207 – EP.9 Blindfold Aung-5
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Although he did not say anything, the saint was embarrassed.
The evidence was his eyes that fluctuated mercilessly.
“Why are you doing that? Did you think the sword would shine?”
The Pope looked at the saint and laughed.
The saint looked at his sword and his own hand in disbelief.
“The crime of impersonating a saint.”
Is that really the Pope with a nice smile?
The saint was pulled out of the sea of thought like a fish caught on a hook by his tone, full of arrogance and ridicule.
“You were embarrassed.”
He straightened up when he saw the Pope’s face clearly looking down at him, but it was like repairing a barn after a cow had been lost.
The saint instinctively held the knife strongly.
“Is there no way to protect myself?”
The Pope spoke leisurely as he held the saint’s right hand firmly in place.
“If you don’t believe me, you can test me. I think I took pride in my fighting skills, so you can test me.”
“You thought you couldn’t do it?”
The saint just growled. This is because I could feel some confidence in the Pope’s eyes.
He was thinking of throwing the knife in his hand at the Pope. But before he could carry out that action, it seemed as if a strong murderous force was grabbing him by the back of his head from somewhere.
‘There is someone.’
An opponent whom one cannot easily guarantee victory or defeat even with the body of a disciple of the Heavenly Demon.
The saint recalled the leader of the Holy Knights who boasted a thick body.
“I like that expression a little better now. What can I say… Humane?”
The Pope said as he poured wine into his own glass. A red drink sloshed into the glass.
The old water mass happily admired the small waves of the sea.
“Wouldn’t it be like showing that the church is so incompetent that it can’t even distinguish between saints and impersonators?”
The saint who returned to his original face spoke.
It was an attack armed with its own logic, but to the old Pope it seemed duller than the wooden swords children use to play soldiers.
“Well, how about something like this? “After visiting Madini Village, the saint became strange.” Or something like that?”
“What?”
“It could be explained that he was a saint before, but something happened in Madini Village, and at that time, an evil demon imitated the saint’s body.”
“Who would believe that a saint was attacked by an evil devil?”
“The end of some saints was like that. They sacrificed themselves to defeat the devil or pagans. Is it any different if they are saints? Moreover, if they are saints who are not even properly described in the Bible, it would be even better to make up stories.”
“Do you think people will believe it that easily?”
The saint squeezed his words, and the Pope laughed.
He chuckled and raised his glass. Even as he passed the wine, his eyes were focused on the saint.
“You don’t need to convince people. You just need to have the power to make them believe.”
Tuk. He teaches as he nonchalantly sets his glass down on the table.
He pointed his finger blasphemously at the saint.
“The saint’s whereabouts are unknown. He may have been imprisoned somewhere, or he may have already disappeared.”
“The important thing is that we caught the devil who harmed the saint.”
The Pope slowly stood up. Every time he took a step, the saint’s heart vibrated.
The old man stood behind the young saint. He raises his hands and taps the saint’s shoulders.
As if to cheer me up.
“Even if people don’t believe it… If I’m a saint, you’re committing a big sin.”
As the saint struggled, he took out his final card and strongly squeezed the Pope’s saint’s shoulder.
He slowly bent down and placed his face next to the saint’s ear.
“A true saint… Wouldn’t have been surprised when the sword didn’t glow, right?”
And he whispered in a very low voice.
“What?”
As if he had been stabbed in the vital spot, the saint froze.
“Actually, that sword is a replica. It only imitates the appearance of a holy relic. Even if a real saint comes, that sword will not be able to shine.”
“What is important is your reaction of surprise when the sword stopped shining. A true saint would have doubted the sword. He would have been confident that he was a saint.”
“You attached a fallen head? Well, human memory is highly distorted, so it tends to be exaggerated. And didn’t you use a luminous candle to fake a miracle before you were arrested by the Inquisitor? A similar type of trick. “I think you used a double for the execution, or you were a double for the person who was executed.”
It doesn’t matter what happens. The Pope added:
“In the first place, there’s no way a person who doesn’t know the contents and doctrines of the Bible could be a saint, right? Did you think I wouldn’t know?”
The saint’s shoulders became increasingly heavier.
The face of the Pope that was attached to my ear moves away. The Pope tapped the saint on the shoulder a couple of times as if to conclude.
The Pope headed out of the restaurant.
“Are you not afraid of God?”
The saint, who had been listening blankly to his retreating steps, spoke with an evil look on his face.
Hearing those words, the Pope turned around with a puzzled expression on his face.
“There is no God. ‘Saint’.”
“If you want to save your life, act like you always did. As a saint who is kind and benevolent to everyone.”
“Do you think I’m afraid of dying?”
“Then how about something like this? If the Saint continues to behave beyond my expectations, I will start by slitting the heads of the Saint’s attendants.”
“…….”
The saint closed his mouth at the Pope’s words.
The Pope grinned at the thought that he had stabbed him where it hurt the most.
“So please behave yourself well.”
The Pope turned again and headed out of the restaurant.
“This is a warning from the Pope.”
Giving a polite greeting, the Pope left the restaurant.
The saint could not leave the table for a while and just stared at his knees.
“f*ck….”
A low muttering mixed with resentment represented his state of mind.
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1 Month.
The saint faithfully carried out his schedule.
He even had meals with nobles and carried out relief work without a single complaint.
He always treated people with a kind face and helped them with endless kindness.
Everyone praised the saint as a gift from God.
However, the more it happened, the more the saint’s face hardened behind the mask, and the worries of Maria, who was watching from the side, deepened.
Since the saint had changed after discovering her masturbating, Mary thought she was responsible.
She offered her prayers every night, regretting her sins, and prayed that the saint’s mood would return to normal as soon as possible.
Something that will cause a wave has come in this daily life that has become entrenched.
The errand boy brought news from Antonio’s family.