Chapter 266. Me…? (2)

Countless question marks popped up in Alon’s head.

The reason was naturally because of the word Yuman spoke.

‘Silver Saint… you say? What is a Silver Saint?’

First of all, Alon did not know what a Silver Saint was.

And he also did not know why he was called a Silver Saint by Yuman.

It was natural.

Because the word Silver Saint was a word that did not even appear in Psychedelia.

The most he could guess was.

About the extent that it would be roughly something similar to a Saint since the word ‘Saint’ was attached.

“…”

He looked at Yuman quietly.

A strong belief was still contained in his eyes.

‘I did think he would be having an absurd misunderstanding, though.’

He had already expected it.

Because there was a time like that before and he had tried to clear the misunderstanding.

…Of course, he could not clear it because Yuman showed an attitude of ‘Yes, yes, I know everything—’.

Even so, he never imagined that the misunderstanding would continue even until now.

‘Was that why he has been treating me kindly in the meantime.’

He realized only then the reason why Yuman treated him kindly while even using the expression Brother to him, and he agonized over what to do in this situation.

In fact, there was nothing to even call agonizing.

He did receive a lot of help of various kinds from Yuman truly, but since he noticed that he was mistaken, he could not pretend not to know.

He could keep receiving kindness while pretending not to know, but Alon was uncomfortable with such a situation.

Therefore, Alon, who cleared his throat once calmly.

“Saint.”

“Please speak, Brother.”

“I am sorry, but I am not the Silver Saint you are talking about.”

He spoke a bit firmly.

“…Yes?”

Yuman, who momentarily became a blank expression.

It was not that he particularly tried to make him misunderstood, but when he saw that appearance, somehow one side of Alon’s chest was poked.

“It is as I said. Saint, I do not know what part of me you saw and were mistaken about, but I am not such a person as you think.”

Once more certainly.

And Alon, who informed the fact that he was not the Silver Saint concisely.

He, who finished speaking, turned his gaze awkwardly for no reason.

…Because the situation was very uncomfortable.

About how much time had passed like that.

“As I thought—”

Yuman, who was staring at Alon quietly, nodded as if he understood.

“I am sorry.”

“Yes…?”

“This, I was too thoughtless.”

“Is that, so?”

Yuman, who cleanly admitted that he himself was mistaken without more agitation than expected.

Alon was slightly bewildered but let out a sigh of relief inwardly.

‘Is it because he is the Saint after all, he does not turn the blame of his misunderstanding onto others.’

Don’t many cases mostly result in getting angry or the situation flowing awkwardly if they notice a misunderstanding?

Alon, who was admiring that he is not a Saint for nothing—

“Certainly, I was wrong. No matter how much it is an emergency, I should not have directly told you to break the covenant with the Goddess.”

“…?”

At the words of the Saint that followed, he realized that something was wrong.

“I am sorry. Because of my private feelings, I misspoke for you to break the covenant you have kept until now. It is my mistake.”

Yuman, who bowed his head politely.

Alon, who was standing blankly, hurriedly raised him up.

“…No. Brother. Please lift your head.”

“Thank you for your concern.”

Since he had to clear the misunderstanding somehow, he revealed the truth repeatedly, but.

“Rather, I have been telling you continuously, but I am not something like the Silver Saint you are talking about.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Saint?”

“Yes.”

“I am not the Silver Saint.”

“I know. I was thoughtless.”

“…”

At the reaction of Yuman who only said he understood while smiling, Alon felt a strange déjà vu.

‘This, I think I truly experienced something very similar somewhere…’

As if saying ‘Ah, ah, sorry, sorry, that was the setting, right? Sorry, I will protect you—’

‘Ah.’

Alon realized.

It was exactly the same as when it was Magrina.

Alon, who thought of her, lamented, but.

“Brother. But eventually, wouldn’t you at least meet Her for me?”

“…”

At the misunderstanding that seemed to have no way of being cleared, eventually—

“…I understand.”

He nodded his head quietly.

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The day after finishing the talk.

Alon headed to the place where the Room of the Holy Spirit was to do Yuman’s favor.

“Ah! You came, Brother.”

“Yes, Saint. But these people are—?”

Several people were already gathered near the Room of the Holy Spirit.

“They are the Cardinals of Rosario.”

“…Is that so?”

“Yes, somehow they wanted to confirm that Brother enters the room.”

Alon looked at the five Cardinals.

“…”

While looking at the expressions that were all not good, Alon realized two facts.

The first was that he was a being who was not that welcomed.

He was momentarily puzzled but could soon guess the reason.

‘Is it because of the rumors.’

Except for Yuman who was mistaken that he was the Silver Saint, currently Alon was rumored as a god called Kalanon, the One who Receives Lightning, or his apostle.

In other words, from the position of the Cardinals, it was no different from a god of a heresy entering the most sacred place.

It was perhaps natural that such expressions came out.

And the remaining one he realized was.

‘…The Cardinals are not faces I know?’

Namely, that the faces of the Rosario Cardinals were unfamiliar.

In Psychedelia, the corrupt Cardinals of Rosario appear as enemies of the protagonist.

Because of that, Alon also knew most of those faces.

‘It is not a particularly bad thing for Rosario.’

Alon purely thought it was a relief that Rosario was becoming clean.

Even just looking at them being wary of him right now was so.

Even if these people might be corrupt, wouldn’t they be better than the original Cardinals?

Just as Alon was engaged in a confrontation that was not quite a confrontation with the Cardinals.

“I am a little late.”

“We are late.”

The door opened and Utia and Sergius entered.

The two blended in among the Cardinals.

“Then I will ask a favor of you.”

Yuman opened the door as if he had been waiting.

Unusually, reluctance appeared on Alon’s face.

Because since so many Cardinals were gathered like this.

It seemed it would be very embarrassing if nothing happened after entering the Room of the Holy Spirit.

‘Since it reacted when I used magic last time too, I should try it that way.’

Alon barely moved his steps that would not fall.

The interior of the room he saw a few years ago came into his view.

A room created with pure white marble as if not to allow any speck of dust.

In the middle of that, there was a statue of Goddess Sironia that was huge at a glance.

Alon, who stood before it, soon cleared his throat and just like before—

“Perception (感知).”

He used magic through the phrase.

However.

“…”

The stone statue which had no movement at all.

‘As expected.’

While Alon was looking at the Goddess statue while feeling awkward.

Sergius, who was looking at the interior from outside the Room of the Holy Spirit, grabbed his throbbing head.

It was not because of the situation before his eyes, but because of the schedule that was too arduous lately.

Cardinals basically have a lot of work.

However, Sergius had even more.

The cause was naturally because of Utia.

Because the things she personally made him do increased, he had no room to rest lately.

Of course, Utia spoke while smiling, ‘If you want to rest because it is hard, you may rest.’

But how could he rest.

Whether those words meant to rest just for a little bit.

Or whether it meant to rest forever, he could not even get a sense at all.

In addition to that, the recent Utia was even more scary.

She would smile as if she was suddenly in a good mood while focusing on something alone.

Then she distorted her face fiercely for an instant.

Also at some point, she strangely puffed out her cheeks while being full of dissatisfaction.

In other words, showing a behavior that would make one think it might be bipolar disorder if another person saw it.

Sergius had tried hard not to go against Utia’s mood originally too, but.

He felt by instinct that he must save his skin more diligently than any other time now.

At that time.

“Haaa—”

A deep sigh was heard from the side.

Sergius looked at Utia while feeling a chill creep over his whole body.

Her face, which had been joyful upon meeting the Marquis of Palladio whom she liked so much, was already frozen cold.

Soon.

Blood-like red pupils flashed.

“…I should have just crushed from the beginning—”

At that moment when a small mutter that even Sergius, who was right next to her, could not understand leaked out.

Fwaaaaak—!

From the statue inside the Room of the Holy Spirit, light began to flow out.

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Lately, Hidan was leading a fairly comfortable life.

Exactly because the Great Moon had returned.

When the news of death was first delivered, it felt as if he was hit by lightning.

He suffered because the work he had to do also increased exponentially.

Because of that, he felt the current leisurely life relatively more sweet.

Anyway, while enjoying that leisure, he moved a little more leisurely than usual.

On the way heading to Rosario to report the work Utia entrusted as scheduled, he witnessed a strange situation.

Namely, the combination of Lizardmen and Elves.

Hidan let out an exclamation at the unexpected combination.

Clearly they fought as if they would bite and kill each other just by looking at each other before, didn’t they.

But Hidan did not know even until then.

That he would come to witness an even more strange situation.

“I told you, to let go…”

Hidan looked down at the disturbance that was heard.

There were a face he knew well and a man.

Namely, the man with the gold moon and inverse eyes.

Before even harboring a question about why on earth he was here—

“Let go.”

“You let go.”

“I clearly said to let go?”

“You let go first.”

Hidan’s mouth hung open at the sight unfolding before his eyes.

While clutching each other’s hair.

The two who were putting their foreheads together, growling fiercely, and pouring out all kinds of curses.

“Shall I pull out all your hair?”

“I will pull out all your tail hair too.”

Overwhelming killing intent flowed from the bodies of the two, but.

Because for now the behavior seen itself was very pathetic,

“…”

Hidan just quietly stood aghast while giving up on grasping the situation.