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◈ Chapter 77 - 12-the Saint Who Sucks Rags

What happened? Mion stuck his head out of the sack of the gun bag and sat blankly for a while. His consciousness and reality could not keep up. She was clearly doing laundry, but why did she suddenly get into a sack and ride the carriage like a piece of luggage? Her head throbbed. Mion grabbed her head due to her sudden headache. But her hands were tied and she could not do even that.

[Still, you came to your senses quickly because you're a sword user, right?]

Hearing the familiar sound, Mion looked into his front pocket. There was her elegant little girl doll. What kind of gap did she fall into? Her memory wasn't accurate. Everything was hazy, as if she was dreaming.

"What on earth..."

[You were kidnapped.]

The flames of her jin touched Mion. Then, her medicinal energy that had been circulating in her lukewarm body disappeared as if it had evaporated. Her consciousness became clear. Everything came to mind. She tried to help someone who fell into the water, and then she got hit in the back of the head. Her face burned at the thought of being tricked.

"Kkeukkeuk, did you see what that bitch looked like? I heard her dick was throbbing? It would be fun if it wasn't easy."

"You look young, so you must be a virgin, right? If you just put it on the shelf today, this damn fugitive situation will be over!"

She could hear the thugs who had kidnapped her talking from her coach seat. The tone of voice was raised to the highest level, as if excited. As excited as they were, her lukewarm expression cooled sharply. As a representative of the main god, she completely lost all the pity that would have been inherent in the eyes of a saint who protected humanity with a warm heart. Just as he was about to cut the ropes binding his wrists and summon the holy sword, Jin stopped him.

[Bjorn told me to tell you. I'm going to use those guys to catch a wanted criminal, so I ask you to stay as a petite maid for a while. Damn you kid, using God as a messenger.]

As Mion listened to her Jinn's grumbling, she was reminded of her days on the plains of Leuctra. The flames that engulfed her plain, the fluttering red hair, the angry cries, and the overwhelming strength. Mion heard her legend about the Flame Jinn from her grandmother since she was a child. Of course, Jin was not as arrogant as the legend says, nor did he consider humans insignificant. However, her dance performance exceeded the limits of what she could convey from her mouth to mouth. At that time, the flame of fire turned into such a small doll. Mion felt a sense of disconnection that could not be bridged, and at the same time felt envious of Björn. The reason Jin can do that is because he and Bjern get along well.

"Jin and Bjern are on good terms."

[Saint, how can you spout evil language with your sacred mouth that should be reciting the Lord's Prayer?]

Jin caught a glimpse of other emotions contained in Mion's words. It was the fear of a lamb wondering what the Lord's will was in choosing him as a saint and whether that was really the best. Bjern won't have to worry about that because Jin is by his side. Whenever Mion watched Bjorn and Jin bickering, her heart felt tight. Perhaps the feeling was similar to jealousy. Jin realized that and sighed.

[Are you anxious because the Lord is not by your side? Do you want Him to guide you by your side? Unfortunately, that won't happen. I too have longed for it, but the Lord has never responded to my wish. So you and I are in a similar situation. The difference is that I wandered around a little longer.]

Jin, who had moved from her front pocket to her shoulder, continued her words.

[Speaking from the perspective of a senior who has been wandering for a long time, do not judge the Lord's will as you wish. He will never give you an answer from Him. Even if you doubt it, you will end up misinterpreting it in your own way. You saw those words.]

Antenor. Mion shivered as if the hazy breath of a fallen saint had touched her neck. In Mion's eyes, he was neither a devil nor a saint. He was a monster that could hardly be called human, much less a human being. For what reason did he who received the grace of the Lord become like that? Mion didn't quite realize that he was a saint yet, but he thought he never wanted to end up like that.

"What on earth happened in the War of the Gods? Why did you fight Moloch?"

Mion eventually asked Jin about what happened that day. He knew he shouldn't ask, but he was overcome by unbearable curiosity. Jin was silent for a while, as if recalling the memories of that day.

[... God has his own circumstances. Even if humans try to know, it is meaningless, and even if they do, it is useless. I understand your curiosity, but I won't answer. It's already a thing of the past. Wouldn't the Lord probably feel the same way?]

Jin spoke after some time. Mion couldn't ask any more questions due to his firm tone. Yes, just as Jinnim cannot answer the question of the last war, the main lord must also have a deeper problem. But why should only humans understand His profound meaning and be considerate of His circumstances? Rather, isn't it right for the omnipotent God to understand us and embrace us?

Mion thought of Antenor again. There are six such great devils. Even they are nothing compared to the demon king Moloch. The main god gave us the fate to deal with such monsters. It was a task that one person could not shoulder. He cannot and must not run away. If he was thrown to that fate, wouldn't it be okay to at least listen to his complaints? Jin's next words seemed to have read Mion's thoughts and gave him comfort.

[Perhaps the Lord wants you to live freely rather than shackling you. The embrace of your parents is warm, but you have to escape that embrace to become an adult. So, focus on how you will use the power given to you in the future rather than the reason why I chose you. The Lord would also want that. He is always watching by his side. I'm sure he was watching the whole thing when you were kidnapped, right? Maybe I would have laughed out loud at the ridiculousness of it.]

Only after hearing Jin giggle did Mion realize the current situation again. He said that he had been kidnapped and was currently heading to the kidnappers' hideout. Mion didn't know, but Mion thought that if Bjern made the move himself, he must have been a violent criminal. Meanwhile, the carriage had left the center of Abamis and was heading towards the outskirts. The carriage began to rattle as it left the cobblestone pavement. Mion buried her nose in his shoulder and barely caught his breath due to the foul smell of sewage and urine mixed together. It was just as his nose began to adjust to the filth that the carriage stopped.

"What, our pretty girl has already come to her senses?"

A gangster who came into the luggage compartment looked at Mion with an eerie smile. It was the gaze of someone who was gloomy and steeped in desire. The colder Mion's eyes became, the darker the shade of a gangster became.

"You guys, don't think you'll get away with this."

"I know, I know. Is there anyone in the North who doesn't know the symbol on your chest?"

Despite Mion's warning, they did not put off their work. The gangster who came after him put Mion on his shoulder and said,

"But we're desperate too. Your master has devastated Abamis. We don't have time to think back and forth."

The place where the gangster headed, carrying Mion on his shoulder like a piece of luggage, was the back door of a shabby two-story building located on the outskirts of Abamis. Contrary to what it looks like, the interior was quite spacious and the interior materials and furniture were filled with expensive-looking items. However, all of Mion's nerves were directed towards the gangster who was massaging her butt. White light appeared and disappeared from Mion's hand several times. If Jin had not stopped him, the gangster would have died a cruel death for violating the saint's buttocks. Of course, that death was just postponed. Mion gritted his teeth and thought over the gangster's impression over and over again.

As the gangsters went down to the basement, Mion was greeted by a landscape that looked like a prison. Each prison was filled with 4 to 5 people. Most of them were women, and a few sturdy-looking men were sprawled out inside the iron bars, probably under the influence of drugs. The women were crying and trembling in the corner. When Mion saw that, for the first time, he was possessed by the urge to kill.

Then a man with a lot of muscles and tattoos saw the hoodlum and approached him snorting.

"You bastards, we're about to start, so what are you doing now?! I'm sure you're prepared to pay the price for your fooling around, right?"

"Now, wait a minute! Look at the big game we caught before that. This shit will be over in two years?"

When the man, who appeared to be an executive, scolded him, the gangster put Mion on the floor to appease his anger. The executive's eyes widened as he looked at Mion.

"Hoo? Look at this? Is it true?"

The executive lifted Mion's chin and examined it as if looking at an object. The sour smell of sweat, salt, and alcohol stung Mion's nose.

"But... Wait, something's strange?"

The hand that was smoothing her chin went to her lukewarm blonde hair. The executive, who had been playing with the hair for a while with his hands, seemed to sense something strange and grabbed Mion's hair and tore it off. His wig was ripped off by that ferocious force. His short brown hair was exposed.

"What, I was a man!"

The thugs who kidnapped him were shocked when the wig came off. The executive who had been kneeling before her stood up to meet Mion's gaze. He led his large body towards the fallen gangster.

"I really didn't know! Who knows, she's not a woman! Please, just save her life..."

Kidnapping the de Jeevitz family's maid was an act that took enormous risk. But the maid happened to be a man. It was a major accident that could not be compensated for even if several lives were lost. The gangster rubbed his hands and feet until they were worn out. However, the executive grabbed the gangster's shoulder and said something different from what was expected.

"Good job! Really good job! You look like this and you're a man! You can sell it for more expensive!Haha!"

For a moment, Mion wondered if humans really needed freedom. In a world where pretty men are sold at a higher price, wouldn't it be better for the Lord to bind them? Mion was the guardian of humanity and could barely resist the urge to throw away the Nabalgo Holy Sword.

◈ Chapter 78 - 12-the Saint Who Sucks Rags

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The sunset fell on Abamis and golden light fell.

It was a view worth seeing even from the rooftop of a shabby mansion.

I chewed the last apple as the cool breeze blew from the sea.

A low rustling noise spread throughout the quiet outskirts.

Amber said to me while looking at the sunset sky.

"Honestly, I don't know. Is it right to put a saint in danger just to catch a wanted criminal?"

"Danger? Who? A saint? Are you just joking?"

Mion is a sword user.

A few local gangsters who have never even held a sword properly are no match for him.

Moreover, since he is a saint who even possesses a holy sword, it is absurd for Amber to be worried.

But the danger Amber spoke of was on the other side.

"What I mean is, was there really a need to throw Mion in the poop? Bjorn-sama, it's okay for you to show off, but Mion is only 12 years old. It probably doesn't look that nice in there. Will her personality be warped? "I'm worried."

"Whatever it is inside is better than what we saw on the plains of Leuk Tra, right? Mion is a strong girl. You don't know it, but she defeated that great demon."

I said after eating the apple until the last bite.

"Mion will find something valuable in that poop. It's called saintly education."

Amber didn't seem to agree with what I said, but she didn't question Mion any further.

Instead, she looked at the thugs moving about busily and asked another question.

"Mion aside, do you have any plans for the future? We know the face of the merchant, but we're not sure if he's here. If he gets in trouble and doesn't catch him, he might hide deeper."

"The top tier is here. It's unconditional."

From the looks of it, it was clear that she had been opening a black market for slaves with the people she kidnapped here.

No matter how shady it is, trust is the lifeblood of business.

Who would trust and use the store if the owner's face is not visible?

If you're discovered, you won't even be able to recover your bones.

Amber asked back, seeming even more puzzled by my words.

"Then shouldn't we just swoop in and wipe them out now? Is there any reason to waste time?"

"That won't work."

"If I wipe it out now, I have to continue with today's work?"

"No? We need to catch all the people who do business with this merchant. How dare they evade taxes? I'm so annoyed that Handar Castle has already been ripped off. If there's a leak, shouldn't it be plugged?"

"Well, that's true."

Since ancient times, one must be thorough when it comes to money matters.

On a rare occasion, Amber also expressed her agreement with what I said.

Indeed, he was a resourceful knight who made a name for himself as a miser in the original work.

"It's starting to take off."

When the sun had completely set, one by one, carriages stopped in front of the shabby mansion, as if they had made an appointment.

Those who covered their entire bodies with clocks without patterns formed groups of three or five.

After checking the paper in their hands, the thugs politely took them inside.

It looked like it was an invitation.

Seeing them moving in pairs, I guess one of them must be an escort.

It was perfect to take Amber with her.

After coming down from the rooftop, I naturally joined them and stole the paper.

No one noticed the superhuman pickpockets of the two sword experts.

"Show me your invitation."

"Here."

"Confirmed. This way."

After checking the invitation, the gangster guided me and Amber into her mansion without any suspicion.

Soon, a commotion was heard from behind, caused by someone who had stolen the invitation.

But no matter how much I protested, I couldn't get in without an invitation.

The person whose invitation was stolen had no choice but to get back in the carriage and return.

He will never know.

How lucky you are.

Upon entering the mansion, women wearing costumes that could be described as practically naked greeted the guests by handing them drinks.

Their expressions were all dark enough to be considered eye candy.

They must be poor people who lived ordinary lives until one day they were suddenly kidnapped and enslaved.

Or the family sold them because money was tight.

In either case, it was obvious that they were leading a life no different from that of livestock.

Having nobility means there are slaves somewhere.

The current emperor is pursuing a policy of suppressing slavery, and the North is also following the system, but this only goes to the extent of eliminating the possibility of it developing into a private army.

Amber, who almost met a similar fate, looked at the women and pulled her eyebrows together so that they could feel them even through her mask.

As I opened the door decorated with red carpet and entered, I was greeted by an interior decorated like a theater.

There are chairs lined up facing the stage, a small tea table next to it, and even a simple teapot on top.

It was clear that the intention was to enjoy the attractions we had prepared and spend a lot of money.

"It seems like this is my first time seeing you. Who introduced you here?"

A familiar face approached me as I sat in a chair.

He looked exactly like the picture I saw on the wanted book, with his voluptuous body, triple chin, huge mole on his cheek, and collapsed facial features.

It was Batak, a slave trader who went missing.

As expected, he was inside this mansion.

"Do I have to reveal the name of the person who introduced me? If I reveal the name, do you know who the customer is? I heard it was a private place, but I'm disappointed."

When I scolded him coldly, Batak tried to diffuse the situation with a clumsy smile.

"...Hehe, I'm sorry. It's customary to come with the person being introduced. Also, I made a mistake because I look young. Please forgive me."

"That's it. I came from far away, but it seems like I've already made a fuss. I had high hopes for providing high-quality, trouble-free children, but tsk."

"Oh, sir. Since ancient times, merchants have been talking about products. It is true that I made a mistake in responding, but your mind will change once you see the product. Even so, I have a lot of experience in this field. "We catered to everyone's tastes. I'm sure you will meet someone today."

Watching him try to make the customer feel better, I could almost understand how he caught the eye of Count Haenrel.

Even though today might be the last day of this black market, he did his best for his customers.

He had a great attitude as a merchant.

The product being sold is just terribly wrong.

"Really? Then can you tell me about the kids coming out today?"

"Actually, if I knew in advance, it would be half the fun, but since I made a mistake, I will tell you a little bit. None of the children coming out today were slaves. That is why they are clean children. It will be fun to cook according to your taste."

If you just needed an ordinary slave, there was actually no need to come to this black market.

Because slave trading is legal in the Esteria Empire.

The reason it has flowed into this black market is because of the dirty desires of humans that can only be satisfied by going outside the boundaries of the law.

Those who came this far do not want to buy slaves.

I want to buy a commoner who won't get in trouble no matter what he does.

I appropriately agreed with Batak's words.

"Hoo, I just happened to be tired of being stabbed and fucked. Isn't novel fun in life as essential as spice?"

"You young man, you have such a great attitude! Recently, I was giving special treatment to a slave, as if I was going to release him, and then throw him away to write about the following. It is truly a sight to see his face, which was full of hope at that time, turn to betrayal and despair. I recommend that you give it a try someday."

"Kkkeuk, I think you and I will get along well. It's fun. I guess I'll get one this time and try it."

This friend has the same tastes.

I really like that too.

The difference is that the target is a villain like you.

When I laughed bitterly, Batak must have thought he had changed the customer's mind, but he bowed his head and left after telling me to have fun shopping.

Ember whispered, looking at his back.

"Please let me kill that bastard with my own hands."

"Mion is the priority. If I give it up, you take it."

Even if I die, I probably won't give it up.

One by one, people filled the seats, leaving Amber's anger behind.

When it was slightly more than half full, the host came up to the stand.

"Ladies and gentlemen, nice to meet you. Thank you for your hard work in coming all the way. We at our store will never disappoint you. All of the products prepared today are of the highest quality! In addition, at the end, we have prepared special products that cannot be found anywhere else. I did it! You can look forward to it! I can't protect your wallet, but you have to protect it yourself."

Laughter spread throughout the hall at the host's joke.

Even the sound of that laughter was so disgusting that Amber's eyebrows did not straighten.

Behind the host, people who had become slaves overnight came in wearing shackles.

"Okay then, let's get started! First things first..."

A woman, barely covering her vitals, was dragged out by her thug.

The host's obscene remarks, the audience's whistles, and even numbered tickets going up here and there.

A black market that heated up the night began in the shadows of Abamis.

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Batak's statement that he satisfied the tastes of high-ranking people was not pretentious.

The host's hosting skills were of a high standard, and the order in which the people on the stand were introduced was also structured.

The eye candy they provided was enough to stimulate my dark desires.

As if in response, the starting price set by Batac and the asking price from customers widened significantly.

The more it happened, the more often Ember's hand went to the hilt of the sword.

"C'est Si Bon! C'est Si Bon!"

Either way, I was absorbed in acting as a customer.

Amber whispered coldly to me, who was so excited that I was clapping and shouting exclamations.

"How about enjoying it in moderation and finishing it slowly?"

"Enjoying it? What is there to enjoy? I'm not enjoying it at all. Can't you see that the innocent victims are suffering so much and I'm sad and crying? I'm just acting to avoid suspicion."

"Take your eyes off the stand and say that. Didn't you actually sneak in because you wanted to look around?"

"You are plotting something ridiculous against my lord... Wow, that woman is so fucking big!"

"Hey you piece of trash."

Ember gave me a look of disdain, as if she wanted to immediately pull out her sword and aim it at my neck.

She joked twice and I thought she was really going to cut my head off, so I cleared her throat and she said,

"Hmm, I was already trying to organize it little by little. When I looked, there was only one entrance to this place. Amber, go and make sure no one can get out."

"Ha, I will follow your orders."

What erased Amber's sighing answer was the host's refreshing shout.

As everyone at the stand took their prices and disappeared, the host smiled as if he was already enjoying what was to come.

"Now, finally! This is the last and highlight of today! I'm happy to introduce it to you all!"

Despite the host's flirtation, the audience reacted indifferently.

It was also the last order, and the items in front of them seemed to have been good enough to satisfy their desires.

As if they had each gotten what they wanted, the customers sat leisurely like well-fed lions and looked at the stalls as if they wanted to take a look.

Then a girl appeared in front of them.

Unlike the women in front who were barely naked, the girl was wearing a maid uniform.

Immaculate skin exposed where the family emblem was cut out, elegantly cut short hair, and fiercely raised eyes.

Even though she was still young, the expression femme fatale seemed to be just for her.

As she stood at the stand, it seemed as if it was purple and smelled like jasmine.

Customers could only stare blankly at the beauty, unable to react in any way.

Of course, what I saw in my eyes was a boy who was angry to the core.

"Look! Feel it! Do you need words? She is truly a beauty! She worked as a maid for a powerful northern family and was sold for unfortunate circumstances! There are rumors that a nobleman is looking for her to death because of her beauty! But what can you do? The carriage person has already left. "As long as you're not from the North, you won't have any trouble taking him with you. Plus, there's something that will make you salivate..."

The host excitedly explained the product as if he knew it would happen.

But there was one thing he didn't expect.

Customers who fell in love with Mion's beauty exploded without hesitation.

"3, 30,000 Libra!"

"Now, wait a minute...There's still an explanation..."

"Shut up! That bitch is mine! 40,000 Libra!"

"Calm down..."

"50,000! 50,000! All you bastards, get out of here! Someone who knows the value of a child like that should have one!"

"60,000!"

"75,000!"

For 10,000 liv, you can buy a stunning mansion in the capital, Octantium.

It was a high price that even the average businessman would not be willing to pay, let alone the common people.

That amount went up every time Ho called.

Needless to say, Batak, who was standing next to the stand, had his mouth shut.

It must feel like you won the lottery.

But that also ends here.

I held up the number and shouted quietly but full of mana.

"One million."

The room, which had been so hot, became quiet as if cold water had been poured on it.

Hearing the shouts mixed with mana may have made them tingle, but more than that, what silenced them was the ridiculous amount they charged.

How many people in the world can pay 1 million Libra in cash right now?

In particular, it was not a figure worth mentioning for someone who had a physique that showed that it had not yet ripened even when the clock was used.

Batak spoke to me, unable to hide his suspicion.

"I need you to pay in full today in cash. Is that possible?"

"Of course. I think I bought it cheaply. That child is worth more than 1 million Libra."

She could receive more than 1 million Libra just for her beauty, but that is only a small portion of Mion's original value.

The value of a saint is not something you can dare measure.

Haha! I couldn't be happier that someone who knows the value bought the product. Still, it sounds like a joke because the price is just a small amount. I would appreciate it if you could pay right away."

"I understand. But I'm not the one paying that amount. It's you."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, isn't it right to pay the original owner first before selling something that belongs to someone else? That's why you have to give me 1 million Libra."

I took off my cloak and gave an answer to Batak, who looked at me with a look on his face as if I was wondering what he was talking about.

The griffin stuck in his chest appeared on the black market.

There was no need to further tell the Northerner which family the pattern belonged to.

"I am the nobleman who has been looking for that maid to death. Nice to meet you, Batak. My name is Bjern de Jeevitz, the eldest son of the De Jeviets family."

"Hi! How already!"

Batak was surprised to see me and sat down.

As soon as they saw my face, the room immediately became chaos.

"I know that face! I saw it at the parade! It's the real Björn!"

"Crazy! Did you really mess with the Northern Royal Family's maid? Isn't this crazy!"

"Get out of the way! If you get caught in a place like this, you won't even be able to recover your bones!"

Like cockroaches struggling to survive, they instinctively ran toward the exit.

However, there was the knight of resourcefulness, Ember Cutter.

With her mask up as if she found it unpleasant to even breathe in the same space, her sword killed the escort of customers trying to open the way without mercy.

"Aren't you just a girl? What are you doing? Kill her quickly!"

Despite her master's words, her escort could not help but wince at the sight of her.

Knights follow nobles.

This means that no matter how much money you have, a commoner cannot contract with a skilled knight.

No matter how much effort you use, at best you end up with a wandering knight being excommunicated for committing a crime.

And most of the wandering knights were fortunate to be sword users.

It was not enough to deal with Ember, a sword expert.

"Woah, don't move! If you move, you can't even guarantee this maid's life!"

Batak, who had been consecrated to evil, was aiming a dagger at Mion's neck.

In fact, I left it at that.

It wasn't my intention, but anyway, the one who suffered the most today was Mion.

So, I had an obligation to pass on the delicious part.

I said to Batak with a wry smile.

"What do you think, Batak? Did you enjoy your day today? It must have been fun. Every time the asking price on my maid went up, my mouth watered. With the money I earned today, I could have run away to the central region and played and lived for the rest of my life. I can only imagine how good it must have been. "

"Shut up! I won't hurt your maid, so please let me go!"

Hehe, the sight of a face full of hope turning into despair is, as you said, a beautiful sight. I really like you."

"Ugh, ugh! Please! I can only do what Count Haenrel orders!"

Batak was almost crying.

He knows it too.

In the end, this is where his evil deeds come to an end.

There was nothing more to hear.

I ordered Mion.

"Mion, the acting is over. Now do whatever you want."

"Bjorn, then this guy and the two gangsters in the corner over there. I will take care of them."

Mion's expression has been the same from the time she went up to the stand.

What settled there was anger as hot as Jin's flames.

When I nodded, the rope that had been holding Mion's hand snapped as if it had been broken.

Mion grabbed Batak's hand, who was embarrassed, and put him on the stand.

As soon as the batak was inserted, the wooden stand with a raised platform shattered with a crashing sound.

Soon, a pure white light sprouted from Mion's hand, and an ax-shaped paw appeared.

"Batak, do you have any last words?"

"Now, wait a minute! Please...!"

"I see. I heard you well."

An ax was struck numerous times under the shattered stand.

Every time he cut the ax and raised it again, the blood on the blade splattered everywhere.

The white part of the maid uniform was stained red with his blood.

Even though it was clearly his first murder, there was no hesitation in Mion's hands.

Rather, it seemed as if he was driving the ax in, avoiding important parts as much as possible, as if he wanted to inflict as much pain as possible.

When the screams that echoed through his room each time he was filmed died down, Mion wiped the blood from his face with his sleeve and came down from the stand.

"Hehe, I'm finally feeling relieved."

"..."

As I looked at Mion smiling with his face covered in blood, I became slightly afraid that Amber's worries might have come true.

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Heedless of my concerns, Mion approached the two gangsters trembling in the corner.

These were the guys who kidnapped Mion while she was doing laundry.

They met Mion's eyes and her body trembled and cried out.

"Woah, we just did what we were told! It's true! The reason we kidnapped you was because that bastard named Batak ordered us to do so! Bu, please at least spare our lives!"

"We have no choice in life at the bottom! We just went with the flow! It's not our fault!"

As Mion approached, their screams became more intense.

When Mion stood in front of them, her voice became closer to crying.

She peed like a scared puppy and didn't even seem to have the energy to wipe away her runny nose.

Mion seemed to see something different in their ugly appearance.

He sighed deeply and muttered.

"...I think I understand the Lord's intentions a little bit. Why doesn't he lead us?"

I recalled the conversation between Mion and Jin that I overheard while tailing the carriage.

Mion seems to think that people who just did as they were told, without even realizing how big of a sin it was, are like children.

The saint looked down with a sad look at the gangsters who lived their whole lives following someone else's orders and committed evil deeds for various reasons, whether it was because they didn't want to be beaten, or because their opponent was stronger.

But those feelings were not directed at the thug who was on her knees shedding crocodile tears.

"Someone told you to do it, it was the fate that was given to you, so you're saying it's unfair? That's not something you should say. If you were a good victim of what happened to you, you wouldn't know. It's not something a grown adult would say."

One of the gangsters reached out to Mion's leg to plead, but his wrist was cut off.

As his arm suddenly disappeared, the gangster grabbed his wrist and made him roll on the floor.

In between the ensuing screams, the sound of his blood dripping from Mion's ax could be heard.

"The fact that you make that excuse means you knew how bad this was. You had countless chances not to face me today. You are the ones who threw away all of those chances."

"Save me...Aaaaa!!"

The raised ax violently ravaged the gangsters.

The gangster's body was dented in the shape of an ax blade.

The more it sounded, the more horrifying screams sounded that seemed to have come from human vocal cords.

Mion said without blinking an eye as he stepped on the gangster who was trying to crawl away and pinned him down.

"What you left behind was not an excuse, but an apology. You should have said sorry in the end to the victims who have suffered lifelong scars for the sake of your glory. I dare to express that remorse on your behalf."

Bones and flesh were crushed and cut.

The flesh that came with the ax blade was scattered throughout the hall the moment it rose high into the sky to strike again.

The faces of the customers who were making a fuss in her hall turned blue as they saw the beautiful maid swinging her ax and turning people into minced meat.

I responded to them with a smile.

"Now, everyone in the hall. As you can see, my maid is very angry. So, let's make a choice. Either she gets axed by my maid like a rotten old tree, or she can be quietly arrested and given an honorary trial in court."

Of course, the death penalty is confirmed.

I don't know if it was out of relief that they wouldn't die right away, or at least an avoidance mechanism that they didn't want to die that painfully, but when I said that, the people who came as guests gave up their will to resist and became calm.

I wish I had resisted a little more, but when I saw Mion behind me chopping with an ax as if he were chopping firewood, I felt like I had no intention of doing so.

Well, the saint I know from the biography of Esteria didn't do that.

Anyway, it's not my fault.

When the knights of the Human Lighthouse eventually arrived and began to sort out the situation, Mion must have come to his senses and apologized to me, saying he had made a mistake.

"Biern, I'm sorry for making you walk while you were busy because of my mistake. I never thought something like that would happen while I was doing laundry..."

"Hmm, but it's okay because you worked hard to kill the evil merchant. Guarding the saint was my original duty."

Controlling my prickly heart, I patted Mion's shoulder to encourage her.

Until I die, I won't reveal that I took advantage of you in this situation.

Because I don't want to die by being hacked to death with an axe.

"But what should I do? I used the holy sword arbitrarily. If someone recognizes me..."

"It's your holy sword, but you can use it however you want. Who gets permission to use it? And who would see that ax as a holy sword?"

"Then that's a good thing... Sigh, why am I so short-thinking? I got kidnapped like a fool and acted out of emotion... I really don't think that's befitting a saint."

Everyone in the Oxburg Empire grows up hearing the legend of the saint.

A saint from Homeland who fought against the devil and died a heroic death.

A saint of the empire who destroyed the secret devil cults.

And Sir Landeros Van Hoss, a sword saint who is praised as the strongest saint.

All of them were legends that provided catharsis.

However, for someone who suddenly becomes that person one day, the legend will become a burden.

In such a situation, complaining that it would be nice for someone to lead the way is not at the level of a childish idiot.

I put my hand on Mion's shoulder and pointed to the victims who went up to the stand today.

"See? These are the people you saved today. If it weren't for you, they would have been sold to disgusting merchants and become playthings by now. At least for today, you were more of a saint than anyone else."

They waved their hands and shouted, covering themselves with clocks that caught Mion's gaze.

"Maid, thank you so much! Thanks to you, we were saved!"

"I felt sick to my stomach when I killed that slave trader! If I ever meet you, I will definitely repay you for this favor!"

Mion bowed her head in shame as she received the thanks.

Now you know what lukewarm temperature is.

Rather than worrying about why you have such power, it is important to think about how to use that power.

The process was a little different, but it seems like my education as a saint was a great success.

In the midst of a warm welcome after a long time, Jin struck the candle.

[The guy who uses my power to satisfy his lust speaks well.]

"So you shouldn't have taken it in the first place? Are you willing to throw away the owner after spending so much money?"

[Ah-oh! There is no point in burning it because of Hwajeong! How should I harass this arrogant kid?!]

"Yes, the next Flameless Jin."

Mion swallowed her laughter as she looked at the fire on my tongue.

It was around the time when dawn began to rise dimly beyond the mansion.

*

Batak's accumulated wealth exceeded 100,000 Libra. The finance minister said that if the assets of all the merchants arrested that day were added up, it might be as little as 400,000 lira. Even that was the amount excluding the top they operated. Björn declared that he would use the entire amount to compensate victims. Those who were still missing were searched for, and enormous compensation was given to those who had suffered after being sold as slaves. If the person had already died, the surviving family members received the money instead. When Lady Eileen, who became Countess of Haenrel on behalf of Bjorn, ordered her to do so, the people of Avamis praised her behavior.

"They say talent is for the bear, and money is for the rich. Was there a need to hand these things over to Lady Eileen?"

"What is the use of the commander of a knighthood to take care of such feats? And if you use bravery, the work increases. How can you use a knight to find a missing person? This should be done by the count."

Leaving behind Bjern's voice soothing Ember's grumbling, Mion came out of the office with the laundry in hand. Sometimes it was difficult for Mion to understand what Bjern was saying. Every task that came to his desk was complex and difficult with many things to consider. Björn, who solves such problems quickly, was someone Mion looked up to. Moreover, seeing him always have a good heart and strive for the benefit of the majority, Mion thought that Bjern was truly worthy of a saint.

But after experiencing this incident, Mion's thoughts changed. It doesn't matter why God chose me. The important thing is to use that power for the right things in the future. Thinking through and making your own choices. You may make a wrong choice. There will be regrets. However, if you have a heart for others, the Lord will bless you. Mion came to believe that.

Today, there was particularly little laundry to be done. Mion said he would even suck another maid's rag.

"Give that to me. I'm going down anyway, so I'll suck it up with you."

"Huh? Well, will you do that?"

Mion happily put his rags in the laundry bin, thinking that with this he would no longer listen to Bjorn's prostitutes. The maids were chatting as they looked behind Mion, who was passing through the hallway while humming his tune.

"What? Why is she suddenly saying she's going to do laundry?"

"Have you already become simple-minded? This is why you can't do whatever a man wants. You'll get tired of it quickly?"

"It looks like he missed his turn. I don't think it would be a problem to send the young guy away saying, 'Why don't I give it a try?'"

"Oh, what are you being so simple? If you did that, you would have been kicked out. The way I saw it, that bitch was doing it on purpose. Try playing something different. You damn bitch."

"Unusual play? What? Oh my, did you get run over while doing laundry or something? You don't just have a smooth face. You know how to grab a man."

"Don't you think you'll be full soon? Thanks to that bitch's pussy, the North will be happy, right?"

Her sword user, Mion, had to listen to all of her maids' obscene remarks with her brighter-than-normal ears. His eyes were unusually moist. Amber, who saw Mion returning from laundry, comforted him as if she knew that would happen.

After that, the saint never did laundry again.

◈ Chapter 81 - 13-Coming of Age Day