Chapter 44

The sun has already set.

I heard that there is a lot to see at night in the islands.

Ruid, who liked the food he ate in the morning, went to the night market to eat something delicious with Hercy.

There are many food vendors, general store vendors, storytellers, etc. in the alleys. The streets illuminated by magic lanterns were as charming as the street lights.

Ruid glanced at Hercy and emphasized again.

“You understand, Hersi? “You must never show off as a nobleman.”

“It’s not difficult, but... can you at least tell me why I have to pretend to be a commoner?”

Ruid answered without a moment of hesitation.

“Well, because it’s fun.”

“fun...?”

“Why, there is such a thing. “When I did a good deed for a homeless person, that homeless person actually became an emperor.”

“...!”

...It was purely Ruid’s preference. Maybe it’s because I’m a kid, but I’m attracted to surprise events like that.

“Yes, the example is very grand.”

Of course, it was a difficult concept for Hersy to accept.

“Anyway, we are commoners today.”

Hersi smiled awkwardly.

‘In that case, even if Ruid covers his entire body, he looks like a nobleman.’

The etiquette of nobles was an ingrained habit. Very minor gestures and hand gestures, tone of voice and eye contact. Little things like that come together to create something called dignity.

I couldn’t imitate it, and I couldn’t hide it if I wanted to hide it.

Moreover, it was very common for nobles to hide their identities and go into hiding. Hersy used to do that often when he was young.

At that time, everyone thought they had been fooled by his perfect acting, but in fact, they knew everything and pretended not to know.

It seemed like maybe something similar would happen to Ruid. And Hersy was going to make it happen.

‘We must protect Ruid’s innocence.’

Hercy made up her mind.

however.

“Hey, Luid.”

“huh?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“huh.”

Hercy looked back with mischievous eyes.

Liddy was following from a little distance away.

Hersy, who had been concerned from earlier, asked.

“Who on earth is that person?”

“I don’t know either.”

I already knew who it was.

‘He said he felt like he’d seen it somewhere before.’

Silver hair and silver eyes. High-ranking clergy. And the pseudonym Liddy seems to have been made in haste. Because when you add it all up, there is only one person that applies.

Saint Lydia.

The reason I couldn’t remember it right away was because the image was so different.

What can I say, she looked a little more like a saint. It was clear that he did not have a strange personality that made him feel threatened(?) by Jeongjo.

It was definitely surprising, but Ruid didn’t really care. It wasn’t a role that played a large part in the story.

“When you get tired, you’ll go home on your own. don’t mind.”

“...Is Ruid going to meet that person again?”

“maybe. “Because you’re my sleep mate.”

“Did you like that cathedral that much?”

Hercy rarely showed his dissatisfaction.

“Similar to or worse than Delrin’s lake.”

Hersi had no choice but to listen to the story and accept it.

“...Then I guess I can’t help it.”

“That’s right, I can’t help it.”

“Phoenix’s feather... Shall we get another one?”

Still, it was very annoying for Hersy to see Ruid, who was only 12 years old, sleeping on the same pillow as a girl he had married.

“Can you do it?”

Ruid’s reaction was questionable.

They rushed this way.

Liddy looked at Ruid without paying any heed and said.

“You’re a bad boy for deceiving a priest.”

“Better than a corrupt priest asking a 12-year-old to have a child.”

Hersy agreed, shaking his head as if it were a reasonable statement.

**

“Saint. “If you go out without saying anything, you’ll be in trouble.”

Lancelot, the leader of the 1st Holy Knights, knelt down on one knee and showed respect.

Lydia walked in a space where only faint light came in.

“I met an amazing person.”

I sat down in a pure white chair.

Lancelot remained still in a place where darkness and light coexisted.

This place, called the heart of the cathedral, is

a sanctuary exclusively for saints.

The reason there was no light was because she didn’t want it.

“He had stars in his eyes. “The hair glowed even in the dark.”

“...I’m glad I met a good person.”

“How many years has it been?”

“According to the records of the Great Crusade, it is probably the first time in 300 years.”

Lancelot clenched his fists.

“...What kind of person did you build a bond with?”

“I see.”

Saint Lydia existed for a long time.

The years are so far away that counting them is meaningless.

Many things happened.

I cried and laughed.

As time passed, the people I was in a relationship with also fell one after another.

Any strong person, dragon or elf.

In the end, everyone died. Except Lydia herself.

In that way, Saint Lydia’s emotions became dull.

Emotions are ultimately a response to stimuli.

It was natural that Lydia’s emotions had dried up as she had lived for too long to feel stimulation.

However, one feeling remains.

Wanting to die. This will was an emotion so strong that it rivaled that of any other human being.

However, it is not easy for a saint to die. Even if her limbs are torn apart and the world is destroyed, the saint is fine.

Because there is God’s protection.

One day, Lydia prayed earnestly to God. Please remove this protection. It’s too harsh to live longer than is allowed.

God gave a new oracle.

[Establish a pure soul to receive new karma. With that, your eternal bondage will be broken and you will come to paradise. ]

Lydia, who had devoted her entire life to the word of God, could immediately understand what this meant.

Build a pure soul.

In essence, the pure soul that Justitia spoke of meant only the saint herself.

That meant that if he passed on the stigmata to his child, he would be able to die.

In other words, a pure soul has its own child.

Paradise means death.

“How could that child see me? I didn’t allow it. Did he have a holy relic? But I didn’t feel it.”

“Is that really true? “Are you saying you broke the cathedral’s confrontation system?”

“no. It just came quietly. Without harming anything. It’s allowed. “I was sleeping at the time.”

That was a strange thing.

No one is allowed to enter the rooftop of the cathedral. Because I wanted to be alone as long as I was here.

There were only two types of people who could neutralize the barrier. Did Lydia herself give permission, or did she have a holy relic on her person?

But the boy approached without any hesitation. I found a nice place, lay down, and even went to sleep.

“Yes, the fateful partner is definitely talking about that child.”

A blonde boy approached without any hesitation.

In fact, Lydia was already fascinated the moment she saw it.

I felt an emotion that I had never felt before from countless people.

That was probably a new stimulus.

“I think that kid can do it.”

Let’s kiss.

That was why I uttered a word I had never uttered out loud before.

“It took too long.”

It’s been too long.

Still, Lydia was a saint.

He was a being who had to take responsibility more than his own desires.

I couldn’t have a child with just anyone. It was questionable whether God would allow it if he had such impure intentions.

Lydia was sure this time.

“I think I finally found it, Lancelot.”

The saintess smiled faintly.

Lancelot had served the saint for the past ten years, but this was the first time she had seen her smile.

“A child who can save me.”