Surviving as a Saint in Another World

Infiltrate (3)

Maybe because I sold Orion, the situation progressed quickly.

To be precise, while the knights and the agent were lost, I proceeded to snatch, saying that I was in a hurry.

There is a fatal flaw that it is not helpful to deal with the church right away, but other than that, there is really no cheat key like this.

After borrowing holy clothes from Priest Reese and finishing their disguises, the group headed to the central plaza.

Even Priest Rhys wanted to accompany the kid, so he took care of the burden at the same time on the pretext that the kid needed a break, and the group was only a nun, a knight, and an agent.

The nun was necessary to infiltrate the church, and the knight and the agent were necessary for my comfort, but honestly, even if there were two, I didn’t think it would be of much help.

It was also the middle of the night, but since almost all of the city’s forces were concentrated near the slums, there was little restraint.

“So… what does sneaking into Central Church have to do with saving Ray?”

The nun asked me that thanks to the momentary leisure I had while heading to church.

Eventually this question came up.

The agent and the knights didn’t seem to have any particular intention of stopping the nun. Rather, they wondered why they were trying to sneak into the church because they knew that I was a saint.

While you’re here, it’s time to lay out a lie made up of facts and deductions in just the right proportions, as if it were the most obvious fact in the world.

“Did you know that devil worshipers hid in the slums?”

“yes?!”

It’s embarrassing to react so dramatically to a question out of etiquette. Is that where you started?

“I guessed that something unusual was going on, but I didn’t know that much. So Robin…”

I looked at the nun, who was trying to understand the situation in her own way, and continued talking.

“There are records left by demon worshipers in the slums. They were clues to Rey and a few other people.”

“The clue points to a church? That’s nonsense. How could a devil worshiper sneak into a church? It’s impossible to go unnoticed.”

It’s important from here. The previous story was a fact that anyone could confirm, but from now on, it’s a delusion.

Even if the church became a monster, there must be a plausible reason to hide Ray, and there must be a reason to convince the church and devil worshipers that there is no direct collusion, and even if there are no experimental subjects in the church, it is not strange.

If you think about it again, the difficulty is hell.

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Let’s put some saliva in our mouth.

“One day someone visits the church. It’s not official. They come in the dark of the evening and secretly ask to see the bishop.”

Everyone’s eyes turned to me at the unexpected home.

“The man desperately asks to see the bishop. Finally, the meeting takes place. The man cries to the bishop for help. He says that my family is under a curse. He is becoming a monster.”

The nun didn’t seem to have a clue yet, but the agent and the Templars realized what the family meant and began to listen to me in amazement.

“The bishop listens to the man’s circumstances and checks on his family, who are said to be turning into monsters. It seems certain that they have been affected by the black magic of the devil worshipers. The bishop is enraged and tries to attack both the man and his family.”

I don’t think you can understand how I know this kind of story, how I can describe it so vividly as if I saw it from the side.

And in the midst of that understanding, the fact that I am a saint will gradually come to people’s heads, leading to thoughts of maybe.

“The man behaves as if he would risk his life and kneels in front of the bishop. He says that whatever happens to him, please save my family. The bishop is shaken by his earnest appearance. It’s the money I’ve saved my whole life, and I’m showing my sincerity.”

In the case of agents, it is even worse. In fact, through the example of their saint, there is an answer to the easy-to-remember me called ‘revelation’.

People’s faith becomes stronger when they think of themselves as having received a revelation rather than saying that it is a revelation.

It’s not a belief that I forced, it’s a belief that I thought of myself.

“The bishop finally couldn’t turn a blind eye to the man’s earnestness and said he would try to heal his family. No matter who sees it, he’s going astray, so he takes him to the most secret place of the church. To avoid any problems, he locks the door of the church.”

In the middle, I also mix in the truth that everyone should know. The fact that the church is actually locked seems to support my claim.

If you think about it coldly, it’s not at all proof that my claim is true, but that doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is that it seems plausible to the listener.

“The bishop believed he could heal the man’s family. That’s why he was brought here. That belief is gradually being destroyed. As the days go by, the mutation continues and the treatment does not progress.”

If I’ve said this, even if test subjects are found inside the church, I won’t think of a direct collusion between the church and devil worshipers.

Basically, you’ve been tricked by them.

However, the archbishop also laid the groundwork for receiving a huge donation, and hiding a devil worshiper, whether he knew it or not, is a serious crime in itself.

This is a bit lacking, so I add seasoning to it so that I don’t become an ignorant victim and buy sympathy tickets.

“Belief in one’s own inability to heal one’s family is tested, and one is tormented by the desire to kill and erase everything without recognizing that it is not normal.”

With this, let’s make sure the circumstances of the fall are clear.

I stopped talking here and rechecked what I had said.

I don’t think the archbishop is a proper guy when I see the church being overshadowed and not even peeping out even when people are in trouble, but just in case you don’t know, it’s easy to respond to any situation if you imply that he was originally faithful but corrupt.

Is the Archbishop a good man? He overcame corruption with his faithfulness!

Is the Archbishop a bad guy? He’s corrupted after all…

The test body is alive? It is the evidence that supports all my stories.

No test subjects? Oops… After all, we were late, so the archbishop and the devil worshipers started working.

By any chance, the test object is found somewhere else? You stole the test object one step ahead of us, but luckily you caught it.

…on second thought, perfect.

I can’t come up with a more perfect story in my life.

The only person who can refute this novel is the Archbishop, whom I have named as the party, but if I get to that point, I have already won the battle.

Will the power of my remarks, which ran straight after clearing out the devil worshipers, or the power of the archbishop, who was stuck in the church?

Whatever the truth, at least the Archbishop of this church could be blown away.

The knights and agent, who had been holding their breath inadvertently, let out their breath as soon as my story was over.

Only the nun was still looking at me with a worried expression.

“I don’t understand. The man’s family member is Ray?”

“I don’t know what Rey-sama looks like. I don’t know if he’s Rey-sama or not. I just know that there are people hidden by demon worshipers and they were in this church.”

Actually, I don’t even know that, but based on the story I spit out now, it is.

“Didn’t you just say it was to save Ray?”

“If Ray-sama is not among those humans… Ray-sama has already left for a more peaceful world.”

I don’t know anything else, but I think this is pretty credible. I don’t know if it was moved when there were only a few test subjects left, but if there was enough room to keep them in different places, the devil worshipers wouldn’t have been huddled together in the slums in the first place.

At my suggestion, the nun was silent and confused for a moment, then asked me again.

“Can you prove that all of this is true? The Archbishop did his best to cover up the situation. But you speak as if you saw it from the sidelines.”

Of course, I can’t prove that it’s true. I’m also a person who is curious about the truth.

For this moment, I worked hard to put on the infinitely pitiful-looking smile that I secretly practiced earlier.

“There is no evidence that this is true. I’d rather all this be my delusion.”

The nun looked at me in bewilderment.

If you don’t want to believe it, don’t believe it. But according to common sense, I have saved a child from a slum where demon worshipers rampage, and I trust Priest Rhys, so why do I need to tell you such a lengthy lie? It’s ironic that there really is.

Instead of continuing her logical questioning, the nun quietly turned her head forward.

Just in time, the central church was showing up.

“Wait a minute.”

The nun’s telepathy was limited to being within a certain range, so when the church began to come into sight, she frowned and began to focus on something.

“Saint. If that happened, you should have told me right away.”

That’s right, when you’re in the slums, you have to deal not only with yourself, but with everyone else, including the commander of the knights.

“It’s not too late now. Call the people and storm the church.”

That’s why I came here and talked about stopping that.

“If this becomes public opinion, at least all the innocent people belonging to that church will be swept away.”

“It’s a sin enough not to notice that a demon worshiper has lurked.”

“If ignorance is a sin, wouldn’t it be a very sad world?”

“…Unfortunately, that’s still the world.”

The agent continued to speak as if devouring something in anger. The fact that he was shaken was obvious.

I added an extra hit.

“Most of all, if the church uses the holy law to hold a sit-in, time will be delayed.”

“It will open eventually.”

“In the meantime, those who were brought in might die or be completely corrupted.”

“There are always sacrifices unavoidable in fights like this.”

“At least it’s right in front of me, but I don’t want to give up for that reason.”

“You are too soft.”

“It’s something I hear often. Actually, I’m on the weak side.”

“I’ve never seen anyone more stubborn than a saint.”

“That’s a funny joke.”

“Let me tell you one more funny joke.”

The agent, who had given up on everything, suddenly looked at me with a smile.

What is it, did I go crazy from working too much overtime?

“This is really the end. The moment I leave the church, I’m going to stun the saint so he can’t say anything anymore and take me to the academy.”

…strange. Doesn’t look like a joke at all.

“Funny… is this a joke?”

I tried to answer that, but the agent didn’t answer this time and just laughed.

It’s a joke right…? isn’t it?

“Everyone, stop chatting and follow me. I’m heading to the door that my sister left open.”

The agent didn’t answer until the end, and immediately took me and started following the nun.

No, are you kidding? Answer!

…

Fortunately, no time was wasted explaining the whole situation to the nun’s sister once again.

It seems that telepathy is more efficient than I thought. In that short span of time, the nun was aware of our situation, as if she had already had enough conversations with her sister.

With my sister’s permission, we circumvented the divine art and entered the church very easily.

“It’s been a while…Rosetta.”

“…that’s right.”

Ooh, I’m dying of suffocation

The older sister’s side felt apologetic, self-defeating, longing and affection toward the younger sister.

It was a sister who was forming a complicated and delicate relationship.

Should we just work at our workplace?

“Thank you for your help.”

When I spoke to lighten the mood, the nun’s older sister turned her attention to it and nodded slightly before bringing the subject to the discussion.

“I’ve heard the general circumstances. To be honest, it’s hard to believe, but it’s hard not to believe that you trust Rosetta and that Priest Reese believes you too.”

Basically, he said that he would believe the story without any persuasion, as if his trust in his brother and Priest Rhys was very high.

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Less time wasted on persuasion.

“But…I don’t know where the Archbishop could hide those who became monsters.”

Everyone looked at me with silence.

I don’t even know if I looked at it that way.

From now on, it’s just a repetition of nogada.

Would you be glad that I shortened the time for no reason?

In the morning, before full-fledged priests are active, the secret place must be found.

At least a plausible secret location.

In fact, there was a part that I believed in this to some extent.

How could it be possible that, in addition to the holy magic, thorough people who saw themselves built a building of such an enormous scale without making a secret escape or hiding place?

Originally, there is no place where dust doesn’t come out after shaking it off. Needless to say, it’s a church or something like that.

Now everyone, turn on the light in your eyes and start moving!

* * *

“Damn…what are we going to do now! I didn’t believe bugs like you guys!”

“You have to say it right. Isn’t it you who accepted our proposal just because you wanted to live?”

“If you’ve received an offer, you’ve got to do it! I’ve already paid you for it, you gutter rats!”

“Who said you wouldn’t honor the contract?”

“Now look at the tail outside. Aren’t all of you pathetic bastards dying! How the hell are you going to fulfill the contract, you incompetent bastards!”

“…Be careful with your words.”

Inside the dark stone chamber, a few people gathered together and were spitting out high voices with each other in great rage.

Among them, the middle-aged man seemed to be the most excited, and the five people gathered on the other side responded as if they were not the same, but they were taking care of the papers piled up in the stone chamber with a look of nervousness.

The moment the middle-aged man tried to let out another high-pitched voice, feeling as if he was ignoring him.

“Ugh! Archbishop!”

A man standing frightened behind the middle-aged man made a sound that sounded like a wind blowing.

“What is it all of a sudden? Can’t you see what I’m talking about?”

“Bo, security spell has been disabled.”

“…what?”

The middle-aged man who was angry at the man’s words, as well as the men who were still carrying papers as if they didn’t care, stopped moving and looked away.

“…Didn’t you say no one knew about this place?”

“It can… it can’t be…”

While the middle-aged man was devastated, a small voice began to be heard from far away in the stone chamber.

“What kind of guy has so many secret rooms? Is this a church?”

“Yeah…I’m a little surprised too.”

The voices of women who feel a little bit childish even feel carefree.

“A place that no one knows about after providing a place for a young priest who enjoys night walks to be found out?”

Hearing that voice, the five people inside the stone chamber each took out their hideous weapons and raised their gloomy energy to prepare themselves.

He intended to kill everyone the moment he opened the door to the stone chamber and entered.

The voices, which had disappeared for a moment, gradually approached and began to approach the entrance of the stone chamber.

“Is there a door here? Is it locked?”

“Well… let’s open it.”

The moment when the footsteps completely stopped and the men raised their tension to the highest point in a carefree tone.

bang!

Instead of opening the door, it was smashed and a light that brightened the dark stone room for an instant swept through the inside of the stone room.

Two of the five people standing near the door could not escape the light and died.

As soon as the remaining three realized that they had already been caught, they immediately prepared to continue the attack, but even that was a step too late.

Before I knew it, the figures who came in scattered and attacked the three people each holding a weapon.

The middle-aged man, who was confused by the scene that quickly turned into a mess, lost his gaze to In-young across the door, who did not participate in the fight like himself.

A pair of white lights were staring at him in the darkness, where even his own body was hard to distinguish.