200 – EP.9 The Truman Show-3
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I’ve never seen the scenery of a village welcoming an emperor, but I thought it might be similar to this.
Scream-like cheers heard from all over, applause so loud that it hurts your hands, and colorful flower petals falling from the sky.
When the carriage I rode entered the village, I was greeted with an overwhelming amount of hospitality.
The sounds people made made the carriage rumble.
“Everyone is happy that the saint has come.”
Maria said with a proud face.
Actually, I was under a hundred times the burden.
Madini Village was so large that it would be a shame to call it a village.
From my perspective, it seemed more appropriate to call it a city.
I haven’t visited many villages here, but considering that it is a world with a medieval framework, I think the level of development of Madini Village is quite high.
First of all, there were neat houses lined up along the road, and the road was well paved, so I felt like I was driving on an asphalt road.
“It’s a nice place.”
“It’s a town where a lot of people gather.”
I guess it’s not a transportation hub for no reason.
We arrived at the church in Madini village when the constant cheering was deafening.
This was because of the doctrine that when a believer entered a village, he or she should stop by the church first.
Thankful that the long journey was over, I stretched out.
“Kya.”
Because she stretched slightly forward, she lightly touched Maria’s shoulder as she gathered her luggage and prepared to leave.
“I’m sorry, Sister Maria. It was a mistake.”
Maria let out a cute scream, and I immediately apologized.
At my words, Maria immediately adjusted her expression, raised the corners of her mouth, and gave me a deep smile.
“It’s okay. Even if it wasn’t a mistake.”
With her words flowing through one ear, I adjusted my clothes.
Still, he is a saint in his own way, so he can’t go out unprepared.
“Saint. I am ready.”
I heard the voice of a paladin who had finished clearing up the surroundings.
Now the moment has come for me to set foot on land other than the church headquarters for the first time.
I see Maria in front of me.
Her sparkling green eyes stare at me.
Slightly wavy blonde hair, a benevolent smile, and neatly dressed nuns.
Maria waits for my signal.
I put back on the mask of the saint I had been acting as and took a deep breath.
“Let’s go.”
I snorted and opened my mouth.
Maria nodded her head once, then knocked twice on her door with her pure white hand.
– Rattle
The carriage shook slightly, and the door opened.
“Waaa!!!”
“Saint!!!”
“May there be the grace of light!!!”
The wild cheers I heard on the way here began to pierce my ears as a single sentence.
Now that the wall of the carriage is gone, so much sound pours in that you can’t even hear Maria’s voice speaking right next to you.
I was impressed with the sound insulation performance of the carriage.
As she walked out the door, patting her sore back, the noise of people became even louder.
I raised my hands with as peaceful a face as possible and responded to the cheers of the audience.
My feet touched the ground.
The feel of the hard ground ran up the soles of my feet.
Close your eyes and take a deep breath. The smell of the village comes in.
It’s a different smell than the one I smelled while taking a bath.
“Hello saint. My name is Pietro, a priest from the village of Madini.”
A voice was heard through the noise.
When I opened my eyes, a middle-aged man dressed neatly was standing in front of me.
“Hello, this is Kang In-ho.”
I made the sign of the cross, and Pietro followed me and made the sign of the cross.
“I will take you to church.”
“Yes, it’s a little noisy.”
When I spoke as I followed him, Pietro made a very guilty face.
“Ah… I’ll warn you.”
Pietro looked around and said, and I waved my hand.
“No, I’m just saying thank you for the warm welcome.”
At my words, Pietro’s expression relaxed and he led me into the chapel.
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After entering the chapel and finishing a short prayer, I went into his office and was served tea.
“Thank you so much for visiting us in person to carry out relief efforts.”
Pietro expressed his gratitude once again.
“No. As a saint, you should help people directly, and not just stay in a religious church.”
After saying something a saint would normally say, I took a sip of tea. The tea water at the right temperature warmed my body.
I don’t know if I slept cold during the camping trip the night before, but the slight chill in my body could be a sign of a cold.
Ah… If I can use Yeomryun Ball, I don’t have to worry about catching a cold…
It’s a pity that I fell into a world where I couldn’t gain a single ounce of inner strength.
“As expected… The saint’s kindness is as deep as I heard.”
Pietro spoke as if he was moved, and I frowned.
“Just as I heard… Ramen.”
“Ah, the church periodically sends official documents summarizing the saint’s whereabouts.”
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“Aha… I see. I’ve never seen it before.”
I grab the teacup and it crumbles.
“Huh? Is that so?”
Pietro spoke with an innocent face, and I smiled at him through gritted teeth.
When I return to the church, I will ask them to get my approval before making something like that.
I have a strong feeling that if the Pope made a fuss, he would definitely have been put on a par.
“Yes, if there are any official documents left, could you hand them over to my attendant in the evening?”
“Of course. I can give it to you right now.”
“Oh, I see. Sister Maria. Please do me a favor.”
Pietro took out a bundle of papers from a drawer, and Maria took it.
After that, Pietro and I talked about various things.
He mainly talked about faith, but I remembered more his daily life that came out in between.
When the story ended, the tea in the teacup had cooled down.
“I think I talked a lot because I was so excited. I never thought I would see the saint with my own eyes in my life.”
When I got up and got ready to go, Pietro smiled awkwardly.
For the first time, I smiled innocently as I looked at his unspoiled face.
“You’ll see me often while you’re here. Aren’t you coming during the relief effort tomorrow?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“What activities are you doing tomorrow?”
“We plan to distribute food to those who are starving. If we combine the food the saint brought with the food we have at our church, we will be able to help many people.”
“I see. Then, I’ll see you tomorrow. The village leader said he would come tomorrow, right?”
“Yes, I asked you to tell the saint that I am sorry for having to leave because something suddenly came up.”
“I see. Anyway, I understand. See you tomorrow.”
Pietro continued to see me off even as the carriage I was riding in was moving away.
I could see him walking away through the window at the back of the carriage.
Is it because I talked to Pietro for a long time? The crowds that had filled the streets had suddenly disappeared.
I was worried about what would happen if we continued to gather, but I think it was a useless worry.
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I heard the sound of horses’ hooves and ran down the road.
I said to Maria as I sat in the carriage rocking up and down.
“Sister Maria. Are there any messengers here?”
“If you say you’re an errand boy….”
She tilted her head as if she was considering the intention of my question.
“I am a person who will provide you with simple information.”
“Yes, there is.”
“Then, can you send someone to the nearby Albainin village and check how the boy named Antonio is doing?”
“Antonio? If you are Antonio… Are you talking about the boy who asked the saint a question last time?”
“You remember. Yes, I heard that he couldn’t adapt to church life and returned to his hometown. I heard that the child is from Albinin.”
The carriage turned a corner, and Maria and I veered slightly to the right.
Her chest fluctuated and moved.
“Yes, I will send someone as soon as I arrive at the accommodation.”
“And… Could you please read the official letter that Father Pietro gave me earlier?”
“Oh, wait a minute.”
Juseom Juseom Maria took out an official document from her bag.
After flipping through the official document a few times, she selected the appropriate content and began to read it.
“On the
…?
What did I hear?
Maria, who read the official letter, also looked at me with a sad expression.
“Saint… Did you perform this miracle while I was away?”
“…….”
I’ll have to ask the Pope when I get back.
I guess they say they made grenades out of pine cones.