210 – EP.9 Am I a Saint?-3
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A man clings to a woman. Two hands shake mercilessly on the woman’s shoulders.
A man with his head down, with a woman as his support.
Kang In-ho, breathing heavily, pushed Maria away.
“Why am I… A saint…?”
A twisted, bursting sound crawled out of her throat, like wringing out moisture from a dry rag.
“That’s right….”
Maria tried to answer as if she was asking something obvious, but she stopped as if she had caught on a rock.
Why is the saint a saint?
Isn’t it because the saint is a saint that he is a saint?
“Is the sword I drew shining?”
The man gives insight into Maria’s hesitation.
Maria, who sensed that the choice he presented was the wrong answer, shut her mouth.
The trembling of the hand on her shoulder becomes stronger.
“Because I look like a worthy saint when I wear a uniform?”
The man looks up at her Maria as if she were picking him up.
Maria saw blue flames flickering in the man’s blue eyes.
“Or….”
The hurt and resigned voice changes into a voice filled with deep anger.
“Pope, that bastard… Because he recognizes me as a saint?”
An anger that has never been seen before.
“Tell me, Sister Maria.”
The saint puts his face close to her.
It was an action that would normally make her heart flutter, but now Maria felt nothing but fear and an unfamiliar feeling.
“I… I…”
Maria was speechless.
No matter how many times she asked, there was no clear answer.
Now, the words of the Bible, the contents of which were stuck in her mind, and which she had read and copied countless times, contained nothing that could answer the man’s question.
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The man who was shaking her by the shoulders let go of her hand.
The recoil pushed Maria back slightly.
“Stand, saint.”
Carefully hold the saint’s hand. The heat of her hands reached her.
Is this hot body temperature his anger? Or is it sadness?
Maria thought.
“Please leave. Please.”
The man pointed to the door.
Only then did Maria feel her eyes brighten.
This is because the man’s appearance, which she had only seen fragmentarily, was finally fully visible to her.
Looks wounded, sick, and exhausted.
Maria let go of her hand without realizing it.
“……”
Maria left her room, and even though she was only a short distance away, she looked back at the man several times.
With the small sound of the door closing, Maria left, and Inho stared at the door for a long time.
The fact that I couldn’t overcome my anger and took out my anger in an awkward place made my face feel hot.
“…f*ck.”
Lifting the cloth that had fallen on the floor and thrown to Maria, he wiped away the remaining moisture.
Throwing reason into the torrent of emotions always brings shame and further regret.
After finishing his rough lecture, he threw his body down on the bed.
Fever ran through his warm body.
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The saint had a fever.
The fact that the saint, who had not had any minor illness since coming to the church, was bedridden, made most people think that the saint also had a human side.
Of course, a very small number of people thought this was an ominous omen, but no one said it out loud.
Because doubts about the saint were evidence of disbelief.
The saint, whose whole body was as hot as fire, was lying on the bed as if he were dead.
There was no short groaning sound or slight tossing and turning.
It was Mary who reported the saint’s condition.
The next morning, she came to the saint’s room drooping and immediately called a doctor as soon as she checked his condition.
The doctor left after giving a simple prescription.
The Pope came to see the saint’s condition in person, but except for that one time, the Pope did not come to the saint’s room.
“Saint…”
It was Mary who stayed by the saint’s side.
Freed from all her daily duties, she brought a cot into the saint’s room and nursed him day and night.
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The saint suffered from fever for three days.
Mary, who had nursed the saint all night and slept on her bed, woke up in shock when she saw the empty bed.
“Saint?”
After her illness arose, she prepared all the things she needed to find.
Water, a change of clothes, and food to soothe her burning throat were all prepared.
There was no need for him to leave the room.
Realizing that the saint who had not yet consecrated her body had disappeared, Mary left her room to call someone.
But her steps did not last long.
“…Eh?”
It was the sound that came out of Mary’s mouth.
“Then, I will prepare it.”
“Yes, please prepare. …And don’t forget.”
“Is there any question?”
This is because I saw the saint and the Inquisitor Lumen walking side by side on the other side of the hallway.
“…Saint?”
The sight of them walking indifferently but at the same pace as each other was very unfamiliar to Maria.