116. speech
“How is it?”
The appearance of her soft pink hair gracefully braided and sprinkled with light flower decorations was an Aritaum, reminiscent of what the flower beds of the gods might look like.
“It’s beautiful.”
To Michaela’s question, the lady answered honestly without hiding her feelings.
It was Michaela who had heard the word beautiful a lot, but it was a devilish word that I never got tired of hearing.
“If only you took off that dark veil, you would be beautiful enough.”
Towards the lady reflected in the mirror, Michaela also made a proposal without any selfishness or falsehood.
Michaela had a much higher standard of beauty compared to others, but the lady’s beauty was outstanding enough to fall within her standards.
“For an assassin, beauty is a great weapon, but sometimes it is a light to cover.”
Despite the noblewoman’s attitude insinuating that she refused to take any more topics for herself, Michaela did not feel too uncomfortable and devoted herself to decorating herself again.
It’s not a ticklish relationship like friendship or love anyway, it’s simply a cooperative relationship where interests match.
Perhaps if Prince Oliver had a blind eye and ordered Michaela to be assassinated, the lady’s purple butterfly would pierce the nun’s heart without hesitation.
“Then I will go.”
Michaela, who checked her beauty once again, stood up from the dressing table with a satisfied smile.
The makeup wasn’t excessive, but it could have been a bit bland, but considering her position as a saint, anything that was too excessive actually turned out to be a negative factor.
Moderately natural make-up makes the exceptional beauty stand out brightly. It wasn’t too difficult for a beautiful woman like Michaela.
The lady couldn’t go with her because she was an outsider, but she would always watch over Michaela, hiding in the shadows of the cathedral.
“Are you here?”
One of the paladins who was waiting for the saint candidates greets her.
The chapel of the cathedral where the speech of the day will be held.
Compared to the size of the chapel, there were few people gathered, so it felt modest, but there are no people inside and many people will pay attention to this place through screens installed in various places in Batian from the outside.
“Kuhm.”
“Twitter.”
“ha.”
The bishops and paladins who were already seated kicked their tongues and sighed the moment they saw Michaela.
‘Ah, how could I be so foolish?’
Despite being blatantly looked down on, Michaela responded with a smile as if showing off her beauty.
That’s how you treat yourself who will soon become a saint?
In any case, the hard-headed writers of the cathedral tended to think that their position would be natural no matter what situation came.
Is it because it is a position that God has directly occupied?
I don’t even know how vain delusion that is.
‘It’s me who God chose.’
Rolling the engraved tongue in her mouth, Michaela forcibly resisted the desire to laugh out loud.
What do you guys have?
You say you serve God more than anyone else, but God has given you nothing. You fools who simply pretend that their efforts are divine.
‘Look at the engraving on me. This is proof that God has chosen him, meaning that God is with him.’
A life-changing treasure that Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty and love, gave her, and a messenger of the gods.
Michaela headed towards where the candidates for the saints were sitting.
Then, starting with one of the candidates naturally paving the way, the other nuns brought a chair or took care of themselves by taking a drink.
It was deliberately ordered by Michaela, and this was to strongly appeal to the fact that no matter what woman becomes a saint, it is in her hands.
“Hey, are you here?”
“Please take care of me today.”
In addition, even the Archbishop, who was preparing for the event at the pulpit, came to Michaela and bowed deeply to shake hands.
All the other nuns were put aside, but they were laughing with a look of course.
From the point of view of bishops and paladins, beyond heartbreaking, the pain of rotting away will fill up.
‘You foolish ones, you who are always swayed by my ego despite the word. Today is the day of judgment upon you.’
Mikaela, who laughed out loud inside her eyes, closed her eyes and made up her mind, and soon after, the pulpit where Archbishop Bhatian was standing was sent out, and his voice resounded.
“What a good day, fellow citizens of the continent loved by the gods.”
It was a long and boring opening remark.
To the extent that Michaela was thinking about using her engraving ability in the middle.
However, as the opening remarks are over, the archbishop resigns.
A young paladin in charge of the host grabbed the microphone and appeared on the screen.
“Come on, then I would like to introduce you to the first seat among the five candidates for saint women. Serving Poseidon, the god of water and the sea that contains the vast life…”
The speeches given by the preceding four nuns passed faster than expected, which meant that they did not leave much of an impression.
Of course.
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Just like a doll with no emotions due to Michaela’s ability, she simply read the script.
It was probably obvious that by now the citizens would be agitated outside. Among the nuns this time, they must be criticizing that they don’t seem to have the skills of a saint.
“Now, I am a candidate for the next saint, a nun directly ordained by Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty and love. Michaela Romers.”
Paladin’s expression was smiling, but the tone of his speech and introduction was different from that of the other nuns, and he was meager and humble.
But it didn’t matter.
Rather, it will also become a small licorice that makes you stand out.
Taking off the veil covering her face, Michaela revealed her beautiful looks to Batian.
Convinced that it had a ripple effect from the start, enough to feel the agitation outside, Michaela opened her mouth small.
“Dear citizens, Greetings from Michaela Romers, the little servant of Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty and love.”
Michaela lowered her head and spoke again cautiously. The slightly slow and smooth movement gave her a sense of nobility.
“Many people serve many gods. Starting with Helios, who has the most believers, fishermen who live in the sea take Poseidon, those who coexist with the forest take Artemis, and those who enforce the law take Athena.”
Move your gaze naturally from the left end of the crystal ball that is shining on you to the right end.
As if watching everyone on the other side of the screen one by one.
“So many gods, so graciously, are giving us mercy and grace. This is a miracle that cannot be described in any words. It is just a miracle.”
I could see the Bishop and the Paladins sighing as they touched their foreheads. It was a pitiful act to inform the enemy that they had already been defeated.
“By the way, gentlemen, there is something that all the gods shout the same thing. There is one very precious word that is indispensable among many gods and us humans.”
Smile, Michaela smiled and mercifully gave me the correct answer.
“It is love.”
“Any god in the world whispers love to his followers. We also repay that heart and cry out to them that we love them.”
vision blurs
Tears welled up in her eyes and gently ran down her immaculate cheeks as if by magic.
“Then why are we fighting?”
As if struggling to endure the pain of her heart being ripped apart, she cries out in a slightly cracked voice.
“What made us jealous and jealous of each other, pointed fingers and slandered each other, and made violence and quarrels endless?”
“He who serves the household god falls on his knees and weeps and cries out to his god that he loves you, but when his back is turned, he points the finger at those who worship Zeus.”
“Those who serve the god of lightning give thanks and love offerings to their god, but the next day they complain about those who worship the god Hera.”
Michaela took a deep breath.
Tears were still clearly visible on her cheeks, but her expression was not as distressed as before.
A saintess who proclaims a firm decision, literally a holy war.
“It can’t be like this. Nowhere are the gods telling us to fight each other. They just tell you to learn their teachings, preach them, and love one another!”
“Why can’t we put those words into action even though we see them with our own eyes, meditate on them, pray for them, memorize them, and understand them? why! Why the hell!”
“I will not sit idle now. I, Michaela Romers, will not stand by.”
Fierce yet violent convictions felt in the pink eyes pour out to the citizens through 17 screens installed in Batian.
“Love that penetrates all gods and men. I, Michaela, will become a servant of Aphrodite, the goddess of love, and will visit you as her cupid.”
“Are you fighting? Are you envious and jealous of each other? Do you struggle in hostility and murder? i will go Go, I will tell you.”
“I say I love you.”
“I just love you.”
“You can stone me, you can call me a hypocrite, you can hate me, you can say I do my own thing in the name of God.”
Slowly but clearly, Michaela smiled at everyone on the other side of the screen.
“Nevertheless, I will love you. That is probably the greatest gift the gods give us, and that is what they want from us.”
Michaela put her hands together and closed her eyes.
“I hope, through me, that you can feel at least a handful of the love of the gods.”
The crystal ball’s screen turns off and the paladin in charge of the process is illuminated again. Michaela came down from the pulpit and immediately wiped away the tears with the handkerchiefs the other nuns had given her.
Feeling the shouts resounding from outside, Michaela was enveloped in a thrilling thrill and satisfaction.
won
Although he left an imprint on the citizens, this was also the watershed of his overwhelming victory.
Depending on how much he appealed to the citizens, when the bishops forcibly chose another saint, he could naturally cause a riot.
‘It worked.’
Literally an overwhelming victory and support from citizens.
There were so many followers of God that the speech to rally them all worked effectively.
Finally, everything is decided by the archbishop, bishops, and paladins entering the session room and voting.
I thought so.
The Paladin, who was in charge of the proceedings, spoke in a solemn voice.
“Originally, since all five candidates for Saints have finished speaking, the voting should proceed immediately, but due to misunderstandings and misunderstandings, I would like to inform you that there is another candidate for Saints.”
‘suddenly?’
Michaela turned her head to look at the bishops and the paladins, but there was no look of surprise or embarrassment on their faces.
‘Did you know?’
Considering what they all knew but didn’t say when they first introduced the candidacy.
‘Are you working on something?’
But is there anything that can turn this around now?
Initially, the candidate was…
“ah.”
The chapel door opens and a slender nun enters, her face covered by a white veil.
A woman who was being pursued as a suspect in the murder of the nun of the goddess Demeter, but was actually locked up in the basement of the cathedral.
Serving the light that illuminates the continent, Sister of the Sun
Lucia Bright walked towards the podium with a confident step.