142 – name-5

“Wow, that’s great!”

He lifted the huge, straight stone with ease. It was good up to that point, but the view was blocked and I didn’t know where to move.

“Hey, don’t just admire it, can you give me some guidance?”

“Okay! This way, let it be level…”

It wasn’t too heavy to lift, but it was quite difficult to balance, so I had to be careful. Even as he carefully set the stone down, acrid dust spread to both sides.

“You’re amazing.”

“Well, it looks like it hasn’t even started yet.”

The residents, who at first looked at me with wary eyes, were now looking at me with eyes full of respect.

“You’re resting. Lady Leodrin seems to have used people roughly.”

In a typical construction project, detailed information such as the working environment of the workers would not have been included in the documents, but this project was a little different.

“No! Since the lord is directly helping us like this, shouldn’t we work harder!”

“It’s because I think I’m going to bump into it.”

“Well, if that’s the case…”

The workers looked at me, and one by one they went into the cool shade. Except for one or two workers who were to guide them where to place the stones, everyone went inside the shelter.

I was easily doing what a few people would have to cling to while sweating, but it didn’t look like it would end anytime soon.

Still, I could feel that the gaze on me had softened even more. It was not a bad income.

/////

“thank you for your effort…”

When I returned to the lord’s castle, a wide-eyed Laurel greeted me.

“You didn’t have to do this…”

“Well, it can’t be helped.”

It is a difficult situation to understand. Unlike nobles who understood political logic to some extent, it was even more so with commoners.

The lie about the return of the missing heir was made by no one else but the imperial family. Not everyone could know the trivial story that it wasn’t my fault.

No one said anything bad about me right away, but it was clear that the way they looked at me would not be nice.

“For an outsider like me to blend in with the people here, it’s better to work face-to-face than anything else.”

I didn’t want to go back to the capital. I had no intention of leaving anywhere right now.

After all, for the time being, you have to hang out with the people here. This kind of work could be considered an investment.

“Ha, but now you’re the lord. You don’t know when you’ll leave, but right now… you don’t have to do anything so dangerous yourself.”

“Saying that, didn’t Laurel also come out as a field foreman before?”

When I first entered this estate, it was Laurel who was at the construction site. No matter how I thought about it, the voice was the same.

“Did you see it? That’s because I didn’t have anything to cover…”

“The situation in Yeongji hasn’t changed right now, right? It hasn’t been that long since I came here.”

“That’s also true… but just having my older brother help us gave me a lot of room. In fact, there was a construction project that I forcibly carried out because I thought that my older brother might not come.”

This place was obviously thriving. Most of the wounds caused by the demon lord’s invasion were healing.

The dead don’t come back, and it will take many more years to restore the population, but at least it was a lively city on the outside.

But even from the documents Laurel gave me, I could tell that this prosperity was very close.

“But isn’t it too much to ask you to continue construction after the sun goes down?”

The standard of living in this world was much more comfortable than in the Middle Ages on Earth, but that did not include electricity.

The night is dark. It was a very dangerous thing to wipe out a worker in a situation where the field of view was limited.

“We’ve supplied fuel to light the torches. I know this isn’t enough, but it’s not that I didn’t think anything of it.”

Laurel sighed deeply and muttered as if making excuses.

“It wasn’t too much, was it?”

“Yes. I tried to prepare somehow… In the last war, it seems that there were soldiers who put their hands on the warehouse to ward off the cold. Most of the responsible people died, so I can’t investigate…”

“It’s unfortunate.”

“It’s not something that the hero will be sad about. At least, we’re alive. By the way, the agenda that my brother signed this time…”

The distance between her has narrowed considerably. Talking to Laurel gave me the feeling that I was on to something.

The feeling that I’m not doing personal things, but I’m giving what I really need for someone who is a little more desperate and urgent than me.

When the job was almost finished, she stretched out her arms. Untidy golden hair swayed beautifully.

/////

The Farseer neatly folded the white priest’s uniform and stared at it endlessly.

“ha…”

No regrets. Sacrificing divine power to save him, and going on a journey with him to atone for his sins. I didn’t regret anything.

However, when I heard that I had to leave him, I couldn’t do anything.

“Do you have extra clothes? You wouldn’t go out without them.”

Nerwen asked curiously.

“It’s meaningless now. People… when they see someone in priestly clothes, they expect something.”

A person with a fatal wound begs for help, or a person suffering from a wandering mind comes to him as if grabbing a straw.

However, Celia could not respond to either side.

The divine power to heal the sick was no longer in her hands. The strength of mind to guide the wandering has disappeared without a trace.

All that was left was a little girl regretting what she had done.

“Can I go back…”

Rather, it was a plate to worry about her safety.

It was not a light thing for the saintess to be in a position where she could not use her divine power. At the extreme, it wouldn’t be strange if that fact alone was branded heresy without an Inquisition.

Even if it was an inquisition to judge apostates or wicked people, its essence was only a procedure in which finite humans measured the will of God through the scriptures and the actions of saints.

There was no reason for the goddess herself to go through such a complicated and unnecessary procedure against a human who had gained divine power.

“Well, it will work out somehow.”

“I do not know.”

There are many people who love Celia. However, they were all people who saw her devout faith and liked her.

There was no one who would like her who was no longer a saint. Even if there was, it was obvious that it would be a rogue boat only targeting her body.

“In the end, it failed.”

Every opportunity given to her was used. Contrary to her expectations, Enerel did not laugh happily ‘all together’.

I didn’t lose all my smiles, so you could say I succeeded, albeit a little. He wasn’t laughing openly haha, but at least he seemed happy when he was helping others.

Still, I didn’t know how long that would last. It was impossible for her to intervene.

“Wouldn’t there be another chance?”

“Humans’ lifespan is short. So far, we’ve gotten through it well, but we won’t be able to find the Demon Dragon.”

“What about Farsi?”

Nerwen had thrown it without much thought, but Celia’s eyes flashed.

A Farseer obsessed with lifespan. Although it is only for her alone, she has already overcome the limits of life.

It’s not comparable to long-lived species like elves and dragons, but it’s because they achieved immortality so wonderfully with the power of magic.

“Maybe?”

It was a farseer who resolutely rejected the request of many people to obtain eternal life by using the overwhelming power of being the owner of the mage tower.

Still, it seemed Enerel could always help him if he wanted to. It was because I thought that the wizard also had the desire to repay the bullying he suffered.

“However…”

Celia looked down at her hands.

Even if Enerel was given another chance, even if Eleanor or Farseer were given another chance, she would not have a chance.

Even if a party of warriors was needed to catch the demon dragon, Celia would not be able to get in the middle. Even if you seek a new cleric, Enerel will not be helped by her.

Loathing herself for thinking selfishly even in this situation, Celia quietly bit her lip.

It’s okay as long as he can laugh. It doesn’t matter who is by his side. It’s okay to die for that. That promise hasn’t changed. Even right now, she could have sacrificed not only her divine power, but also her life.

However, it was unimaginably painful for her to see herself survive without anything, repeating countless times that she was Enerel’s pain.

It’s okay to die. It’s painful to survive.

It is scary that the ugly and pitiful self who could not even become a useful existence to him, become a victim of revenge and burn himself, survives.

Celia stared intently at her cleanly washed white priestly robe, completely forgetting the person next to her.

As if time has stopped.