Episode 92. Father, what on earth are you… (2)
“You must know very well what kind of being the Saint is. Not only has she acquired power equal to that of royalty, but her potential has also reached its peak.”
“I really hope we never meet again.”
“I agree, but she is also one of the highest ranking clergy in this sect. One word from her could change anything here.”
When you think of Nevia cromag, the animal that comes to mind is the fire ant.
They are very aggressive and ferocious, and once they are bitten, they will bite until they are dry.
Whether you have a grudge or not, there is no mercy.
‘It was depicted so mercilessly that he could abandon not only those he dislikes but even his close friends.’
On the outside, she wears a kind mask, presenting the image of a saint.
However, his inner self is that of a monster who suppresses anything he doesn’t like with absolute power.
When you think of Nebia, there is an image that naturally comes to mind.
A villainess from a soap opera who overturns things on the table when things don’t go her way.
That’s exactly the feeling.
“Be careful not to run into Saint Nevia. She is one of the most fiery saints in history, so I can’t guarantee your safety.”
He also seemed to understand Nebia’s nature and gave me some advice.
The image of a saint is originally that of a benevolent and faithful angel who came down to earth.
Its role is to be chosen by God, inherit the great and powerful divine power, and become the hope of people.
But isn’t the author, God, blind? How could he give such a ferocious brat powers, let alone Angela?
However, this does not mean that Nevia in the main story grew as a person.
A villain who struggles and dies ugly rather than being rehabilitated. If this isn’t a blind spot, then what is?
“I’ve heard he’s quite a scary person, but I have no idea what God is thinking.”
“I can understand that very well. However, there must be a reason why we were chosen. It is the light that has been bestowed upon us as a result of our church’s long years of faith, and it would be wrong to turn away from it.”
Aside from her pointless death in the main story, Nevia was a top talent.
Even if you are deprived of your talent, an organization will appear that will take notice of your talent and support you.
Those with similar tendencies to hers, or extreme believers like the archbishop a moment ago, will give her a firm push in the back.
Because the Cardinal isn’t the only one with Bellion.
“By the way, do you have a Leviathan?”
“How did you know?”
“I heard from Cage. He sent me a letter saying that he had transferred his precious treasure to a certain cadet. There were tears in the letter.”
Come to think of it, I heard that Professor Cage has several connections in the faculty.
One of them appears to be Bellion.
But you said there were tears in the letter?
Are you saying you cried? Just because of a fishing rod?
“Can you show me once?”
There is nothing that cannot be done.
As I raised my hand, Leviathan was automatically grabbed.
A strange light appeared in Bellion’s eyes when he saw that.
“Oh… It’s still as graceful as ever when I see it.”
“yes?”
“Oh, I’m getting too sentimental. Can you show me that?”
Like Cage, this gentleman also seemed to have a screw missing.
When I handed him the fishing rod, he touched it and began to infuse it with holy energy.
There is no complete change in appearance, but the entire fishing rod is covered in mist.
“I heard you use this as a weapon. You must have swung it around a lot. I’m worried what will happen if it breaks.”
There is no existence in the world that is not destroyed.
Magic tools and artifacts are no exception, and the longer they are used, the more their durability decreases and they break.
“This was originally intended for daily use, so its durability is infinitely lower than that of a famous sword. That’s why it needs to be made more durable.”
The fact that it didn’t break no matter how much I swung it was all thanks to the ‘Fantasy Sword Technique’ skill. If it weren’t for that, no matter how strong the Leviathan was, it would have cracked long ago.
“It’s done now. I’ve increased the durability of the fishing rod, so it should be sturdier than before. It would be a problem if such a precious holy sword were to break.”
“Excuse me, but this is not a holy sword.”
“Everyone has a different perspective. A fishing rod is always beautiful no matter how you look at it.”
This guy also had a few screws missing.
Professor Cage is the same. Why are these old men so crazy about fishing?
It’s as if he’s going to do fishing as a side job.
* * * * *
It was a bit awkward standing in front of someone whose status was far below mine.
It’s just difficult because I have to tone down my usually arrogant speech to make it more dignified.
I remember that even though I tried to organize my ‘Tanaka’ in the military, it was so confusing to follow the pressure laws.
It took me some time to get used to that too.
If you make that mistake in front of people of higher rank and receive a cold stare, it is a hardship.
It is said that saints receive separate education in order to maintain proper character in front of others.
Thanks to that, when we met again after a long time, he seemed more mature than us.
The same was true for Nevia Cromag.
“Nice to meet you, Senior Radon Crowler.”
“….”
When I returned to Angela’s room, the person I most hated to meet was waiting for me.
The green hair, swept like silk, looked quite familiar.
Like Angela, the monk’s robe was quite tight, revealing the outline of her body, and the two-parted, fluttering skirt was impressive.
“nice to meet you.”
Nevia, another saint of the Order of the Holy Cross, greeted me.
She offered me her hand for a handshake, but I felt like holding her hand. But I couldn’t resist her here, so I took her hand.
“Nice to meet you too.”
Nebia shook my hand and sneered.
After greeting her in a way that didn’t seem at all friendly, she sat down on the sofa.
“I came here because I was curious about Angela’s older sister and other acquaintances. It’s not as bad as I thought.”
The room that had been bustling until I left was now filled with silence.
Angela’s gaze was wary of her and her attitude became reserved. The rest of the crew members were also swallowed up in the atmosphere and could not speak.
“You’ve been nominated two years after me, but you’ve still got quite a following, Angela. You’re truly amazing.”
If you just look at the smiling face, it will sound like an exclamation.
However, if you think about her true feelings, it would never have been said with the intention of praising her.
“And this… is tastier than I thought. There’s no place in this tower that makes something like this. Who made it?”
Nebia speaks while picking at the remaining rice ball and eating it.
At that question, everyone’s attention turned to me.
Nebia was able to figure out the answer without much thought just by looking at the reaction.
“If you don’t mind, could you make more? It’s a common food that’s hard to find, so even if it’s delicious, I have a hard time putting it in my mouth.”
Nebia felt inferior to Angela in the story. This was because she became a candidate later than herself, but had better bloodlines and magical powers.
To her, whose eyes are filled with lust for power and distorted ambition, Angela is a disgusting presence.
So, no one comes to Angela’s room without permission.
Moreover, even if you wanted to see Cadet Alighieri who helped you with your mission, there would be no need to meet him here.
‘Is it because of me?’
I don’t know much about her past. If what Cardinal Bellion says is true, she probably harbors a grudge against me.
It would not be strange for a woman like me to take out her anger on me, her son, even though it was my father who did wrong.
‘This is when you use this skill.’
-Maan Lv1
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Race: Human
Occupation: Saint
Supernatural power: 7th level
Horsepower: 40/40
Holy Spirit: 180/180
Tendency: Authoritarian/Arrogant
Feelings towards users: Favorable (Medium)
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Huh? Friendly?
The results were quite shocking.
I feel like I’ve been hit in the head with a blow to the truth of what I’ve been thinking.
It’s strange. How could he be kind to me, the son of the person who prevented his mother from getting her dysphasia cured?
I thought maybe there was a variable at work like before, but there was nothing to be caught.
Squeak-
Then the door opened again and maid Leona came in and said.
“This time, the Cardinal would like to see the rest of the cadets, except for Mr. Radon Crowler.”
Sure, Bellion said he’d call them too, but I didn’t know the timing would be now.
“I’ll be back. Radon.”
“huh.”
Starting with Jenny, they started going out one by one.
Now the only one left was Angela, but she too had no choice but to leave due to the atmosphere.
“Miss Angela, would you mind leaving for a moment? I’d like to talk to this person one-on-one.”
“What are you trying to talk about?”
“It’s not strange, so don’t look at me too suspiciously.”
Perhaps she thought that she couldn’t cause any friction because of me. Angela got up from her seat and went out into the hallway as well.
Angela is wary of Nevia simply because of the simple rumor that she has a fiery personality. At this point, she has yet to fully grasp her true nature.
Maybe that’s why he didn’t give me a warning before he left.
“What do you have to tell me?”
The time for just the two of them had arrived. Without any time for silence, Nevia asked directly.
“Do you know about Count Crowler, who came to Kreuz many years ago?”
“I know very well. I heard it in detail from Cardinal Bellion a little while ago, so there is no need to explain it at length.”
“Then let’s get to the point. Radon Crowler.”
Nebia’s lips twitched.
“I quite like you.”
“….”
“You may not understand, but I am grateful to your father, Lotas Crawler.”
I found it strange that he was kind to my family as well as me.
“Is your mother okay with her dysphasia?”
“Of course it’s okay. That kind of thing wasn’t my mother’s fault.”
“yes?”
When I asked her what she meant, something I didn’t know came out of her mouth.
“I was not a benevolent saint from the beginning. I was just a loser born in a slum in the northern part of the continent. Whenever things didn’t go my way, my mother would always take her anger out on me. My only hope was my older brother…”
He died. Together with his father.
After the two died, the stress on the mother and daughter must have been extreme.
“Because she became more impoverished, my mother would always raise her voice. She couldn’t control her anger over trivial things and would scream at me until her throat was torn. Why did she get aphasia? It’s simple. It’s strange that she didn’t get caught when she screamed so loudly that it was beyond imagination.”
Nebia was born with a keen ear.
It became a lifelong trauma because I could read my mother’s fearful emotions through those ears.
Now, just looking at my mother’s mouth makes my body go cold, thinking that something big will come out of it.
“Thanks to that aphasia, I was a little happy because I didn’t have to make loud noises. Besides, I thought that after I was chosen as a saint and came to Kreuz, my path would be paved with flowers.”
“….”
“But the church was too kind. They even went out of their way to move my mother to Kreuz and fix her vocal cords.”
The church was unnecessarily friendly.
Because he said that he would give her any benefit she wanted since she was the one who gave birth to the saint.
Even though she became a saint, she still couldn’t shake off the fear of that voice.
Every time I heard that voice in my dreams, I would wake up, cover my mouth, and run to the bathroom.
“Of course I tried to stop him. However, the church tried to stop me, saying that being unfilial was against their doctrine. Even after I explained what that person had done to me, there were more than a few people who insisted on treating him just to satisfy their religious beliefs.”
They believed that if they cured the saint’s mother, they would be blessed.
It was a typical religious way of thinking that if you just do good deeds, you can unconditionally become kind.
“But a savior appeared. That’s when your father bought most of Kreuz’s relics, so there was no way to heal that woman’s neck.”
As a result, his aphasia worsened and became incurable for the rest of his life.
If Lotus Crawler hadn’t shown up, I would have been hearing that voice by now.
“I don’t know what your relationship is with Miss Angela, but I feel grateful to your father.”
It was an unintended help, because at the time, my father had nothing in mind other than the lifting of the Liar’s curse.
“Do you have any intention of joining my side?”
He approaches me lightly, taking small steps, and speaks to me.
At first I thought he was going to be hostile and threaten me, but what is this world?
Even though he is shameless… Father, is he a god?
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