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

Chapter 436

episode 436 the made saint (5)

“tell me the truth about what happened. after hearing the story, i will determine that it is heresy.”

at his words, the villagers noticed.

if i were to reveal the things leading up to this, i would have to mention the ‘goblin swamp’, but if i saw the hideous faces of the children engulfed in miasma, the heretic inquisitors might really judge heresy.

“where should i start talking? hmm... there was a swamp called goblin swamp near our village.”

after thinking for a while, the village chief opened his mouth with difficulty.

the heretic inquisitors stood still and listened to his story.

every time the village chief’s story continued, the villagers’ eyes were watered and their anger seemed to fade.

the miasma from the goblin swamp spread through the village.

bandits were building mountains and plundering villages.

as a result, all the women in the village were kidnapped.

when he heard that the people tied up in the center of the village were the bandits’ pawns, the elderly heretic inquisitor nodded.

“that makes sense.”

“i don’t know yet. they say the village has been overtaken by miasma, but look at the village now. even if you wash your eyes and look for the miasma, you won’t see it.”

in response to the young interrogator’s refutation, one of the men said involuntarily.

“that’s what a saint... uhm.”

while talking, when the village chief covered his mouth, he was startled and stopped talking.

however, it was after the heresy inquisitors had already heard the word ‘saint’.

they asked, frowning.

“saint? no way. the saint left his seat for a while. the promise of going to celia has never been heard in the holy land.”

“yeah these guys! if you simply mentioned the name of a saint to escape the situation, the village’s treatment will be decided separately from heresy!”

as their eyes focused on the man who spoke, the intimidated man trembled and explained.

“sorry. he is called a saint in our village. it’s stuck in my mouth for the past few days, and i don’t even know...”

“to call someone who is not a saint a saint! bring that wicked one to the front right now! i will severely punish you so that you will never again repeat the sin of impersonating a saint!”

at that, the village man groaned like a pooped dog.

no matter how much he was their benefactor, they couldn’t stand up to the raging interrogator.

in the end, the man had no choice but to find ray with trudging and weak steps.

* * *

ray, who was taking care of the children who hadn’t woken up yet, left the cabin for a while at the man’s call.

“are you looking for me?”

“sorry. it seems that the villagers are calling the benefactor a saint, and the heretic inquisitor punishes them severely. i couldn’t dare go against it... i had no choice but to lean on my benefactor again.”

the man could not raise his head.

in the meantime, there was a lot of things that i received without giving anything.

he gave food to the hungry and provided a basis for living.

he also purged the swamp where miasma overflowed and drove out the bandits.

it is a benefactor who made them live like humans, who used to live like animals.

thinking that such a person would be dragged away by the interrogators made them resent the weak themselves who couldn’t do anything for them.

when the village man didn’t say anything, ray nodded casually.

“great. song.”

“yes?”

on the contrary, the man was surprised to say that it was not a big deal.

“...it’s not something to say at a time like this, but the interrogator said that he would personally punish the author of anhamuin, who called himself a saint, after seeing what kind of person he was. it’s no small thing. if things go wrong... you may not be all right.”

whoa.

is that what you said?

ray replied with a smile on his face as if to be relieved.

“i know.”

“aren’t you going to run away?”

the interrogator, who had been talking about the villagers gaining weight and not showing signs of miasma, defended the village more zealously than anyone else.

the village chief joined the conversation in a hoarse voice.

“um... then our village is...”

“innocence. we are not here to punish people like you.”

the words are very well done.

the eyes of the aged interrogator looking at the villagers had changed from suspicious to benevolent.

far from punishing the village with heresy questioning, on the contrary, since they served the saint well, they deserved to be rewarded.

since it is a village where a saint lives, it is certain that the grace of the goddess will pour out, but they will be able to help even a little.

“sorry for suspecting the innocent. apologies aren’t enough, but the celia branch’s heretic inquisition will support the village. in addition to food and supplies, we will send priests and priests from time to time to see if there are any sick people. in the process, the inquisition promise not to ask for any money from the village.”

the eyes of the villagers, including the village chief, widened at the promise that was so beneficial to them.

“thank you for doing so, but...”

“would it be okay if i just received it like that...”

“it’s okay, so don’t hesitate and accept it.”

if they do not receive it, they will be in trouble.

the aged inquisitor beckoned with a now hardened expression.

“immediately bring the priest suspected of heresy to the village before me. i must give you a little admonishment.”

“yes!”

“all right!”

the two young interrogators responded courageously.

to dare to touch the village where the saint lives, the liver must have come out of the boat.

if you want to die, you will die alone, so why would you want to drag a normal interrogation into it!

priest osnell, brought in without knowing why, blinked his eyes and tilted his head.

“what are you doing?”

the aged interrogator looked down on him coldly.

“you must have lied with three inches of your tongue.”

“yes? no. the village is really heresy...”

“shut up! originally, the inquisition could not touch the priest who requested the heresy question. however, in this case, i couldn’t just leave it alone!”

it was a famous anecdote that ray overturned the heresy inquisition in the holy land.

since such a saint was holding out in the village, it was impossible to just leave it alone.

as the interrogator and the two young interrogators stared openly, priest osnell shrank.

“what on earth are you doing that for? it is clear that this town is heretical. have you come to see the faces of children suffering from goblin disease?”

at his words, the three of them shook their heads.

“no. i didn’t see it.”

“you don’t have to look.”

the sage himself guaranteed it, so why look further?

it was natural for them, but to priest osnell, it was just tyranny.

“this is nonsense! the inquisition didn’t look at the village and ignored the request for heresy!”

“haha. so, do you have any complaints about yourself?”

“...”

if the interrogator decides, the lower part of the high priest will be robbed.

the priests appointed in silia could have disappeared without a word.

“you are a hot-blooded priest. i saw a priest like you just twenty years ago. although not now.”

he said scary things casually, but hearing the story in front of him made his hamstrings numb.

“go to the interrogation. i think i need to interrogate you for a while.”

if he refused, he widened his eyes as if he would never let him go.

at that, priest osnell lowered his head and had to be taken to the interrogation after them.

even while being transported(?), he did not realize what he had done wrong.