Surviving as a Saint in Another World

probation (4)

Could it be that the words were too far from the image I had built up?

Suddenly everyone was looking at me.

“What do you mean by financial support? Oh, of course, I’ll listen and decide. It’s not like this. If the Holy Son wants it, I’ll give you any amount of money.”

That’s a very good attitude. I’ll never forget that.

“It’s literally. I need money and I’m penniless.”

After saying that, I turned my head away for a moment as if I was embarrassed.

There was an intention to emphasize poverty, but it was actually embarrassing.

Innocent poverty should be enough to be an unemployed unemployed without a single penny. The church believes that saints should be paid a fair price for labor.

“hahahaha, you seem to be making a funny joke, too. How much money do you think the saint who makes the empire live up to now is penniless?”

Perhaps he thought it was a joke to lighten the mood, but the nobleman who laughed it off looked at my face and realized he wasn’t joking, his face hardened.

“You really don’t have a penny…?”

“To my shame.”

“That, Holy Son. After all, people need money to live. Even if you think of money as the source of people’s greed, there’s nothing to say, but not everyone carries noble intentions like you.”

I have no idea what the misunderstanding was, but the aristocrat who made a grandiose misunderstanding emphasized the need for money, trying not to offend me as much as possible.

It’s ridiculous. I don’t know anything else, but I know more about capitalism than you do. I like money too. I just don’t have money, you bastard!

It was to the point where I doubted whether it was a high-level twist or not.

Unfortunately, the aristocrat seemed to think that since I was a saint, it would be impossible if I had no religious beliefs.

“I’m not denying the need for money. I told Haren right away that I needed money.”

“Ah… it was.”

The aristocrat answered that, but was still dubious, and eventually changed the subject.

“Then how much do you need?”

I don’t know that either.

As far as I know, the value of money in this world is that 3 silver comes out if you ride a carriage for about 10 minutes.

“I don’t know that far. How much is the minimum amount to guarantee food, clothing and shelter for the poor and educate them?”

In fact, the first thing I thought of was just giving the poor a decent amount of money.

The easiest and most intuitive.

I don’t have to worry about this and that, I just distribute the amount I want according to the number of people, and the beneficiaries of the benefits will praise the person who shares the money.

but the effect is small.

I decided to help the poor because they already have goodwill towards me.

Of course, if you give money, the favorability should increase, but my judgment is that it is inefficient.

There is no point in sprinkling rice cakes on the caught fish.

In addition, as intuitive as it is, it is easy to cause dissatisfaction from those who did not receive it.

From the poor who are not included in the target of benefits, to the common people who live a life no different from the poor, there will be muttering.

My reputation is spreading and I have a cause, so it won’t be a big problem, but I wanted to keep the noise down as much as possible.

So what I came up with was an extension of the orphanage, the establishment of a building or foundation to help the poor.

Things like an orphanage were already in operation, so it wasn’t a completely foreign concept, but if you wanted to be familiar with it, that wasn’t it either.

In the empire, an orphanage was, in an extreme sense, a place where children who had no guardians were protected and brought up by a specific group or family, while recruiting those who wanted to be useful.

The purpose of the church that established the most orphanages in the empire right away was to manage its image and draw divine power, so it said it all.

Of course, we can say that it is a win-win situation as we feed and sleep children who are about to die on the street, and if we do well, we guarantee their future, but there were really only a handful of children who succeeded like that.

At least, the people who intervened among the commoners and make a living day-to-day were amazing, and most of them spent their lives in Eoyeongbuyeong Orphanage and ended up becoming poor or robbers with a knife after they left the orphanage. It was like

It wasn’t a matter of whether the children had no sense of crisis or were lazy.

From the point of view of the people who run the orphanage, what reason is there to spend time and manpower educating people unless they are a child they want to raise?

In the first place, the orphanage here was not created for welfare purposes.

Of course, even in the orphanage, such children were not raised properly, supplying only the minimum necessary resources for survival.

So, if we keep going like this, a kid who is smart enough to realize that he will soon be weeded out and die is already noticed and selected. Being abandoned on the street without knowing anything about me.

Perhaps this deformed orphanage system contributed to the increase in poverty.

There were three main reasons why I wanted to take this form to help the poor.

First, I wanted to increase the weight class of the poor. If the poor are friendly to me anyway, it is much more beneficial in the long run to increase the weight class rather than increasing the favorability.

Second, it can relatively reduce noise. Of course, there are still people who are dissatisfied with the fact that they take care of food, clothing, and shelter, but among people in a similar situation, ‘I wonder if I am?’ There must have been people who would have the idea. Those people would think one more time before voicing their dissatisfaction. Looking at the exterior, it was similar to an academy for the poor, so there would be less resistance.

Finally, the biggest problem with such a policy was that you don’t have to worry about it. Such a welfare policy is a monster that eats up time and money after all. .If you are a general politician, you can’t be happy.

But I…it’s not my money?

It’s good if you succeed, and you can’t help it if you don’t. Even if you fail, you can say that you worked hard for the poor. A typical ‘intention was good’ shield was also prepared.

So everyone’s expressions changed strangely when he asked for some money to feed the poor.

Everyone looked puzzled as to whether they had heard it correctly. Even the little boy and his friend, who were members of the poor, rather than rejoiced, said, “Why did you do that…?” It was the face that I thought was.

Please don’t look at me like I’m weird? Everyone looks at me like that, so you really think I’m weird.

“I…saint. Just in case, are you saying you need money to help the poor?”

The nobleman asked with a puzzled face.

I nodded lightly, and the aristocrat’s face turned into an expression of disbelief.

“Holy Son, why are you trying to do such a thing? That’s an act of throwing money on the ground. Even if you show mercy to the people, returning is the betrayal of brutes who don’t even know honor.”

I was stunned for a moment to say such a thing so confidently.

Can’t you see your sister, who was talking to the poor people just now?

I looked at the little ones in case they were offended.

And once again, I felt the absurdity of this world.

The children themselves were nodding their heads as if it were quite natural.

Aren’t you poor…? Did you sneak into the church and forget your tadpole days?

“Robin-sama. Ray-sama. Do you really think so?”

When I picked the two kids up and talked to them, they looked at me in surprise, as if they didn’t know they would be called.

The two little boys looked at each other for a moment and hesitated, then opened their mouths.

“I’m not wrong. I’m sure there are people who aren’t like that, but I think there are a lot more like that.”

“I am very grateful for the words of the Holy Son. I think that at least the process of selecting people is necessary if he is going to provide such help.”

What if you say something like that…

As I was thinking about that, the noble continued his words again.

He thought he wasn’t wrong, so his tone was oddly confident.

“These two people are different, too. Just being aware of that makes them eligible to escape from the lower class. But as they said, most of the lower class are different. If you provide education, will the lower class follow the education? “They’re going to do things. That’s their nature. Moreover, who would join in teaching and managing the poor? Buildings, but people will be scarce.”

Wow, I’ve lived my life thinking that I’m a serious non-believer who believes in vocal evil, but these guys are just different. I don’t think I’m thinking of the same person at all? Isn’t it just a beast that was born similar to a person by chance?

If I didn’t want to give money, I’d try to put pressure on them, but I was really thinking that way, so my head went blank for a while.

Wouldn’t it be possible to save someone if you ask the clergy? It’s a problem because there is a lot of biased knowledge, but anyway, they are intellectuals who have completed higher education.

Should I push through? Or should I quit now?

I thought it wouldn’t matter if I failed, but I was a little shaken when I insisted that it would never happen, as if it were natural.

Even though this aristocrat used a lot of blank checks, if he failed after spending a lot of money, he would be reluctant next time…

It was then.

“It’ll be fine!”

Celia, who had been silent until now, shouted.

Naturally, everyone’s eyes focused on him, and Celia, who was a bit withdrawn, began to speak slowly while hesitating.

It was the moment I was wondering if I was wrong, so Celia was happy to support me.

I looked at Celia, expecting what she would say.

“No matter how lowly he is, there is no way he will pass over the grace Ronan-nim gives!”

…yes.

It’s been a long time since I felt like my head was spinning even though I wasn’t in a crisis situation.

The biggest problem was that Celia was really thinking that way, not words concocted to help me.

I’m sure I’m grateful for trusting me, but is this the best direction for trust?

A little… that… fanaticism…

I tried to erase the thoughts that popped into my head.

I didn’t want to think that Celia was stained with such ugly words.

What was even more surprising was that the little boy who had heard Celia’s words looked astonished and discovered an unexpected fact, and his friends and nobles were seriously examining Celia’s words.

Are we right now having a rational and constructive conversation?

“I’m impressed, Saint Ronan.”

In the meantime, the young lady approached me and took my hand and said so.

“Your son is trying to realize what I’ve only vaguely thought of. If you don’t mind, I will definitely make that wish you said come true.”

Why did this young lady suddenly become so spleen?

In a way, it was like saying that I wanted to do my best to alleviate the poor, but all I wanted was to raise the weight class of the poor people who said they were kind to me.

It is burdensome to have such an overestimation.

“I was in the middle of contemplating what to do with the rest of my life, which I had gained thanks to the mercy that Orion had bestowed on me. I was even thinking about whether to leave my family and devote myself to the church.”

“Sister! Didn’t you say a word to me while thinking about that?”

The frightened nobleman said so behind his back.

I am also against that opinion.

Why on earth do you have to make porridge and give it to me?

“But now, after hearing the Holy Son’s words, I realized. The goal that I must dedicate the rest of my life to achieve.”

The young lady’s eyes were much brighter than before.

It was shining.

Really, literally physically, the light was radiating from the body.

It was a common symptom that appeared when raising divine power.

“sister…?”

“Orion-sama also affirms my path. I have never felt so fulfilled in my life.”

Saying that, the young lady knelt down and kissed my stigmata.

I was at a loss as to what the situation was.

We are all the people here, so why do we need to raise our divine power while talking for the visual effect?

In addition, the crude lie that Orion had confirmed the situation was mixed in, but the problem was that Young-ae believed the lie herself.

I couldn’t understand what the situation was.

“Sacred power bloomed because I sympathized with and agreed to follow the will of the Holy Son…”

I was lost in thought as I looked at the aristocrat next to me who kept making incomprehensible noises.

What nonsense is that?

Divine power blooms? You speak like a person who has used divine power for the first time in your life.

I don’t know since when, but the young lady already had divine power inside her body.

So, to the curse of Divinity Reversal…

As I continued to think, I suddenly came up with a certain assumption.

If the lady’s divine power had not yet been revealed in earnest before she was cursed with Divine Reversal, the divine power within her body would continue to disappear due to the Divine Reversal curse, and no one would have noticed.

If I had known that the young lady had divine power in the church, I would have thought hundreds of times more when talking about punishment. Come to think of it, when I was alone with the cardinal, when I told her that the young lady had divine power, I was very surprised.

Then let’s assume that no one knew that the young lady had divine powers of her own until now.

Even after being healed, if not only the people around her but also Youngae herself were unaware of it, there would be no reason for her to decide to use her divine power, so no one might have known about it.

The first use of divine power is often instinctively used when emotions are elevated. But what if there was no reason for emotions to rise because of rest?

Didn’t know you really had divine power…?

Naturally, I thought that the young lady would know about her divine power.

I didn’t explain it to the young lady immediately after I fainted, but I had no intention of hiding that the young lady had divine power. So, when I was alone with the cardinal, I had already revealed that the young lady had divine power.

Of course, it was a natural action, thinking that not only Young Ae herself and her family, but also the church, imperial family, and nobles would know about it.

“I have nothing to say since you prove that the Holy Son’s will is right…”

no.

The young lady had divine power from the beginning. That no one really knew until now? Is that possible?

Surprisingly, if the cardinal had not reported it to the church for some reason, it seemed that nobody really knew about it.

What could be the reason for that? Did you even think that the cardinal had lied about the young lady in order to lure him into a trap on the headquarters side?

“It’s not because of me. Helena-sama was originally a faithful person and already possessed divine power. Now she just learned how to use it herself.”

No matter how much I thought about it, I thought that this was not something, so I hurriedly told the truth, but somehow no one believed it.

“I thought Saint Ronan would say that.”

It’s real! If I was able to grant divine power to others who followed me, I would have trained 100,000 priests, pushed the denomination away, and rebuilt the Holy Empire!!

“It’s true. When I first met Helena, she already possessed divine power.”

“Are you talking about the moment when I was waiting for the day I would die? Unholy enough, I doubted Orion-sama at that time. But at that moment, I was arranged for a second life by the saint, so maybe it was already planned from then on.”

Now even I am confused. Am I? Did I hit the young lady with the divine power so much that the divine power came into her body because of that? Was the order reversed?

“I will definitely repay the grace given by Saint Ronan. Definitely.”

The young lady bowed her head deeply to me, who was confused. Very deeply.

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Looking at the scene, I… decided to just give up.

Give up. It’s easier to give up.