201 – EP.9 The Truman Show-4
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The relief workers, who stayed overnight in a lodging prepared by the village representative, woke up as soon as the sun rose the next morning.
Although food was distributed to people for lunch, there were many things to prepare in advance.
First of all, the priest and nun each counted the food that the Holy Knight and Inquisitor took turns guarding and adjusted the quantity.
Meanwhile, the apprentice priests moved large cloths and cheap wooden bowls into the luggage compartment.
The Holy Knights moved the food, the quantity of which had been confirmed, into the luggage compartment, and took turns standing guard around the luggage compartment to see if there was a group of people greedy for it.
Once you’re ready enough to leave right away, have breakfast with a small piece of bread and a glass of milk.
When everyone has finished their work and is eating breakfast barely enough to avoid hunger, an attendant enters the saint’s room and wakes him up.
After the saint wakes up, rubbing his sleepy eyes, he briefly prays for the morning.
After the saint’s prayers are finished, the attendants who watch the reverence from the side pour water heated to an appropriate temperature into a small basin.
After washing his face with warm water, the saint eats breakfast with a slightly larger portion of bread, soup, and a cup of milk than others eat.
After finishing the meal, the saint brushes his teeth, puts on well-ironed clothes and leaves the lodgings, and his attendants quietly follow him.
The saint leaves the lodgings and gets into a carriage that is already waiting.
The attendants also ride on the same chariot as the saint.
“Hey!”
With the cheerful voice of the Holy Knight who claimed to be the coachman, the horses, having regained their energy after eating hay, move their legs.
The two horses with shiny fur showed off their muscular bodies and moved their bodies as their driver led them.
Just like yesterday, the sounds made by horses’ hooves and the road were pleasant.
Of course, the story about the saint spread, and even though the place had not yet been opened, people were flocking to the square.
They cleared the road just long enough for the carriage to pass, but the sight of them reaching out as if to open the carriage door was quite scary.
The loaded wagon arrived first, and the relief workers quickly took their seats.
Place the large table brought by Pietro under the tent.
A white tablecloth goes up to the top, and bread pours out on top.
An apprentice priest comes whining and carrying a wooden bucket filled with soup. These are things I have been making since dawn.
The smell of bread and soup spread through the square, and people gathered in a disorderly manner rushed into the tent.
The crowd of people were pushed back as the Holy Knights and Inquisitors blocked them.
Chaos unfolded, unknown as to whether it was a clash between armies.
Beggars wearing rags that you would be embarrassed to call clothes stretched out their hands, losing focus.
“Step back!”
A paladin wearing thick armor pushed the people back with his body and shouted.
When the beggar who was pushed by the Holy Knight fell backwards, others fell as well, like dominoes falling.
“uuu!!”
People were tangled like tangled threads and rolling around on the floor.
While groaning sounds were heard here and there, a signal was heard that preparations were complete, and the Holy Knights and Inquisitors raised their voices even more and lined up the people.
The disorder that seemed like it would not be calmed down gradually found order through faithful faith, swords, and axes.
People waiting for bread and soup formed a line as long as a decades-old snake.
Under the care of the paladin and the inquisitor, an apprentice priest put soup in a wooden bowl, and priests and nuns distributed it and bread to the people.
“Okay, now, take your turn. Please finish eating and return the dishes.”
The Inquisitor spoke to the beggar who was returning after receiving food.
Those who received food scattered to every corner of the village to relieve their hunger.
Onlookers who came to see the face of a simple saint lined up with beggars to receive food out of desperation.
When about half of the prepared food was gone, the carriage door opened and a saint wearing a pure white uniform appeared.
– Shhh
All the commotion in the square stopped.
The saint with a charming appearance was wearing a pure white uniform with a benevolent smile.
The saint used to greet her nun as she toiled in putting her soup in her bowl, and did her shift with her.
Then, he rolled up his sleeves, picked up the ladle, and began pouring soup into a bowl.
“Uh… Uh… Ok, thank you.”
An onlooker, who was scheduled to receive the soup next, gaped like a carp when he saw the saint’s face.
“Yes. Enjoy your meal.”
Eat deliciously.
What a benevolent remark.
The priest and nun who were listening to the saint next to him let out a small exclamation.
But the saint’s words reached only them.
For the beggars who were mired in hunger, the warmth of the soup in their hands comforted them more than the words of the saint standing in front of them.
For over an hour, the beggars received bread and soup, and before they knew it, the food they had prepared was coming to an end.
“I thought there were still a lot of lines left.”
The saint said while looking at the line that was still long.
“Yes. Unfortunately, I think we’ll have to end here today.”
Mary, who was assisting the saint next to him, said.
“I think we need to manage the lines better next time. There are times when people who need it don’t get it.”
The saint did not know that there were people who not only cut in line but also got back in line and got more bread and soup.
“Yes. I think I’ll have to take better care of it next time.”
Maria said as she noticed several people on one side of the square smiling, showing their rotten teeth.
After 10 minutes, all the bread fell and the soup was all gone. The saint scraped the floor with a ladle and tried to feed at least one more person.
Soon, even the soup disappeared. The people who had pulled the wagon began loading the remaining luggage onto the wagon.
The saint roughly shook off his dirty uniform and entered the carriage, and Mary followed him holding a wet towel.
After the carriage was ready for departure, it returned to its lodgings.
***
The village representative, who was away for some reason, was waiting for In-ho in front of the lodging.
The village representative, who was quite young, showed great respect to In-ho.
Then he gave a look to the workers, who handed the paladin a box containing something heavy.
The sturdy paladin also whined and put it deep into the temporary storage room.
“Saint, I will serve you dinner tonight.”
The village representative, who introduced himself as Nikolai, said.
“Thank you. See you in the evening.”
The sun at the end of autumn fell earlier than expected.
After taking off her soup-stained uniform, In-ho changed into her extra clothes.
While he was changing his clothes, Maria wiped his bare skin with her handkerchief.
“Where do we eat dinner?”
Inho asked as he buttoned his clothes.
“I heard that it is done at the restaurant below the accommodation. I don’t think there will be any need to go through the trouble of traveling.”
Maria said.
“I’m glad. It was a little difficult.”
Inho breathed a sigh of relief.
“Saint. Can I go out for a moment?”
Mary said as she carefully examined the saint.
“Is something happening?”
“I need to check if the messenger I sent to Albainin village has arrived. He’ll probably come at night, but I’m planning to go ahead and wait for him.”
“Oh, I sent an errand boy. Yes, please do that. I would rather ask you a favor.”
Maria laughed at Inho’s words.
“Yes, I understand. I will ask someone else to guide me through the meal.”
“Yes. Be careful. It’s dangerous at night.”
“Thank you for your concern.”
***
Meeting the errand boy sent to Albainin village was not a lie.
Mary had no intention of lying to the saint.
However, since the messenger came sooner than she expected, she was left with some time to spare.
Now that the sun has completely set, the afternoon onlookers who had filled the square had already returned to their homes and lodgings.
Now, what remained in the corner of the square, in the darkest part of the village, were the beggars who were eagerly receiving bread and soup.
Maria chose the darkest alley.
The beggars increasingly lost their attention to the modest woman who passed before them.
And then, one by one, they got up and started chasing after Maria.
Just as people have appetite, they also have s*xual desires.
Just like that, Maria was driven deeper and deeper into the alley, like a prey being driven by a hunter.
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And then we hit a dead end.
When Maria looked behind her at the wall in front of her, there were seven or eight tramps blocking her path.
The one with an impatient personality already had his pants half down.
“……”
Maria stared at them in silence. ‘Why are you doing this?’ She didn’t even use a cliché.
“Are you the nun who was at the soup kitchen today?”
The tramp at the forefront said.
“If you were a nun, would you help us? Oh, she looks like this guy wants to eat some other things too.”
He points to his crotch with his hand.
Giggles. Unpleasant laughter spread through the alley.
It seems like it was a joke between them.
Maria looked at their faces.
And he just said one word.
“Sinners who cut in line.”
Maria slowly took something she had been holding in her arms into her hands.
It was huge, wrapped in cloth, and when she grabbed the end and pulled, the cloth came undone in an instant.
What appeared like that was her great sword.
Without any warning, she lunged at her tramps with her great sword.
‘Run!’ ‘What’s this!’ The word
Did not appear. Before the tramps could react, Maria cut off their heads.
Clear blood flowed in the alley where no one came.
Maria checked several times to make sure no blood had spattered on her.
“Now, let’s go back. The saint is waiting.”
Having condemned the sinners who had broken the saint’s heart, she walked out of her alley feeling satisfied.