31 – 7-My dear hometown
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From the first moment I can remember, I have been wandering the streets of Oksantium.
Helga described her own childhood that way.
It is said that he was raised by a criminal organization that uses children to make money.
Underneath a hulking bum with long knife scars on his face, he mistook him for his father and spent the day selling odds and begging on the street.
At that time, he had many younger siblings whose names he did not know, and Runea was one of them.
“Then one day, the security forces came in. Soldiers are basically lazy and don’t move well, and I’m sure the stupid thugs at the time touched something they shouldn’t touch.”
The criminal organization disintegrates, and orphans who have nowhere to go flow into an orphanage run by the church.
There, Helga and Runea learn from the priest that they have an aptitude for mana.
After that, he joined the Order and became a Knight of the Holy Cross after going through boots and squire.
In the rattling carriage, I listened to Helga sitting across from me.
“……That’s the limit you can tell me, right?”
“Right now. Sorry.”
“Did your father know all this?”
“He knows everything that Bjorn doesn’t know.”
Those unknown facts might include why the famous Holy Cross knight became a dark woman in the empire, and how he came to the north.
“You shamelessly deceived me. They said that you could become stronger as you see me grow up?”
“Because the way to become stronger isn’t just by developing Danjeon.”
“Is it possible that you surprised me by appearing at an unexpected time because you were always hiding around me?”
“That’s not true. I started following Bjorn-sama in earnest after the exam was over.”
Well, if I had been following you before then, there was no way I wouldn’t have known the talent I had gained.
At least Helga was telling me the truth now.
Still, I couldn’t help but say sharp words.
“I heard you’re busy with senior knight work, so you seem to have enough energy to follow me.”
“It was Kaniel-sama’s order.”
“……I see.”
The knight obeyed the order of his master.
I wasn’t narrow-minded enough to criticize that.
Thanks to Helga, I was able to protect Mion, so let’s move on.
Even so, she seemed to be forcing a reason to swallow her bitter feelings, so her mood was not very pleasant.
“But you gave Runea a guarantee that you would hand over the saint in your name. What will you do if I don’t send the saint?”
“What’s the value of my name? Runea will hate me for being swayed by personal feelings. I’m sure she knows where I belong now.”
“Is that okay? We’re close friends, right?”
“We grew up like half-siblings. But shouldn’t we make a thorough distinction between public and private life?”
“No, I can’t tell them apart.”
“Yes?”
I can’t.
I couldn’t stand it because I was grumpy.
I lowered her voice and threatened Helga.
“Sir Helga Sentle, you obeyed her father’s orders but betrayed my trust. So prove your loyalty to me.”
“How can I prove it?”
Helga corrected her posture and waited for my lips to move.
Gulp.
The sound of Mion swallowing her saliva was the only sound that broke the stillness of the carriage.
I have clearly presented the only way to restore his trust.
“Tell me of the great misfortune that Lunaa committed against His Majesty that day.”
“……Is that what you were curious about?”
“Yeah! I can’t stand it. So go ahead and tell me!”
I looked at Helga like a grandson waiting for a funny story from his grandmother, twitching his fingers.
Surely, my eyes must have shone brightly like the stars that embroidered the night sky.
“Lunea grabbed her sword, and from that moment on, she lived only in front of her to inherit the sword castle castle. Her relationship with the opposite s*x was an afterthought. To her, Her Majesty I would have approached with a strong impression.”
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“Ah, I’ve heard rumors that His Majesty’s dragon face is truly outstanding.”
“There was a time when, before His Majesty ascended the throne, there was an unfortunate time when she had to hide without a servant for a while. At that time, Runea volunteered to help Her Majesty.”
The unsavory thing Helga refers to is the sudden and violent death of the former emperor, and the incident in which the wicked woman, who was her concubine at the time, staged a rebellion by naming the second prince.
Because it happened so suddenly, His Majesty, who was the crown prince at the time, is confined to the imperial palace and is in danger of dying.
At that time, his sister, the first princess, changed her clothes to protect her majesty, disguised herself as her prince, and died instead.
This is where the word ‘dressed emperor’ used to mock His Majesty came from.
Anyway, His Majesty, who was saved by his sister, spent some time outside the palace to quell the rebellion.
It must have happened in that short period of time.
“So? What the hell did Lunea do?”
“Should I keep a secret?”
Helga, who kept taking her lips off and on for a while, couldn’t hold back her youthful eyes, and finally revealed Runea’s old secrets.
“I caught Runea holding Her Majesty’s underwear and sniffing her.”
“Whoa! Is that Runea?!”
Who is Lunea Van Hos?
In the original work, he was Mion’s teacher and the hope of humanity that protected humanity until the saint appeared.
The heroine led the Knights of the Holy Cross and struggled desperately against the devil.
Her soldiers who saw her on the battlefield praised her like one, her bravery, her strength, and her beauty.
But to think that she was an ‘oxtantium panties thief’.
It felt like her fantasy was being shattered.
[hahahaha! It didn’t look like that at all!]
She rolled around in the air as if she couldn’t contain her laughter.
“hehehe, it’s definitely a secret that makes you give up on the saint.”
I wondered what the hell she had done because she ran away with her tail curled up so coolly.
“Is this enough to prove my loyalty?”
“I’ve proved it! Rather, I feel like giving away an award.”
“I feel a little sorry for Runea. I wanted to protect her as if she were her younger sister, but…”
“Don’t worry. What am I going to do with the secret of Sir Lunea van Hos?”
Whatever you do, you have to make it to death.
I’m already looking forward to the day I can meet her again.
“Now then, since I have something to say to the saint alone from now on, could you please get out of the carriage?”
“Okay.”
I let Helga off the wagon and faced Mion.
I had a lot to say to this kid.
What a saint is, what situation you are in now, how you should act in the future…….
But more than that, let’s start by asking what I’m curious about right now.
“Can you see Jin?”
When Jin rolled over after hearing Lunea’s secret, he saw Mion’s pupils follow his movements.
Mion seemed to be trying to understand what I meant.
“Are you referring to the fireball flying around Bjorn?”
“Yes. Jin, since I can see you, why don’t you introduce yourself to the saint?”
[What, do you really see me?! Do you think the saint is right?]
“Yes, I can see it. But if it’s Jin, is that the legendary god?!”
[Yes! I am Jin of the Flame! Speaking of me, I’m in charge of circulation and extinction…….]
Judging from the fact that Jin understands the words of Jin, who boasts endlessly, it seems that he not only sees but also hears his voice.
Surely, those who are chosen by the holy sword do not become saints, but those who can sense the existence of God are chosen by the holy sword.
“As you can see, just as you were chosen by the Lord, I was also chosen by Jin of the Flame.”
[I never chose you?]
If Jin had a body, he sneered at him in a way that made him look like he would pluck one of his eyes with his hand and stick out his tongue.
“Then let’s say that Hwajeong chose me. Honestly, you’re useless as a shell, aren’t you?”
[Hey you son of a b*tch! Are you saying that to spit it out in the face of a god?!]
“Well, you’re not the only one special. That’s why I have no intention of giving you special treatment. If you wanted something like that, you should have gone to the Knights of the Holy Cross.”
“…….”
“Instead, I intend to treat you person-to-person. If I want something from you, I will ask for your understanding, I will persuade you, and if you refuse, I will not take it by force. And vice versa.”
“To be honest, I still don’t realize it. That I’m a saint, and that I’m going to Stemwind in a carriage with De Yewitz-sama.”
Mion didn’t seem to realize that she was a saint yet.
I understand.
To him, who was a commoner until recently, a saint is a hero from a legend.
You must feel a sense of separation from yourself.
But then I can’t pamper you.
Shouldn’t I stretch out, drink, and bite the devil when you’re good at warding off demons?
“You’ll get used to it soon. I guarantee you.”
Don’t worry, even if you can’t adapt, I’ll make you do it.
A few years of rolling under me will make you more saintly than any other saint in history.
Mion shuddered briefly as if he had intuition about his own future.
“That’s right. Thank you.”
“Then, let’s get down to business. There are a few things you should know before going to Stemwind.”