To Hell with Being a Saint, I'm a Doctor

Chapter 676

episode 676 the kingdom of gleiman (1)

i woke up in the sunlight filtering through the leaves.

“mmm.”

looking at the ceiling of the tent as i stretched it out, i saw a long stretch of silk embroidered with safflower flowers.

while the days of sleeping on a pile of straw were colorless, the current bed was extremely comfortable.

“did you cough?”

philia, who had been on guard all night, said hello.

“you haven’t been able to sleep, have you? then i get hurt.”

“thank you for your words, but i haven’t felt fatigue since entering the 6th circle. let go of your worries.”

it’s nice to see you smiling brightly.

although she looks young, she is actually not small for her age.

however, because a large amount of mana slowed down aging, it only looked younger.

looking at the rising morning sun, she spoke softly.

“it’s still early, but i’m going to start soon.”

“is it this early in the morning? a little fast?”

“yes. it looks like we’ll have to hurry to enter the kingdom in the middle of the afternoon. after all, this area is unexplored.”

i apologize with a smile on my face.

certainly this area is untouched by man.

due to the nature of the kingdom of gleiman, where the sun sets early and rises early, there was nothing wrong with the monsters rushing around even in the early evening.

philia gave a small nod and left to inspect the wagon. this time, rien and mien, dressed in neat clothes, approached.

“ah, my lord. did you cough already?”

myen is still bright.

“okay. but that’s...”

“ho-ho-ho. i’m about to oil the wagon. the wheels were damaged after two days of heavy rolling.”

he holds up the dirty oil canister in his hand and says.

surely.

even if only a few people rode it, it seems that the crowd has gone because a lot of things have been loaded.

“will it be enough to grease?”

“it’s not long until the kingdom, so this should be enough. rather, how was the bed i made?”

“oh, it was so comfortable.”

soft-

i try to press the bed that is moderately soft and fluffy with my hands.

there has never been a more cozy homestead than this, as the layers of silk block the sunlight and the pleasant smell of grass accompanies it.

“i trained for ten years just for this day.”

what the hell is the kingdom of gleiman teaching its servants?

a moment of wonder.

rien brought a basin full of water.

“i brought you water to wash.”

it seems that the cold stream has been deliberately heated, and steam is blooming.

“thank you.”

ray washed his hands in warm water and wiped his face.

as her messy hair got wet and ran down her face, mien, who was watching her, gave a small admiration.

“does goddess gaia choose adults based on their appearance?”

even if he was arrested for blasphemy in the holy land, he casually spits out words that he would not have anything to say.

“i really wish it was like that.”

ray sighed as he wiped his face with the cotton towel rien handed him.

it has been more than five years since i became a saint.

however, i still don’t know why gaia chose her as a saint.

‘i won’t let you hear that common voice.’

well i gave up now

what would be the point even if gaia gave an oracle now?

after all, he would only talk about venerable priests.

after washing her face, philia had already finished servicing the wagon.

“get into the carriage. i will depart.”

“we will arrive at bourne kingdom before evening. if you would like to stop by the village, please let me know.”

“are you okay. let’s go quickly.”

“you seem to be from another country.”

it looks like a class leader with his head bowed as he goes to town, and on the outside, it looked similar to the greetings of modern middle school students.

“hello.”

let’s bow briefly, the old man laughs.

“it seems that you are acquainted with the knights of the kingdom. my name is villein, and i am the bishop of the croel branch of the demonic church.”

speaking of croel, this is the royal road of gleiman.

if so, the old man in front of me must be at least the head of the demonic cult here.

“nice to meet you.”

he asked for a handshake, so he naturally held out his hand and embraced it.

but at that moment, a thrilling electricity went through my head.

‘this is...’

margie.

it was also a fairly pure magi.

asking for a handshake and pouring demonic energy into the other person, is this old man crazy?

ray filled the mana and pushed the bishop’s magic.

since the opponent used the move first, i had no intention of doing it moderately.

besides, you openly spew demonic energy.

the quality is worse than the woman of the white guard who used to ask for mana.

the moment he was about to produce mana as sharp as a dagger and discharge it through the bishop’s ingenuity.

while talking with the guards, klein and filia, who witnessed the scene, hurriedly ran.

“saint! it’s not possible!”

“it is a misunderstanding!”

at their urgent tone, ray barely saved mana.

“misunderstanding?”

“the greeting just now is just an example of the demonic cult! this is absolutely not an act of hostility!”

klein was quick to defend himself.

fortunately, if it had been a little late, billanes would have been minced meat.

upon hearing this, ray realized that the situation was not serious.

you’re spouting demonic energy, so this is just a yes?

no matter how much i knew that the black room was a gathering place for crazy people, isn’t this too much!

then, what if even a normal person gets caught and dies!

when ray, frowning, tries to protest.

billanes laughed and shook his hand.

“it doesn’t happen as you would imagine. the divine power bestowed by our god is different from that of demons.”

“how could that be...”

what kind of madman would believe that.

just as he was about to speak, demonic energy flowed out of the bishop’s hand again.

even if you feel it once again, it is a pure magi.

the density was high enough to seriously damage the mana load.

because he didn’t trust billane, ray raised his mana so that he could overpower it at any time.

whoop-!

contrary to expectations, the bishop’s magic flowed calmly.

contrary to what i thought would be harmful, it seems to rather make my body lighter.

this feeling is like...

‘it feels similar to the sacred magic of the holy kingdom...’

it was very similar to the divine magic that the priests used to walk.

ray, who looked down at his strangely light body, met the bishop’s gaze.

a

smile forms on the bishop’s face with fine wrinkles.

“because i know the knights of the kingdom, i thought they knew the etiquette of our order. you seem surprised, so i apologize.”

it was so different from the image of the demonic cult he knew.

a soft and gentle tone.

adding to that, he admitted his fault and apologized, so he didn’t even want to be angry anymore.

besides, the bishop himself had spoken.

it’s called ‘divine power from god’.

do you really mean to receive power from the gods like the holy kingdom?

if that were the case, the holy nation that worshiped gaia as the only god would suffer a considerable blow.