The Regressor and the Blind Saint chapter 5

“This bastard!”

harsh shouting.

Then, the foot that filled the field of vision came into my eyes, and a dull pain arose in my jaw.

“Oops… !”

Vera groaned through his teary eyes, then let out a sticky breath.

“Ouch… .”

“The bastard is terrifying, so he shouldn’t have been filling his quota!”

The sound of screams hitting your ears. Pain that causes flatulence.

Vera, who felt him, awakened his dazed mind and looked up to see the source of the voice.

‘… Doran?’

Doran. The leader of the gutter beggars.

In addition, it was a dead man who killed himself by twisting his neck with his own hands.

Vera looked at Doran with a disorganized complexion that wasn’t even breathing, and let out a smirk.

‘ah… .’

you came to hell

My soul, torn to shreds, is crawling into hell and tormented.

As Vera began to giggle at the thought of that thought, Doran, who was looking at him, twisted his expression and kicked again.

“Still, this bastard!”

Whoops! Vera, who was hit in the jaw this time, fell backwards from the transmitted shock.

Vera looked up at the sky, lying down in the muddy water, with a smile on his face.

The gloomy and stuffy air.

It was a gutter.

Even after struggling to get out, the place he returned to was the gutter.

Ironically, his hell was in the form of a gutter.

Realizing him, a louder laugh escaped Vera’s mouth.

“Big… , hahahak!”

“Smile?! Smile!!!”

Seeing Vera burst into laughter, Doran got angry and kicked him over and over again.

Vera was slapped in the body with an angry kick, and thought blankly.

‘The saint… .’

tell me what to do That woman must have been in the arms of the gods.

In the first place, he had no reason to worry. In the end, she was the woman who shook up even this evil species, so it must have been so.

Vera giggled and recalled the last moments of his life.

what were you thinking Dare to promise the next life, who couldn’t even find it, he laughed so hard that it was funny.

God is not an asshole, and there is no way to show such mercy to the evil servant who has used his stigma as he pleases throughout his life.

‘… Shame.’

I was ashamed of myself for hanging on to the passing warmth, which had weakened at the end.

this fit He, this evil kind, suited this ending.

Using God’s grace as a tool, sitting on a throne created by the despair of grassroots and enjoying life’s pleasures, this is a natural outcome.

Kicking that beats the whole body. Still bursting with laughter.

Vera, who had received two opposing sensations in one body, once again thought of St.

‘… It would have been better if we hadn’t met.’

If I had, I would have felt really welcome in this situation, I would have accepted it humbly, and I would not have regretted my past life.

As he was thinking about it, Vera suddenly thought, ‘Isn’t this all the arrangement of the Lord?’

I thought that maybe I had placed her at the end of my life so that I would regret the sins I had accumulated, so that the sinner who dared to stain the stigma of God suffered more.

Isn’t that very reasonable?

If that is true, then the Lord was truly omniscient.

Indeed, he will pay the rest of his sinful karma with deep regret and despair.

Again, laughter erupted.

“Heh heh… .”

There may be no reason to spit out laughter, but there must be a situation where tears should be poured out, but for some reason, laughter came out.

After laughing for a while, Doran, who had stopped kicking, was looking at herself with a tired face.

“Huh, huh… .”

“why? no more.”

“Hey, you crazy bastard… !”

slow down. Doran stepped back.

Doran with a frightened expression on his face, took a step back and ran away.

Vera looked back as he walked away and said, ‘He’s got no guts in hell.’ Thinking about something like that, I felt a sense of incongruity belatedly.

‘… for awhile.’

Does this make sense?

Isn’t it hell? Isn’t it a place to punish evil spirits? But, that’s where it should be. Why is the jailer who punishes me running so far away?

“Ouch… .”

Vera raised his throbbing body and caught his breath.

Something is strange. In the midst of that thought, as he swept himself through the wounds, Vera discovered that he shouldn’t be standing between his torn sleeves.

Vera hurriedly rolled up his sleeves.

The shape of a circle with 8 strokes of curves exposed under the sleeves.

‘stigma?’

It was the stigma of an oath.

why is this stuck here why remain

With that thought in mind, Vera then closed his eyes and looked into his soul.

It was the power given to those who received the stigma of the oath.

A dark soul floated above Vera’s closed eyelids.

A dark soul that trembles as if on fire.

‘… It’s whole.’

not torn

‘… no.’

was completely restored.

The parts that had been torn apart one day while breaking the oath were all healed.

While Vera was making a blank face at this strange phenomenon, he suddenly remembered the oath he had engraved before he died, and looked into his soul again.

dark soul. On top of it, golden letters were engraved.

‘… have.’

The last oath of life.

The oath of ‘I will live for the saint’.

it was engraved

Vera opened his eyes and looked around.

The back alley of the gutter, obscured by the shadow of the tower, and dark and stuffy.

His own soul that has not been ripped apart in the slightest.

It was a strange situation as if it was said that everything up to the moment of death was a dream, but the oath engraved on the soul was saying that it was not a dream.

Vera looked at his skinny wrists.

‘The body of a hunter.’

The only time Vera was so skinny in his life was when he was a hunter.

After the hunger was resolved, he always maintained a strong physique, so it must have been.

Vera only later realized what all this meant now.

‘… return.’

I’m back.

Time has rewinded.

He returned as an enemy who had not done anything yet, a dirty little boy in the gutter.

blinding accident. pain away from it.

Vera stared blankly at the sky at this incomprehensible phenomenon.

It was right to think of the question ‘why?’, but, ironically, before all the accidents, one thought began to fill my head.

‘The saint is alive.’

That fact alone filled my mind.

A feeling of relief that can’t even explain the reason begins to fill inside.

she is alive is it just alive

The burn did not melt the skin.

He ate honey porridge, which was inferior to livestock feed, and didn’t get hungry.

… In this gutter, she did not hide.

Vera, who clenched his fists as he remembered him, enjoyed a surge of relief for a long time, then thought of another thought.

For what reason and why did you return?

I tried to make a plausible guess, but no answer came to my mind.

However, I thought of someone who could do this.

‘… given.’

He who sits on the most supreme throne.

The one who shapes the world and weaves fate.

No one else could do this.

*

Vera walked the gutter blankly, as if covered in muddy water.

It was because my mind was not organized.

If the Lord has done this to me, what does he want from me?

In the midst of a series of questions, Vera finally remembered the promise he had made.

‘… I will live for the saint.’

If there is anything the Lord wants to achieve through him, it will be the realization of that pledge.

Isn’t it? How would you pay attention to what makes you beautiful?

He is an apostate who abused the power of God.

It’s the evil that has confused the world.

This second life that God gave me could not have been for myself.

Suddenly, Vera remembered the conversation he had had with the saint.

-If the Lord was a person who loved her so much, she would not have left her in a place like this because she felt pity for the saint.

These words were addressed to the saint who was leading a miserable life in the palace.

The answer that came back was that it was a matter of one’s own choosing.

Thinking of him, Vera burst into laughter.

Again, Vera’s gaze turned to the sky.

‘Even the Lord couldn’t break her stubbornness.’

So, aren’t you trying to save her by asking someone else’s hand?

The accident went on for a long time.

If that’s what the Lord wants.

‘I’ll be happy to join you.’

I let out a long breath.

As he exhaled, the stuffy air that had filled his lungs came out.

‘Previously… .’

Vera’s head turned towards the gutter.

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One of the deepest alleys in the city gate, Scavenger’s Lair. headed there

Vera recalled Renee’s body lying in the muddy water.

Vera’s fists clenched at the memory of that moment of indescribable strange despair.

‘… Garbage should go away.’

Even though it had never happened, to Vera, they were sinners to be ripped apart.

*

A shabby pub with a musty smell.

In the middle of the tavern’s messy mess, with all its equipment smashed, Vera looked down at the corpses with a blood-soaked grin.

They were the scavengers who cut their necks with their own hands.

It was funny that at most I got a second chance and the first thing I did was murder, but I never regretted it.

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On the contrary, if you hadn’t done this, you would have regretted it.

If you look at it logically, isn’t it?

The deepest darkness of the gutter. If left alone, mold will grow without end.

If you don’t clean it here, it’s the right thing to do, as things will crawl out of the gate.

… I could have said it like that.

‘… Excuse me.’

A smirk escaped Vera’s mouth.

Vera didn’t dare to wrap up his actions.

Finding them and killing them was pure anger.

She remembered the end of her that was still engraved in her head, and she was angry and killed her in anger.

The smell of blood fills the inside of the tavern. It entered and evoked an unpleasant sensation.

Vera took a long breath, dispelling the disgust.

“Ugh… .”

He won with the power of the stigmata, but there was still a lot of fatigue in his body.

It was natural.

It’s because the body is too weak right now.

Vera’s gaze turned to the mirror fragment on the floor.

Above the fragment of the mirror, a gloomy impression of a boy with a ribbed face and black hair covering his eyes was reflected.

yes, boy.

His body now was that of a young boy who was only 14 years old.

In addition, he was not able to eat properly, and he was trampled on and injured in his skinny body.

Having dealt with the Scavenger in that state, he was exhausted.

‘Once the cleaning is done… .’

Vera found a chair that was in good shape, put his buttocks on it, and continued his thoughts.

I had to plan for the future.

An oath engraved on the soul.

What should I do to protect him? I remembered that thought.

Life can’t be the same as before.

… No, I didn’t even want to live in a car that I already regretted that life.

I vowed to live for the saint and for that eccentric woman, so I had to become a human being who could protect her.

… Fortunately, he had a good tool for him.

Vera’s gaze turned to the stigma on his right forearm.

‘… Paladin.’

Paladin of the Holy Kingdom.

An option I hadn’t even looked at in my previous life.

However, if you want to, it is the easiest option for you to do.

In addition, it was a perfect place to keep the saint by his side.

In Vera’s head, events on the continent were enumerated.

‘After 4 years, the stigmata will fall on the saint.’

The year she turns 14, the year she turns 18.

He clearly remembered that it was the time when he was collecting rumors about the imperial nobles in order to make a deal with them.

‘It’s been 4 years… .’

The past life, the time gone now.

Vera’s sense of the past is just over two weeks.

She remembered that she had found herself lying at the entrance to the gutter.

‘Last life you found me… .’

so.

‘This life will let me find you.’

A smile formed on Vera’s lips.