26 – Guilt

A heated iron and several bottles of low grade holy water.

To the nun who was carelessly arranging the tools in front of her like a skilled doctor laying out her medical instruments, the apprentice nun Marianne spoke with concern.

”Sister. Is it really necessary to do this?”

There was no doubt that there was pathetic concern in that sad question.

The owner of those blue eyes, who was staring at the pharynx dyed red like a ripe maple leaf, was trying to carve scars on his own face that would never heal.

After squeezing the skin once with the pharynx, heal it with low-quality holy water.

When the story first leaked from her well-shaped lips that by repeating this process, burn marks that looked decades old could be engraved on her body at once, Marianne was shocked and even lay down for a while.

”If it’s a trick to hide your face, isn’t it enough to just wear a mask…? Furthermore, it is not yet confirmed that the hero will visit this place… Even so, if you have to scar your face. Ha, once… Isn’t one turn enough? As Sister knows well, prayer and holy water can only heal wounds that have not yet healed. There is no way to deal with the scars caused by healed wounds…”

Marianne stopped talking.

It was because the nun was carefully embracing Marianne and calmly comforting her strong emotions that spilled out with her words.

”There is a risk of raising suspicion that there is a person who is openly leaving a wound that can be sufficiently healed in a monastery where the highest priests are gathered. From now on, the people I have to deceive are reversed heroes who have seen all kinds of scars and various methods of healing them. A clumsy disguise is sure to be seen through.”

”Ha, but…!”

”I’m fine. Sister Marianne.”

it can’t be okay can’t it be okay

Even if it’s a body that swore chastity to God. a woman Moreover, on the face.

To live the rest of my life with a scar that could not be erased again was no different than saying that I would embrace the pain and regret that might flare up until I die.

”Huh, huh! Sister!”

Marianne struggled to correct her vision, which was about to be mangled by ugly tears.

Maybe this time will be the last chance to see her beautiful smile.

Even though you must be the one who suffers more than anyone else, I almost let out all the tears in my heart at the benevolence like that of the Holy Mother who affectionately strokes my hair and looks down on me.

Marianne, who clenched her fists and bit off the gok-eup in the end, embroidered the words with a smile that she struggled to create.

”May God smile upon you.”

Marianne, who had stopped her tears, left the place with a single blessing.

The nun, who responded by bowing her head, saw her off.

Beyond the tightly closed room, not a single syllable of human voice, such as a scream or moan, could be heard.

Chi profit. Chi profit.

The only intermittent sound was the sound of hot metal sticking to the skin.

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What is the means that can most definitely entangle a person’s mind?

If you have an emotional insight, you would say friendship or love. The owner of a realistic insight might reply that there is no way to make someone else’s will besides material cost.

As a nun who had a history of facing those who called themselves sinners in the cramped and dimly lit penance room, it had been a long time since she had found her own firm answer in the evening.

guilty.

It is the name of the biggest and heaviest chain enticed by the lock of reason, and the weight of the cross that tests those who walk the path of righteousness every moment.

There is nothing more unstable than a human suffering from guilt.

Because they are people who always doubt whether the foothold they are stepping on, the path they are moving on, and whether every series of actions they take are valid.

The more extreme the quality of the crime committed, the more. The heavier the weight of the shackles biting the ankle, the heavier.

The cloudy eyes of sinners do not even dare to contain the light, and they tend to subserviently face the floor.

yes. Like now.

”Are you satisfied with this?”

At the nun’s question, which was handed over in a calm manner, no one in the room could easily open their mouths.

How could he do that with human fear?

The reason the nun had no choice but to prove her innocence by exposing the private parts she didn’t want to show to anyone was purely to avoid the arrows of suspicion they shot at her.

Their suspicions were unreasonable, and this may have hurt the poor person.

Even those with a normal way of thinking are in a situation where their hearts become solemn.

What’s more, they are a part of the heroes who carry the respect of the entire nation on their backs.

At that moment, it was clear that the waves of guilt that hit their thoughts were boasting of an extent that the culprit could not even dare to imagine.

”That····. Wounds…”

”I’m sorry for making you look ugly. In fact, since I had a shameful past when I was captured by slave traders when I was a child…”

The hero had difficulty speaking, and the nun, noticing a clear sign of agitation from his words, intuition that the ploy had worked effectively, leaked a lie.

She was a nun who believed that she deserved to die and go to hell.

As a mere human, the only way for him to stand up to the transcendental beings in front of him was with such lame means.

The nun, too, was struggling to keep on talking, holding down a sense of guilt that would never be inferior to them.

”How is it? Did the unscrupulous nun that the hero was looking for also have these ugly scars?’

The silence was long.

After the nun took off her mask, it was safe to say that the positional relationship between those who collected and those who were being collected was completely reversed.

how long has it been like that

A warrior who became dumb after eating honey. Dauna is just confused because she can’t come up with the right words to apologize. Big team still sleeping.

In the end, it was around the time Apis, the eldest member of the party, slowly moved his heavy lips on behalf of his colleagues who were in confusion.

”Mi, sorry… Apparently we misunderstood…”

”That can’t be—!”

A resounding high voice pierced the silence and echoed throughout the room.

”Smell! It definitely stinks! No one else and I cannot recognize your scent! Because of another smell mixed in the middle, I don’t know where it went! That the priest had been with this man for a long time! That one thing is clear!”

”Yo, warrior! calm down!”

Apis hurriedly restrained the hero, who uttered a high-pitched voice with a rare, high-spirited spirit and a sense of urgency at first glance.

It was not difficult for the nun to guess the identity of the other smell that the hero repeatedly mentioned and mixed up along the way.

Contact with Lady Rosevelt.

It seemed certain that the brief time spent with her, who was always wearing a perfume thick enough to make her nose crooked, played a decisive role in making the whereabouts of Rage’s priest a mystery.

heavenly luck. If this isn’t the result of someone’s calculations, it’s a miracle that can only be seen as God’s help.

like that. The nun, who had a strong intuition that it was now that she had to drive in a wedge, summoned up the courage of her whole body and uttered the words.

”sorry····. Still, if I had to add a thought to my regretful heart… Since this monastery is the heart of the Vatican, where priests from all over the world come and go, as the Holy Lady’s throne room is enshrined, I wonder if it’s because the priest the warrior is talking about and I happened to come into contact with. I don’t even know…”

It was then.

”Warrior!”

”No way! Warrior!”

Without the slightest delay to feel the change, without even having time to intuit something.

For a while, the nun couldn’t fully recognize the identity of the sad-purple metal that suddenly appeared in front of her eyesight.

It was because the joints of the body and the joints of the mind became stiff as if even the bitter cold had seeped into them.

”Huh…! Whoa…!”

I saw a drop of tear and heard heavy breathing.

It was right after that that the nun realized that the hero was pointing a sword at her.

Neither Apis’ bow nor Dauna’s magic could keep up with the warrior’s nimble swordsmanship, but someone’s strong hand protruding from outside her field of vision caught her sword blade in time, so the tragedy of the nun’s body colliding with the sword’s blade did not come. did not

”sister. calm down.”

It was because the big team, who had been dozing off just a moment ago, were blocking the hero with their eyes that seemed like they would never open.

”Do, turn… rock! Black! Turn…! Black! Give it back… give it to me…!”

The blade of the sword was blocked by an obstacle and could not reach anywhere.

However, I couldn’t find any obstacle blocking the fragments of the fragments of the warrior’s fragments, which were scattered as if they were going to play that role instead.