Chapter 7: Mark in The Ass

"Condition?"

After the commotion in the city was over, I went home with the saint.

I couldn't carry on a conversation with her while her villagers watched over me and said their prayers for her.

Of course, Genoa still looked at me with suspicion, but that didn't stop her holiness.

Since she experienced the miracle of surviving even when her throat was cut with a knife, there was no reason to stop her from being a saint.

The Saint found herself in a situation where she had to take me not to the Guyanese church but to the teleported capital in order to prove that the oracle she had received was genuine, and she showed no signs of doubting me. .

``Yes, it's a very simple condition.''

As soon as I entered the house, the saint told me that she would be heading to the imperial capital with me, so I tried to set a condition.

In my opinion, the saint frowned, as if she did not understand this situation, but she did not refuse easily.

"Huh, being chosen as a hero is a condition for a glorious job."

"It's okay if you don't become a hero anyway. You don't understand the merits of being a hero."

"First, listen to the conditions. Let's see.''

When I told him that he could defeat the hero, the saint replied, One scary look.

She, of course, had no intention of breaking up with her heroine, but if I made that decision, her saintly position would become very difficult.

``First of all, we have to find a house near the capital, or rather, near the Great Temple of Guyana. And in order to live a good life, we need the right amount of support.''

``...This will not be difficult.

The saint looked at me and tilted her head.

She wanted to become a warrior and roam all the dangerous places on the continent, but she wondered if she really needed a home in the royal capital.

"There's no misunderstanding. It's not a place I can use."

I answered the saint's words with a smile.

As it turns out, the house I wanted was the inspiration for the ghetto, not me.

The village where the old man from the ghetto and I lived was a remote village where even the Demon King's army didn't pay any attention to us.

But in the end, the old man from the ghetto in my previous life was chosen to be the victim of the demon king's army just to make me angry.

When I thought about the safest place for the Demon King's army, I finally remembered the capital of the empire, near the Great Hall.

Since this was a place that had never been attacked by the Demon King's army in the past, it was thought that the old man in the ghetto would not die as horribly as before.

"Oh, have you ever had a family?"

The saint asked as he looked around me and the old man's house in the ghetto.

I slowly nodded in response to her question, and before long I could see the corners of the saint's mouth curl upwards.

"Hmm, it's obvious even without looking what the bitch is thinking."

Maybe she thought she noticed one of my weaknesses.

Taking your family hostage is pretty good.

He must have believed that putting a leash around the hero's neck was a lucrative deal that would provide him with a home and part of his living expenses.

``In my previous life, something stupid like that would have worked, but this time I don't understand.''

I thought that while laughing at the saint in my heart.

To be honest, I was already thinking about the possibility of taking a ghetto saint or old man hostage in a church in Guyana.

Nevertheless, I placed such a condition on her sainthood because I was convinced that she would find some inspiration in the ghetto.

No, even if they took an old man from the ghetto hostage, they couldn't do anything to me.

They couldn't hurt me, a warrior, and I had to intentionally slow down.

Honestly, since I saved the world once, I didn't care what happened to it.

Still, he was willing to cooperate if the Demon King harmed the old man in the ghetto.

"Okay. For this reason, I will accept your conditions. Although it may be a little presumptuous,"

The saint told me, hiding her true feelings.

No matter how much of a saint she was, no matter how much she was labeled as having come from a brothel, she was still a saint.

It won't be that difficult for them to get their own home and live a decent life.

Nevertheless, St. Marianne told me of her pain because there was a sense of guilt in my heart.

"You look like a country bastard."

I laughed, even though I understood Marianne's sinister intentions.

To be honest, I wasn't offended by their tricks at all.

It was such a pleasure to see her live up to my expectations.

Because the more messed up she is, the more fun it will be for me to torture her.

"Good night."

"But am I sick too?"

"My family has decided to leave later." There is someone who is looking forward to your coming to the Royal Capital.

Marian's words made me laugh.

Who is waiting for me?

At most, Aaron was trying to protect the unstable crown prince's position as a hero, and Marianne was trying to prove that she was a real saint.

The appearance of a hero means that the world will fall into unbearable hardship, and many humans inherently dislike hardship.

``Great. Do it.''

I complied with her request, even though I was well aware that my girlfriend Marian was betraying her.

Even the old men in the ghetto would take a while to pack up and leave town anyway.

And it's going to be tough for the old man in the ghetto; it's safer for him to move separately than to move with me.

"Then, let's get started right away."

In response to my words, the saint said it with an irritated expression.

But I looked at her, shaking her head slowly at her sacred words.

"The family has agreed to leave later. You said you were going home, right?"

At my words, the saint's face began to distort slightly.

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``Excuse me?''

``In that case, I can't believe you are a saint.''

When I said that, the saint showed an angry expression.

If she talks for a long time, Marianne may get angry if she says that she doesn't seem like a saint.

"Huh. You've seen the Paladins of the church, right? So, I decided to listen to all your conditions."

"Of course, but isn't that proof that you're a saint?"

Marianne asked with a stunned look on her face.

I turned to her and answered her with a natural expression and a slight shrug of her shoulders.

``I've proven that I'm a warrior too.''

``...That's it. If I made you feel any bad about what happened earlier, I'll apologize on your behalf.''

Marian, I He said that with a look on his face, as if he finally understood why he said that.

It seems he was angry at Genoa's attitude and decided to fight back.

But that was a misunderstanding on the part of the saints, and I had another purpose.

"No, I apologized. Prove it too. Isn't that fair?"

"...So? Can I show you my divine magic?"

I burst out laughing at the saint's words.

Divine magic was something that could be performed not only by saints but also by other priests.

``That's right, other priests can do it. Isn't there something special about being a saint?''

``Ha. I don't know what you're misunderstanding, but she's a saint. and has no special powers. I can only hear the will of the goddess.''

Marian sighed at my words.

Actually, it was all a lie.

It is true that the saint had special powers that were different from those of ordinary priests.

Unlike her normal priests, her healing magic could heal her wounds without leaving a mark, and her blessings were unusually powerful.

Anyway, the reason Marian lied was simple.

No matter how much of a country person I am, it would be a waste to use my powers in a place like this.

``Well, once she used magic, she was a slut.''

The corner of my mouth twisted as I watched Marianne lie so calmly.

Anyway, we already knew she wouldn't give up her own power here.

"Understood? That's a shame."

"If you get lost, let's go to the capital together. There are many people who can prove my identity.''

``No, I won't come with you until you prove your identity.''

Marian bit her lip in frustration at my words.

We have to somehow get him to the royal capital as soon as possible.

But if I forced myself to do it, I didn't have a choice.

"Take your head, Marianne."

I whispered as Marianne looked at me with an irritated expression on her face.

But Marianne was just shocked by her impression, and she couldn't seem to think of a better way.

In the end, I couldn't wait for her and decided to give a hint about her.

``As far as I know, the Guyanese saint came from a brothel, right?''

``...What?'' Marianne then raised her light blue eyebrows and glared at me.

Everyone on the continent knew about her Marianne origins, but she hated people who talked about them in front of her.

``Maybe I'm wrong?''

``...''

``No way?''

Marianne frowned at my words.

She found herself in a situation where she had to admit to herself the origins she hated the most in order to prove herself a saint.

"Yes, I was born in Raksha Street, the dirtiest and shabbiest brothel in the capital of the Aslan Empire."

Marianne told me, clenching her fists tightly.

Tears welled up in her eyes because it was so difficult for her to admit her origins.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes, what happened?"

"No, you seem to have misunderstood something. I was just thinking of a way to prove that you are a saint."

"What do you mean? How is it possible to give birth in a Raksha?" To prove that I'm a saint, damn it."

Marian, who had been talking until then, stopped speaking in a panic.

It seemed like she finally remembered what she was talking about. "...That's impossible."

"Okay. Whether it's from the streets of Raksha or from a brothel in the Empire, does he have nothing?"

Marian's expression began to distort at my words.

She said it is not illegal to engage in sex trafficking within the Empire.

However, women who engaged in prostitution were not viewed positively, and imperial officials did not like them to hide their identities and start a new life.

I looked at Marianne with a relaxed expression, and she glared at me and started lying again.

"I'm from there, but I'm not a prostitute. Of course there's not the stigma that you think."

She spoke with the utmost calmness, but I thought she was lying. I knew I was following it.

The Empire stigmatized those born there, even if they were not prostitutes.

Prostitutes not only tried to isolate high-ranking people from society but also their illegitimate children born there.

I also knew that the stigma was still within Marianne.

"Then you're a fake,"

I said that and laughed at her as if I were making fun of her girlfriend.

``I know that the first thing a baby born in a brothel feels is being burned with a hot iron. Considering that you deny that, it doesn't seem like you're a saint.''

``...How do you know?''

Marian asked with an indignant look on my face.

The face of a country boy who had never seen a place like a brothel asked how he knew.

"You can learn a lot by reading books."

I answered with a smile, and Marianne narrowed her eyes.

"I don't know what her purpose was, but she was pretending to be a saint. Get out of here right now."

She said this to Marian, and Marian, too, showed a determined look on her face. So I finally asked.

``...After that, it's fine. Will you believe me if I show you a sign?"

She looked at the saint, and she answered as she expected, and a strange smile appeared on her face.

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