Chapter 90

Chapter 90

TL/Editor: raei

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A miracle is defined as an act performed by God.

Clerics prove God's existence through miracles, received via sacred petitions.

However, often God performs miracles through the body and speech of a cleric.

Those chosen by God are then revered as saints.

Indeed, it was a miracle.

The lame stand up, water turns to wine, and people walk on water as if it were solid ground!

Many clerics tirelessly work to bring about these miracles. They throw themselves off cliffs, leap into pits of fire, and travel to plague-ridden regions...

Of course, God likely pays no mind to such reckless acts.

Yet clerics, in their desire for sainthood, commit these acts of madness.

Chosen by God!

What a prestigious title!

"Wizard Ian has awakened the dormant relic!"

"If this isn't a miracle, what is?"

Already brimming with a desire for sainthood, the clerics, like patients with saintly ADHD, couldn't remain calm when faced with an event resembling a miracle.

"Hmm. Is that all?"

"What?"

"Isn't this an overreaction to just an egg hatching? Perhaps it was simply time for it to hatch."

Debates ensue about what constitutes a miracle.

These men, typically found reading the Bible and eating, never back down on matters regarding the divine.

"Wizard Ian did not perform a miracle, brothers!"

"Takarion!"

At that moment, as the controversy over [Ian's Miracle] simmered, a storm named Takarion took center stage.

"Last night, I received a revelation from an angel in my dream."

"Oh!"

"The same angel's voice that I heard while writing the Gospel of Marcus!"

Takarion, when composing the Gospel of Marcus, included various absurd (but entertaining) elements.

For instance, there's a scene where Mark shoots a death beam from his finger.

Skeptical priests would ask, "How could you possibly know about events from the Golden Empire era?"

To which Takarion would automatically respond:

'An angel told me in a dream~'

Meaning, he was talking in his sleep.

However, it wasn't actual issue.

In this world, dragons fly and wizards hear the winds speak.

Surely a saint could shoot a death beam, right?

After all, when you insist it was true, it becomes so.

In this medieval fantasy world, where verifying the truth was impossible, even rumors are often accepted as truths.

"The Lord in heaven has told me! That egg was actually prepared just for me, Takarion!"

"Oh!"

Here, there are monks who would literally die for a word from Takarion.

So Takarion, as usual, began to insist his version of events was the truth.

The glory of a miracle would not be stolen by some unknown wizard!

"Did Takarion perform the miracle?!"

"Saint Takarion! Saint Takarion has appeared!"

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"No. What is this..."

Just as they were about to set off, an absurd situation unfolded, leaving Ian dumbfounded.

The absurdity that the relic turned out to be merely an egg was bad enough.

Outside, clerics were heatedly debating whether Ian possessed the qualifications of a saint.

Yet Ian had no desire to become a saint.

Ian is a wizard, not a priest.

There would be no advantage to being called Saint Ian.

While there might be benefits, actively pursuing the title of saint was unnecessary.

Becoming a saint would only further entangle him with religious figures, a prospect both dubious and undesirable.

Ian preferred to focus on the present.

A fluffy, soft-feathered bird tumbled before his eyes.UpTodated novels at novelhall.com

"Do you know what this is?"

Belenka had summoned hunters to ascertain the identity of the bird.

However, the hunters unanimously declared they had never seen such a bird before.

"I'm not sure."

After all, the relic wasn't his.

It was an item from the monastery, so whether it hatched a bird or a dinosaur, the rightful owner was the abbot.

Even though Ian was a wizard, there was no guarantee he could take something from the monastery and get away with it.

He wasn't particularly attached to it either.

"Kira! Hurry up and give the bird back!"

Ian called out cheerfully, relieved to be unburdened.

Kira, who had been petting the baby bird, looked slightly disappointed.

"You came to take Winnie back, right?"

"You've already named it?"

"Yeah... we have to give it back. Sob sob. Winnie, you have to be strong even at the monastery!"

Ian forcibly took the bird from Kira and handed it to Takarion.

"Here you go."

"Oh! Thank you!"

Takarion reached out for the bird, his heart beating with anticipation.

He believed that once he took it back, he would be celebrated as the monk who hatched the relic.

That was when it happened.

"Peep! Peep!"

"???"

As Takarion’s hand approached, the baby bird cried out in a terribly sad and desperate sound.

No matter how much Takarion tried to calm it, it was futile.

"Why is the bird acting like this?"

"Indeed. It should be a divine creature hatched by Takarion according to God's will..."

The murmuring of the monks made Takarion break out in a cold sweat.

It was a crisis.

If the bird rejected him here, the situation would become laughably absurd!

"Come, nestle in my embrace!"

Takarion tried to force the bird to embrace him.

The more he tried, the more sorrowfully the chick cried.

"Peep! Peep!"

'...Is this right?'

Even Ian began to worry.

Could he end up breaking the bird's bones?

Unable to stand it any longer, Kira intervened.

"Come here! Mommy will hold you!"

Kira had unwittingly become a bird mom.

"No..."

Takarion tried to prevent Kira from taking the bird but...

As Kira's beautiful face came close, he froze.

The monk, an otaku, was not good with women...

'Saint Marcus...!'

Before he knew it, the bird was comfortably nestled in Kira's arms.

As Kira stroked it, the bird calmed down as if it had never cried.

"My goodness! Takarion was rejected by the divine creature!"

"Indeed! Ian was the true hatcher of the relic!"

"Saint Ian! The wizard beloved by God!"

Takarion was stunned, and Kira was distracted by the bird.

And Ian felt like his head was going to explode with all the noise from the monks...

... I need to travel! Damn it!

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"My bird! Give it back!"

"No, damn it. If it doesn't want to go with you, what do you expect me to do?"

Handing over the bird felt like handing it over to die.

But not handing it over seemed like they would chase him to the ends of the earth.

Eventually, it was time for some lively negotiation.

"Ian. Can we go to the monastery?"

"That seems like the right choice."

Belenka and Kira voted to go to the monastery.

Since they couldn’t just toss the bird and leave, the plan was to go there, hand it over, and then leave.

Ian asked the monks for their opinion, just in case.

"If we take the bird to the monastery—"

"That would be best!"

They didn’t even pretend to refuse.

So, the toss failed.

Thus, Ian's next destination was decided: a medieval monastery.