The only thing that moved was the squeak of the tea he was served.
I came to see my younger brother for the first time in a while, but I was disappointed because there was no response.
“Isn’t it enough for me to just be by your side?”
“Then it wouldn’t have been worth coming all this way.”
“No, that’s…”
Because she still lacked the ability to be sociable, Ruska was not suited to long conversations. It was burdensome for her to be so lively and excited.
“Eight.”
“Ugh! Where are you touching?”
Angela teased her sister by lightly pinching her sides. Ruska, who had no tolerance for tickling, let out a groan mixed with laughter and covered her entire body with her hands.
“Ruska, you’re surprisingly weak to tickling.”
Jenny stares at Ruska’s smiling face.
Soon, other friends also showed their faces, and Ruska, sensing something ominous, turned her waist as if on guard.
“What? Is this your first time seeing someone ticklish?”
“No. It’s so amazing.”
“I didn’t know you, who always seemed so cold, had this side to you.”
“What kind of position is that?” Ruska scolded, but they approached her as if they had discovered something tantalizing.
And then he stretched out his hand.
“Wait a minute. What are you all trying to do? No, don’t do that! I said no… Gyahahahahaha! I told you not to… Kkiyahahaha!”
Jenny and Mary focused on her armpits and chest, while Trisha and Angela focused on her sides.
Ruska always had a veil-like look in her eyes, so she looked like a student with no emotions.
But when he actually smiled like that, he was so cute that I couldn’t help it.
Even though I tell him to stop, his hands don’t stop.
‘My ears are starting to hurt.’
Ruska’s tearful laughter echoed outside the room.
How ticklish must one be to laugh so loudly? For someone who has experienced life and death on the battlefield, his vulnerability is clear.
I also hate bugs.
But wouldn’t you end up laughing like that and lose consciousness and fall over?
‘Hey, no way. It’s not like I’m the number one escapee.’
This is the 90th one now. Just 10 more and I’ll have my hands free.
But then, a stream of brown water poured down over the tower of rice balls that had been created…
-Crisis Detection Lv6
For a moment, his eyes became sharp. And the cause was analyzed in his field of vision.
Unable to bear the tickling, Ruska was waving her arms back and forth. She happened to be holding a teacup in her hand, and reflexively threw it at me.
Just as a teacup flew in with a stream of brown water and was about to ruin my rice ball, I stretched out my arm to protect it.
But it was hot. I thought it had cooled down, so I stretched out my arm to block it, but that just ended up burning me.
“Oh, hot!”
Only after I screamed did they stop what they were doing.
“Ouch! What should I do with Radon?”
“Hey buddy! Are you okay?”
“Did you get burned?”
They realized their mistake too late and ran over to see the wound.
As expected of a saint’s tea, it was made by high-ranking members of the religious order, so it was quite hot. However, it was only shallow, so it would get better naturally.
“That’s why I told you to do it in moderation!”
Ruska was furious and gnashed her teeth. When they understood, they immediately apologized.
Fortunately, the rice ball was safe. The drooling was finally over.
Knock knock knock-
After three knocks and the words, “Let me in,” an older-looking believer entered.
“Leona. What’s going on?”
Angela’s attitude changed abruptly when another person entered. It was Leona, the priest who always served her like a servant.
“Among these guests, Cardinal Luines would like to meet a cadet named Radon Crowler.”
All eyes are focused on me.
Because the position directly below the Pope is that of cardinal.
It was inevitable that attention was drawn to it, but I wondered why it was being called.
“Why me?”
“I think you’ll have to see it in person.”
Even Leona, the attendant, seemed unaware of the situation. In the end, the only answer was to check it out for myself, so I followed her out of the room.
The Cardinal’s office was on the top floor. I followed her and boarded the elevator that moved with magic.
‘I never thought I’d ride an elevator in a fantasy world.’
At that time, someone was watching the magic elevator go up.
She was a girl with green hair like the mountains and rivers and was wearing clerical attire similar to Angela’s.
There were several priests around her assisting and walking with her.
“Saint Nevia. Let’s go.”
“I know.”
The knight who seemed to be escorting the girl from the side spoke.
Like Angela, she too was a saint of the Order of the Holy Cross.
“Before that, there’s something I’d like to ask.”
“What is it?”
“Is that man going up there the son of Count Crowler?”
The girl watched the boy going up the elevator until the very end.
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