Surviving as a Saint in Another World

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In this world, there are a total of three more heterogeneous races other than humans.

Elves, dwarves, and beastmen are them.

And just as humans have their god Orion, the rest of the races also have their own gods.

The god of the elves, Ariel. The god of the dwarves, Kaliul. The god of the beasts, Herna.

Everyone, including humans, shares the same worldview religion, but has developed in their own way according to the teachings of the gods they worship.

Strangely, the elves who claim to be the monarchy inherit the throne from the lineage of the high elves, who inherit the position of queen from generation to generation.

Dwarves, whose opinions are mostly based on discussions and majority decisions by the cabinet, treat saints with stigmata as the best craftsmen of their race.

Although the Beast Tribe has the same name, many races with different natures coexist and live in a tribal society, and the only person who has the sole authority to mediate, playing the role of bringing these tribes together and collecting opinions, is the high priest who is endowed with stigmata.

Although there are differences in the direction of each race, the only thing in common was that the priest who serves God is a very important job, and the saint is the torch of faith.

Thus, the breathtaking spectacle of Robben Academy’s saints from all over the world gathering together did not take place.

Because the saint was a being that each country had to protect first.

However, as if they wanted to prove that they were considering the Empire’s proposal very seriously, each country dispatched priests that rivaled Ronan’s probationary saint.

The result was happening in the large conference room of the Religious Agreement.

With the arrival of the Priests of the Beast tribe located in the farthest land, all the Priests sent to the academy by each race were settled here.

First, the Order of Orion. Led by Ronan, who has the title of Probationary Saint, the Cardinals and a number of archbishops and the Imperial Knights dispatched under the pretext of preventing confusion in the Imperial Family.

The Church of Ariel on the elves side. In fact, the elven princess Iris, who is scheduled to become the next queen and saint, the priesthood that serves her, and the elves’ Royal Guard, the Blue Leaf Knights, all to escort Iris.

Gorg, the leader of the Knights of the Iron Anvil, and his followers, are said to be able to join only those who boast of exceptional divine power, faith, and strong bodies among the Dwarf priests, even though no saint has come.

The Church of Herna on the side of the Beast Tribe. Rita and her subordinates, who are external doctors of the ‘Nine Tails’, a special priesthood of the Beast Tribe, who usually serve only the High Priest, the saint of the Beast Tribe, and carry out only the high priest’s orders.

There were dozens of super-high-ranking priests in this place who could exercise the right of summary execution regardless of any law established by humans, elves, dwarves, and beast tribes if it was judged to be a demon case.

Even conscious of the fact that it was the territory of the empire, except for the Orion Church, the minimum master, or those close to it, and armed groups were accompanied.

It was such an unprecedented combination that even Vice President Claire, who arranged the meeting for everyone, was half-excited and half-nervous, clutching his chest and breaking into a cold sweat.

The hall was frozen as if time had stopped.

“First of all, I have to thank the Imperial Family and the Imperial Robben Academy for helping me hold this meaningful event.”

Did he think that the conversation would not go on all day at this rate?

Iris started the conversation by saying hello to Azalea and Claire first.

“Hmph, the empire’s lazy arbitrariness has finally stopped.”

It was not Azelia or Claire who responded, but Gorg, the leader of the Knights of the Iron Anvil.

Even indoors, the Iron Anvil Knights wore their iconic full-plate armor, so whenever Gorg spoke, a clanking sound resonated.

“Am I wrong? How is the act of rejecting religion different from heresy?”

Even though everyone’s eyes were focused, Gorg snorted and added another word.

“This is misleading, Lord Gorg. The Empire respects freedom of religion more than anywhere else.”

“Can you say that you are not responsible for the disregard for the faith that prevails in the Empire?”

Perhaps it was judged that it was a statement that could not be ignored, and when Azalea refuted, Rita, the representative of the beast tribe, gave her a face-off.

Only now, each other’s rights are respected and exchanges are progressing, but in the past, the different tribes were at odds with each other.

In addition to those old feelings, most of the people present here were devout priests, so there was no way they would have good feelings about the empire.

At least the priests of the Orion Church, who should have defended Azalea, had solemn expressions on their faces, but deep down they thought that the priests of the different races were also useful.

“What do you think, the half-penny saint? Isn’t Orion disappointed and lowering the half-penny because humans are so arrogant?”

I couldn’t keep that feeling any longer.

Cardinal Monto’s face contorted in an instant at Gorg’s remarks of attacking the Orion Bridge following the Empire.

“Lord Gorg’s words are harsh. Orionism officially recognizes Ronan apprentice saint. Such remarks are an insult to Orionism…”

Cardinal Monto’s remarks did not follow.

It was because Gorg got up from his seat and walked to the seats where Cardinal and Ronan were sitting.

Cardinal Monto swallowed dryly as the spikes on the mace he slung behind his back glowed fiercely.

“Ji, here and now use force…”

The members of the Imperial Knights were on alert, and even Azalea put her hand on the swordsman.

“Please do that, Lord Gorg. Anything more than this will be regarded as an attack on the saint.”

It was an immediate situation, but Gorg approached Ronan as if he didn’t care.

“Hey, half-penny saint. Do you have a disability? If you asked a question, you should answer it.”

Gorg pressured him in a tone that sounded like he was about to strike a mace at any moment, but Ronan just quietly looked at him and finally opened his mouth.

“Does Gorg-sama doubt Kalyul-sama’s love?”

“what?”

Gorg, frowning as if he was talking nonsense, actually put his hand on the handle of the mace.

As the sword was half-drawn from Azalia’s scabbard, the Knights of the Iron Anvil stood up in unison, and a dull metal sound echoed through the hall, Ronan’s hand gripped Azalea’s wrist.

“…Saint Ronan.”

“It’s a fix.”

When Ronan said that and smiled, Azalea put on a pitiful expression.

“Can you trust me a little bit?”

“…”

Azalea, who had quietly stored her sword back, took a step back, and the knights who rose from their seats just watched the situation without moving any further.

“I asked what that meant, Banpun.”

But, perhaps thinking he had been insulted, Gorgg pressed for an answer again, still in an angry tone.

“If Gorg couldn’t fulfill Kaliul’s will, wouldn’t Kaliul give him more affection?”

“Kaliul’s will will be done as firmly as iron. If you do not carry out his will, it is better to die.”

“Gorg-sama’s life is not important.”

Gorg’s eyes narrowed, as if the words were too heartless to come out of the mouth of an undeniable saint, even though he was scolded for being half a penny at such a young age.

“If Gorg died while fulfilling Kaliul’s will, would Kaliul leave Gorg’s soul in the middle of the cold plateau?”

“Are you insulting Calliul?”

As Gorg struck the floor with his mace, a cobweb-like incontinence formed around him on the conference room floor.

The cardinal next to Ronan ran away and the atmosphere quickly cooled again, but Ronan’s expression, watching the scene from the side, was calm.

“Can you take that to mean that it doesn’t? Gorg-nim knows that Kalyul-nim won’t do that.”

“Of course! If the soul who lost his life fulfilling his will cannot be by his side, who the hell is going to light the fire in the furnace by his side!”

“In the eyes of the gods, is there a big difference between not fulfilling our calling and failing to do so?”

“What is that…”

Even Gorg, who was enraged at the topic he had never thought of before, took a moment to catch his breath and repeat the saint’s words.

Is there a difference between not fulfilling your calling and not being able to? Of course there is!

Not fulfilling one’s calling is not honoring God’s will, which is disrespectful.

“That’s a huge disrespect to attribute one’s own insufficiency to God, Mr. Gorg.”

Did Gorg’s expression reveal his true intentions? Ronan answered alone as if he had heard Gorg’s intentions.

“If God has a will, it doesn’t mean much other than whether or not that will be fulfilled. An unbeliever accidentally fulfills the will of a god, or a faithful believer collapses because he cannot sustain the will of a god. Would you be willing?”

Gorg reflexively put strength into the hand holding the mace.

This, this was a very dangerous idea.

Depending on what you hear, it was an extreme ideology that could claim that all existing priests were those who failed to fulfill God’s will.

If God’s will had been spread all over the world, it would have already become a paradise where all the demons of this land would have been purified and there would be no pain, worry, or hunger.

How could this sound come from the mouth of the same priest?

How can I forget that I am a priest, forget that I am a creature with limitations, and think only from the perspective of God?

However, it was also a difficult statement for Gorg, who had deep religious beliefs, to deny easily.

Simply giving faith to God or doing what God wants. It was not worth worrying about which would be good in the eyes of God.

It seemed that some kind of fire was burning in the deeply sunken pupils without knowing the intentions of Saint Ronan.

The moment Gorg was about to open his mouth, possessed by the flames.

“Of course, I’m not trying to deny the bloody sacraments of the priests. However, no matter how deeply religious we are, we are powerless before God.”

That’s how Ronan diluted the extreme thoughts so far.

“What I mean is that the gods have loved us foolish people unconditionally from the beginning, so please don’t ignore the love of the gods.”

The hand holding Gorg’s mace began to lose some strength.

“I can tolerate accepting my stigmata as the cause of my insufficiency and immorality, but how can this be the proof that Orion has abandoned mankind? Unless I doubt the infinite love of the gods.”

Ronan’s eyes shone dangerously.

“If you truly think so, then strike me down with that mace. Rather than become a living proof that God has abandoned mankind, I will run to the feet of God in death and ask for forgiveness.”

A silence of a different meaning settled in the hall.

No matter how saintly he may be, he was pointing out the dilemma of dilemma in a sharp way for a young priest to spit out, and it was a logic based on excessive faith to the extent that it felt excessive.

Denying this face to face was the same as denying Ronan’s praise to God.

Unless it was intended to wage a religious war, such an act was impossible, no matter how even it was.

“Keuhmm… I apologize for being a bit harsh.”

Taking a step back, Gorg carefully put the mace behind his back.

“I know for sure that you are a person of undeniably deep faith. There must be some meaning to those stigmas. I would like to apologize, Ronan apprentice saint. Will you give me a chance to kiss your stigma?”

“Gladly.”

After kissing Ronan’s stigma, Gorg stood up and apologized to Azalea and Claire.

“I don’t think I’m wrong. However, because Orion-sama arranged for Ronan apprentice Saints, you have also been converted, so I won’t blame you for things that were only in the past.”

Azalea and Claire nodded blankly as Gorg spoke as if he had become a docile sheep.

It was as if magic had happened.

After Gorg said that, he went back to his place and only then did the meeting room begin to come back to life.

After that, everyone in the conference room introduced themselves briefly and even while they were getting acquainted with each other, everyone’s attention was focused on only one person.

A person who calmed down Gorg, who was showing off his power with a body that had not yet fully reached adulthood, and brought it back.

Even so, he is a person who gives a light smile and sincere applause whenever he introduces himself as if nothing had happened.

It was a moment when the name Ronan was clearly remembered in everyone’s mind.