169 – 33. Cloel Martina
The bones were put together.
Luckily(?) Only the shoulder blades were missing. If Eunha, who was holding the neck, had applied a little more strength, an unthinkable scene would have unfolded.
Somehow I hate myself for getting used to situations like this……
“Hey, hey! Is your shoulder okay…?”
“Thank you for giving me the bottle and medicine, Mr. Liu. Please remind me again that a fortune teller’s body is very fragile.”
“Nam Goong Min….”
“Rain, it’s good to feel guilty, but please adjust all of the shoulder blades you were adjusting. They fit vaguely and it really hurts.”
“My Min? Are you okay?”
“…I think it’ll be okay if you just let go of the hand holding the back of my neck.”
“I refuse.”
“Ah…”
I don’t know about other places, but when my neck is grabbed, I get goosebumps. Is it because it is a part directly connected to life?
Anyway, the people who dislocated the shoulder blade skillfully put the bone back together.
…… What? Why are you guys so good?
“Huh, Mr. Liu? Your touch seems familiar.”
“Ah, well…I personally tortured debtors. I often pulled out their bones back then.”
“……Rain?”
“……Artur originally came from a family of executioners…”
Ah, that’s right. So during Skill Thief, I personally took the criminal and tortured him.
One of them was a debt collector and the other was from a family of executioners.
On the outside, they appear to be girls who have never done anything difficult, but the words they say are scary and scary.
Wow.
‘Oh sh*t.’
I somehow got my shoulder blades together and glared at the human who was the cause of this whole situation.
“Chloel…Please explain in more detail.”
“……………….”
“Mr. Chloe?”
“Uh, yes!? Ah, yes, um, yes….”
What is it? Why is it like that? As if I saw something I couldn’t see………
‘…… Ah.’
I saw my shoulder blades being pulled out and adjusted right before my eyes, so I guess you could think of this as a threat.
It was a good thing that Chloe was able to respond obediently, but the cost was unfamiliar pain, so it was a really unprofitable business.
‘I didn’t have many dislocated bones when I was learning from a pseudo-bastard.’
I’ve had my bones broken by being hit, but having a bone pulled out was a different experience.
I should never experience this again.
“So, what is this sudden marriage story about?”
“Uh…….”
“…Hey, non-believer. Namgoong Min has already asked you three times. Why don’t you answer quickly?”
“I’m sorry!”
Before she knew it, her personality changed from Eileen to a saint, and as she scolded him, Chloe lowered her head and opened her mouth little by little.
“You can only do this if you get married.”
“…Are you talking about the Heretic Questioner?”
“Oh, that’s right! I’m still a candidate…But I heard you have to get married to become an Inquisitor…”
The reason why Cloel Martina wants to become an Inquisitor is obvious.
‘It’s because of the saint.’
However, even though she was allowed to become a nun in the church and take the name Martina, did she decide that it would be dangerous to become an inquisitor?
Although he remains a candidate, Cloel will not be appointed as an Inquisitor. I don’t know if the saint quits being a Heretic Questioner.
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But marriage…… ?
“Please tell me in more detail.”
“…You can only become an Inquisitor after you get married and prove to Raphael that you don’t have a dark heart…”
“…A plague.”
“Yes?”
“It was called a plague.”
f*ck, are you saying that saints and saints must be pure? So you are saying that saints also have to be virgins?
Her step-sister, Clo El Martina, is objectively a great beauty. She’s a saint, and she feels pressured by Chloe, but if she were someone else, it wouldn’t be strange if she harbored feelings for her a long time ago.
So, if you really want to become an Inquisitor, you should marry someone else and block any possibility of desecrating the saint.
That was an unpleasant amount of overprotection.
Overprotection of the saint’s purity in order to protect the secret of his profession.
‘And…….’
Even if Clo El Martina is really married, she is trying to get closer to the Inquisitor, or more specifically to Raphael.
I don’t know how much of a burden that is on the saint.
“It’s a plague…”
“Chloel, it looks like you don’t have any sense…Don’t you already know?”
“What, what…”
“The church doesn’t want you to approach the saint. Do you really think you can escape being a candidate for the Inquisitor even if you marry me?”
“……So, it’s you.”
“Yes?”
“A wealthy person, a person with supernatural powers, a princess. These are people whose names I have only heard of and who have influence over the church. If I were to marry you, a friend of such people…”
…… Ah, the plague.
“Why should I marry you? As you said, I have wonderful friends. Why would I marry a nun who wielded a mace when we first met?”
“……….”
“More than that, you said it earlier. You’re marrying me to exert influence in the church. So shouldn’t I get something in return?”
“That…….”
“If you’re going to use me, then I have to use you too. Oh, please stop saying things like sacrificing yourself. It’s true that you’re an objectively attractive woman, but it’s not my type. And your Do you think the Virgin had enough value to shake up the church?”
“……………….”
“Chloel Martina, candidate for Inquisitor. Step-sister of Saint Raphael Martina. Official nun belonging to the church. Tell me, try to show off your worth once.”
I.
I don’t like people like Chloe.
People who are unable to weigh value and value, and mistakenly believe that what is important to them will be important to others.
…… That doesn’t mean I hate it.
Because the only thing I hate is scammers like that pseudo bastard.
“Well, I…….”
“Do I find it difficult to say? Let me say it again. If you want to marry me to use my influence and connections, then you must pay me in return. A payment sufficient to utilize my connections.”
“……Uh.”
“I don’t need money. A wealthy person is my friend. Power is of little use. Superpowers are my friend. I don’t need force. The princess is my friend. But I don’t need your body either. If I were to argue, “Eileen here is my favorite.”
“……….”
“Is there something you can give me besides what I’ve told you? Is there something only you can, that only you can give?”
“…No, there is.”
“Then don’t talk about marriage carelessly. I’m not saying that you should cherish your body. Marrying me may be a big compromise for you, but I don’t see much value in marrying you.”
“………Yes.”
…… But, what is Chloe’s crime?
My case is special, but it is definitely an honor for a woman of Chloe’s size to ask me to marry her first.
Also, has Cloelle, who is from the back alley, ever compared her worth with his own? She must have been born in an environment where it was difficult for her to know its value because she lacked what she had.
That’s why I felt a faint sense of contempt.
Not to Chloe, but to myself.
‘…… ‘f*ck.’
I deliberately use harsh words to take control and bring the mood in my direction.
Refutes the other person’s words more than necessary and discourages them by mentioning their errors several times.
Maintaining the tone that I am right and you are wrong, I make the other person think I am giving them a chance.
The speech that I did just a moment ago was very natural.
Because I know that it’s all a process to get what I want.
‘It’s a good thing.’
I hate fortune tellers and scams, but in the end, that’s all I know, so I have no choice but to act that way.
I looked at Chloel even though I felt a sharp sense of self-contradiction.
“But there’s one thing you don’t know.”
“Yes…?”
“Something that only you can give. Isn’t there something that only you can do in this place right now?”
Naturally, the character event of the saint did not appear until the end.
Is it because I am a , Or was it the way I approached Cloel that was the problem?
Now that it was like this, I just had to use my own method.
Just like I always did, just like I learned my whole life.
Deceiving and inciting others.
“When the exchange meeting ends, don’t you go back to church?”
“That’s…Right…”
“The day I go back to church.”
──After all, fortune tellers are that kind of people.
“As a candidate for the Heretic Questioner, please capture a fortune teller.”
This was all I could do.
*
The saint looked at Namgoong Min with
Heart-reading eyes.
He has a smile on his face, but he is not smiling on the inside.
‘My brother…… How is it?’
‘…… It’s festering.’
Originally, Itself does not properly show the minds of others, but Namgoong Min’s is to that extent.
This does not mean that it is difficult to enter. Rather, Namgoong Min’s heart is wide open.
But the heart inside is so artificial.
I feel like I’m just copying ‘a good person in the eyes of others.’
Rather, I feel a sense of discomfort.
‘…… Namgoong Min.’
The saint clearly remembers the events of that day.
The day before Eileen disappeared, when she tried to give up coexistence with Eileen.
The day a saint came to her and told her the cruel truth.
And at the same time, she remembers the day she was saved by Namgoong Min.
Everything Namgoong Min said that day.
‘Maybe…… ….’
‘Saint sister?’
‘Namgoong Min, until now.’
Although she lost her parents to her fortune teller, she knelt down to the fortune teller for her younger sister.
Although he absolutely hates the destruction of his family and fraud, he cannot escape because that is all he has learned.
Until Namgoong Min smiles ‘perfectly’ like that.
How rotten and rotten his insides had been during this time.
Who on earth can understand his pain and comfort him?
Is it right to just stand by and believe that I can overcome this on my own?
‘……….’
The saint turned her head towards the non-believers.
Unlike her who was looking at Namgoong Min, her disbelievers just glared at Cloel Martina.
She is spewing out her hatred and displeasure at the woman who dared to bring up her marriage to Namgoong Min in her mouth.
…… Why?
‘What you need to see now…….’
It’s not that kind of nun, it’s Namgoong Min who you’ve been talking about loving so much.
Unbelievers…… No.
‘The unbeliever…… Rather, is it me?’
Namgoong Min is believed in by non-believers, rich people, princesses, and psychics.
It is something beyond simple trust. Namgoong Min is a fanatic who believes whatever absurd things he says.
That is why they are not non-believers. Rather, they are more faithful believers than anyone else.
But what about me?
‘I…’ ….’
For saints, Namgoong Min is a god.
It is an object of faith and absolute truth that must be believed no matter what happens.
But a saint who is supposed to serve God actually doesn’t believe in God.
‘……… ‘Eileen.’
‘Sister?’
‘Do you trust Namgoong Min?’
‘That’s right…’ … Of course.’
‘I see.’
I’m sorry, Eileen.
I don’t believe it.
I thought I could overcome that much of a wound on my own.
Even without any help…… I don’t believe I can do it alone.
So.
‘Even if Namgoong Min is displeased.’
I want to help that person.
It is not simply about helping with money, power, or force.
A little more──
“Nam Goong Min.”
“…Eileen?”
“I want to go to church too.”
At that moment, everyone’s eyes are focused on the saint.
Namgoong Min’s incomprehensible gaze, Cloel’s questioning gaze, and the fanatics’ jealous gaze.
I take it all in and only look at Namgoong Min.
“Can’t we?”
“Hey, that’s up to you──”
“Wouldn’t that work? Because I am a saint.”
“───What.”
Most people here know that Eileen Teddy Bear is a saint.
Namgoong Min is natural, and because of the mediator, even when she saw his past, she revealed that she was a saint to the fanatics.
But one person here did not know that fact.
“Last name…Woman? Uh, yes?”
Flutter.
Her wings sprout from Eileen’s back, and a halo appears above her head.
Chloel’s eyes widened as she witnessed with her own eyes the
Holy spirit, the proof of a saint and a saint.
The saint smiled as she looked at Namgoong Min, who had a perplexed expression.
“I’m sorry, Namgoong Min.”
I can’t think of any other way to follow you.
I have learned something from you, so don’t hate me too much.
‘Even if I am hated by Namgoong Min…….’
I am your saint, and you are a believer who serves the god.
So please forgive my unreasonableness this time.
I will definitely love you.
‘A broken heart.’
I will treat you.