205 – EP.9 Blindfolded Aung-3
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“…….”
Looking at the coffee remaining in the cup, the saint was lost in thought.
It has not been proven, but there is such a thing as a feeling. That impulse keeps urging the saint.
Rich denomination,
A meal with a saint,
Handouts about the saint delivered to each diocese,
The village representative, who for some reason could not come to meet the saint on the day he visited.
The large box brought by the village representative and the paladin who took care of it,
Dinner held by the village representative,
The nobles who attended the dinner,
The sack with strings carried by the Holy Knight,
Beggars are rampant near the church,
The group of people who drove out the beggar,
Things that I had passed by without notice came back to my mind.
It was when I returned to the church from Madini that the meaningless fragments of my memories turned into puzzle pieces that popped out.
After giving Mary instructions about Antonio, the saint went into her room to relieve her fatigue.
After Maria returned to her room after serving the coffee, she looked at the cup of coffee that had already cooled down while the saint was still working on the puzzle.
“It’s late.”
Looking at the dark night scenery, the saint said.
It was a very cloudy night. The moon, which always gave off a soft light, was obscured by clouds, making its presence known only in a very faint light.
“…I only have time today.”
The official schedule starts the next day.
The saint poured the cooled coffee into his mouth and opened the closet.
He took out an extra black priest’s uniform from a corner of a closet filled with white clothes.
The saint tore the hem of his long priest’s robe.
The sound of tearing fabric echoed in the room.
After putting on the priest’s clothes, the saint tried to move his body.
This was to check whether there were any obstructions.
And then he wrapped the torn cloth around his head.
A cloth covered the mouth and head.
The saint turned off the light in the room.
Everyone would have thought that the saint, tired from the arduous journey, had fallen asleep early.
The saint observed the situation outside the window for a moment. A few paladins were seen moving around the area periodically.
Test the time when they disappear and reappear.
When the Holy Knights finally reappeared and passed the designated patrol area, the Saint slightly opened the window.
The wind came into the room.
A night when even the moon did not show its face. The saint put his feet on the window sill and jumped up.
Just as he felt the unpleasant sensation of falling, his outstretched hand grabbed a branch.
The tree moved once, but no one came after hearing the sound.
The saint took advantage of the blind spot in his field of vision by moving into the bushes and sometimes behind the statue.
Moving from shadow to shadow, he crossed Solarumea.
The place we arrived was where the carriage was parked.
The saint checked the carriages he rode on his way to Madini village and checked their luggage compartments.
I could see the sacks that the Holy Knights had loaded onto their wagons.
A sack tied tightly with blue string. The saint touched the outside of the sack with his fingertip.
It seemed like the hard, bumpy bag was filled with something of the same shape.
At that time, footsteps were heard from afar, and the saint went under the carriage without hesitation.
The saint lifted his body up by holding on to a protrusion on the bottom of the chariot. Thanks to this, his body stuck to the floor.
Along with the sound of footsteps, the sound of clanking armor was also heard.
“Here it is.”
I heard someone’s voice.
“I think that’s right.”
It seemed like there were two people who came by carriage.
The saint gave his arms more strength.
“It’s quite heavy.”
“No problem. It’s just a donation.”
A daily conversation takes place, as if buying something at the market.
“The representative of Madini Village seems to be a person with very strong religious beliefs.”
The sack fell to the ground and made a heavy sound. The saint’s heart beat rapidly.
“But is there a difference between what’s in the box and what’s in the sack?”
Maybe they weren’t used to this kind of thing, so one side continued to ask questions.
The man with a deep voice who asked the question mechanically answered the curiosity.
“What is in the box is the offering officially used by the denomination, and since it is a purpose-built offering, it is directly managed by the Holy Father.”
“Aha, since the administration is different, the donations must be made differently.”
As if all the sacks had been unloaded, the carriage rose slightly.
“Wow, it’s heavy.”
The sound made by the people holding the sack is receding.
The saint clung to the bottom of the carriage and counted 10 more minutes.
After finally seeing that no one was coming back, he crawled out of the carriage.
“…….”
It was the moment when the puzzles that had been scattered around my head came together.
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“Saint…?”
Maria, who could not sleep, came to the saint’s room again, using the excuse of running an errand.
When there was no answer when she knocked, Maria carefully opened the door.
A room with all the lights turned off.
Maria stepped into that quiet room.
I wondered if my pounding heart would calm down if I saw the face of a saint sleeping deeply.
But there was nothing on the bed where the saint should have been.
There is only a white robe that the saint took off.
Mary lifted up the robe.
She then held it to her face.
The saint’s body odor spread through her nose and throughout her body.
“Huh… Ha….”
Inhaling and exhaling deeply, Maria let out a pleasant moan.
Maria, who had been frantically sniffing her clothes for a while, asked a fundamental question.
“Where are you going?”
Did you go for a walk at night? It was time for Maria to leave her room to look around.
At the same time that a rustling sound was heard from the window, the saint came in.
“Ugh… It’s hard for this body.”
A saint with a lot of fallen leaves stuck to her body appeared tumbling through the window, and Mary stood still in place.
“…….”
“…….”
The two’s eyes met, and neither said anything for a while.
“Clothes… Can you please put them down first?”
The saint said with a shy look on her face.
maria is just shy? 💀