181 – EP.9 The Holy Son of Another World-2

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– Crunchy square

The barber made a pleasant sound with the scissors.

Every time his hand moved busily, my unkempt hair fell to the floor.

“……”

It was interesting to see myself changing in real time through the mirror placed in front of me.

I didn’t know it when I was looking like a beggar, but the face line is smooth and the body is underdeveloped.

It is the opposite of the previous dimension, where the lines were thick and the physique was strengthened through training.

‘If I’d paid more attention to my appearance, I probably wouldn’t have climbed the scaffold.’ It’s just such a useless thought.

“Short, please.”

When I said that the hair falling below my ears was very uncomfortable, the barber hesitated.

′′ over there, saint. Wouldn’t it be classy if it was too short?”

The barber hesitated and asked me back.

I don’t know if it’s a monstrous shape, but the length of the hair represents dignity, which is difficult to relate to.

“It’s okay. Please cut it.”

I replied with a slight smile, and then the barber brought the scissors back to my hair.

– Crunchy square

I heard the sound of hair cutting again, and I closed my eyes.

What awaits me after I cut my hair and shave my beard.

The sword the Pope brought me. When I pulled out the sword, there was a strong light.

I don’t know, but it must be the sword that proves that I am a saint.

Of course, I don’t consider myself a saint, but…

Since this world’s system is like that, I don’t think there’s any need to argue.

Even if this side lacks common sense for at least a week, a shield called ‘a saint proven with a sword’ will be created.

What am I supposed to do with those 7 days?

Of course, I need to know about the religion I belong to.

Who is the god this religion believes in, what is the ultimate goal of the church members, and what is the content of the Bible…

Even if you can’t memorize it, you have to know it in bold.

“Are you okay with the shape of your hair?”

A voice doubting whether this was correct came from behind, and I responded with a small nod.

The barber brushed the hair around his neck and set the chair back.

“How would you like your beard?”

“Please push everything neatly.”

“When that happens… Yes, I understand.”

I felt like I was going to add something, but I replied by closing my eyes.

I heard a razor blade set against a leather belt, and the barber skillfully shaved off my beard.

“Saint.”

In the middle of getting a shave, the priest who was waiting on me called me.

I moved my arm slightly to show that I was listening, and as if he saw it, he talked about the next schedule.

“When you’re done shaving, you’re going to get dressed and go back to the cathedral.”

there again? Is there anything left to verify?

“We are planning to select people to assist the Holy Son so that he can stay here without any inconvenience.”

After shaving, I put on my clothes and went back to the cathedral following the guide of the priest.

Across the manicured garden, the priest began explaining things to me.

“Originally, when a distinguished guest came to the Holy Land, the rule was that the number of bishops decided to guide the guest.”

“However, the Pope had the intention that it was inappropriate to serve the saint as a mere honored guest, and it was decided that the saint would directly select someone he liked as an attendant.”

After he finished speaking, he looked at me.

It seemed to see how I would react.

Well…

What is it?

If I can’t choose the right attendants, will they cut my throat and say I’m not a saint!

Tension grips the body.

Oh, if I do this wrong, I’ll die…

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Cathedral returned.

I stand on the podium of the cathedral, where bishops, paladins, and heresy judges gather.

Next to me, the pope smiles benevolently and explains about bishops, paladins, and heretic judges.

The bishop plays a pivotal role in all decision-making here, in the Holy Land.

As a state institution, it is in charge of all administrative, legislative and judicial functions.

Paladins are the role of counteracting attacks from outside the Holy Kingdom.

You could call it an army.

The role of the Heretic Judge is to arrest those inside the Holy Kingdom.

Is the heresy judge about the police?

The Pope referred to these three groups as the head, torso, hands and feet, respectively.

If this is some kind of hint…

Who am I, a saint, to choose as my attendant?

Let’s think about it simply.

What is a saint?

Well, the definition is different for each dimension, but…

People who are revered as saints have something in common.

That’s what morality is.

Of course, if you ask ‘what is morality?’, it will take a long argument that is difficult to explain in a single book…

What I am talking about is the concept of ‘morality’ in general.

Caring for neighbors, being frugal, and not getting angry easily.

Based on this, how should the saint act here?

Yes, you have to show frugality. Commoner-friendly in professional terms.

Choosing the person with the lowest rank seems to be the correct answer.

In that case, it would be right to choose one of the heresy judges.

I hold my breath and turn my eyes to the heresy judges who are watching me.

Everyone looked tense.

“……”

As I was scanning the dense crowd of people, I caught eyes with a woman with a familiar face.

Oh, that woman… she was the closest to me when I first came here.

And the woman who led me to the cathedral.

Realizing that I was looking at her, the woman looked down.

I slowly raised my hand and pointed at the woman.

“I’ll take the one over there.”

“…I understand. Please do as the saint wills.”

While the woman who had been pointed out turned her head around and was embarrassed, the pope nodded.

Seeing that the Pope doesn’t say anything, I must have picked the right answer.