Beloved Tyrant

It arrived at the Daeseongjeon¹. The priest was at the dawn service.

Wearing a veil and sitting in the back seat of the Shinto shrine, he repeatedly sang along to the hymn after falling asleep several times. My turn came quickly because of the small number of people who attended the early morning service. Go to the bishop and remove the veil, and the bishop recognized me and pretended to know me.

The bishop scattered my shoulder once with a whip with nine thin strands of silk. This is a ritual in which a nine-strand whip promises to keep faith in any hardship by mimicking the deeds of St. Maselk, the prophet who prides himself on God until he is poisoned.

As I stepped aside, Tristan, who had been waiting for his turn, came forward and lifted the veil from his head. Tristan also returned to his seat after finishing the ascetic ceremony. The service ended with a last-minute prayer and priest’s blessing. The congregation slowly left. Sitting in his seat in a veil, the priest approached me. I said hello first from my side.

“God is always with us.”

“You do not lose hope. It is an honor to meet Your Imperial Highness at this time. And even Brother Tristan.” The priest glanced back at Tristan. “It’s been almost three years since my brother² left for the Western Front. You look so much like your mother.”

If I remember correctly, that bishop took a lot of money from Aurest. Such an ordinary greeting couldn’t have ended warmly.

“I hope you don’t resemble the greed of being blinded by power and committing treason.”

I knew this would happen. It was always painful to hear insulting Vathorlia. I interrupted the priest’ words.

“That was an impressive lecture. Listening to the word of the Lord, I am ashamed of the days when I was indifferent to faith.”

“It is always a pleasure to see the wandering believers come back. I hope to see you often at church.”

Unbelievably faithful Aurest, I attend the morning mass every week before it’s a big deal, but I was an unfaithful believer whose ending was to reflect on the anniversary.

“In that sense… I would like to reflect on the past and make a separate offering with gratitude for the grace of God.”

“Do it. I will use it for those who need attention and hands.”

I took off the earrings. The bishop watched with excitement as the elaborately crafted expensive earrings disappeared into the offering box.

“Priest. There are people under me who need the grace of God.”

“I heard that Your Imperial Highness the Princess had called the Healing Priest. Unfortunately, the Healing Priests were busy and couldn’t send it.”

You have a cure for Aurest, but you don’t have one for me?

It can’t be.

Either it was Aurest who stopped them, or the Princess, who doesn’t pay money, told them to come, or one of them was the only one.³

The unfortunate side is the age, so it has no choice but to bend down and go in. I laughed softly.

“I understand. There’s always a lot of people who need help, but there’s always a shortage of people who can help. Is it still difficult to get help from a healing priest?”

“Yes, I don’t think so.” I untied the necklace of platinum and diamonds and put it in the collection box. The priest spoke with a cool air.

“But for the sake of a faithful believer, we must make time somehow. Follow me, please.”

I guess it was on the side of money.⁴

The attendants left the church and followed the bishop with Tristan alone. The priest walked along the bishop’s cloister next to the cathedral. I had a subtitle boy who I met, called someone, and guided us to the reception room.

“Please wait a moment.” The priest gave us the Bible and went out. Tristan showed her sincerity to unfold the Bible, but I laughed at the inside of the dazzling reception room. The bishop’s ‘a moment’ was quite a long time.

Only an hour later did the young priest, dressed in crumpled white priestly clothes, rubbed his sleepy eyes into the reception room.

“Huaam… I’m sorry. Um, hmm, will God be with you all the time? I’m the Healing Priest Paels. Which one is in need of God’s grace? Sister’s side? Brother’s side?”

He looked like he had just woke up. Maybe I was mistaken for the time, so I checked the clock, but it was 9 o’clock. It’s been a long time past the priests’ wake up time. He pointed to Tristan, struggling to endure what was almost flagged as to how this could be done.

“This way.”

“Pray brother.” Tristan clasped his hands as if he were praying. The Healing Priest placed his hand over Tristan’s head, bowing down, and moved it gently.

“He took us away and performed miracles, and the rainwater fell from the cloudless sky and drank it. The blind opened his eyes, the sick sang, and the crippled rose.”

A faint light from the healing priest’s fingertips covered Tristan’s body and slowly disappeared. The priest, still sleepy, withdrew his hand.

”It’s over.”

“It’s over?”

“Yes, it’s over.”

I waited for more than two hours, including Mass, but it ended in two minutes.

I couldn’t be more vain.

The healing priest released the bandage from Tristan’s hand. The cut and torn parts were almost healed, with reddish new flesh protruding. Over time, the flesh will subside and the color of the blood will return similarly.

“You had knee injuries. Did you take a leaf out of St. Marselk’s book?”

I didn’t even show his knees, but it was perfect. Although he was poorly dressed, he seemed to be a good healing priest.

“The monks don’t do such a thing. Let’s get rid of our physical hobbies.” Aurest’s sadistic hobbies are a problem, so we’d better get rid of them, too.

“The best treatment is not to get hurt. The apparent wound won’t be big, but don’t overdo it for a while. Eat well, sleep well, and pray well.”

The healing priest, who added a few ceremonial details with nagging, took out his flagpens and notes from his pocket hung from his waist, and asked…

“Eh, so what’s your name? Both of you.”

You didn’t even know the name and identity of the patient you had to treat. Tired of rudeness, I replied irritably.

“Eriness Nisha Tantal.”

“Erine… Eh?”

“This is Tristan.”

“What?”

The therapeutic priest looked alternately at my face and the face of Tristan and the appearance of Tristan, and asked vaguely.

“It’s a rumor that the Blue Knight of the House of Lowenthal signed the slave documents… “

“It’s true…” He replied sullenly.

The priest hesitated as if he wanted to ask more questions, and soon bowed his head, saying, “Go carefully.” We went back to the cathedral and joined the attendants. As I got on the wagon and waited for my departure, I heard a voice anxiously searching for Tristan from somewhere.

“Sir Tristan. Sir Tristan!”

He was the healing priest who treated Tristan. Unable to dare run in a holy place, the healing priest, who had been walking at a trot, stopped in front of Tristan, who had not yet climbed on the wagon, and gasped for breath. He gave Tristan a small pocket and a note.

“It’s a note with medicines and how to use them to help you recover. And, Your Imperial Highness,…” Sitting in the carriage, I looked down at the priest over the window. The healing priest spoke enthusiastically. “If you need a healing priest, please call Paels McKin from the cathedral. I’ll be glad to visit you.”

“Thank you for the priest’s favor.”

“Then go in carefully! Be careful!”

Even Tristan got on the horseback and the horse carriage started. I looked at the distant cathedral. The Daeseongjeon, which was built with donations from believers, was very beautiful. The spire was as high as reaching the sky, and the pieces carved on the back of the flag were lively as if they were about to move.

Aurest has donated countless sums of money to the church every year, so one of the tallest towers could be said to have been built by him. Thanks to this, Aurest was honored to receive a response from God. It was a few weeks after the clown’s body was removed.

One day, Aurest shouted, “I can’t live in the same sky as the youngest of the House of Rowenthal!” and then sent Tristan to the Western Front.

And he went out to the cathedral, donated a large sum of money, and prayed desperately that “Tristan would die on the battlefield.” Perhaps the God was quite impressed by Aurest’s prayer, and the Head Priest, who began to renovate the priest next to the cathedral with a donation from Aurest, made this revelation.

‘Reduce the number of healing priests to three-quarters of a day to the Western Front.’

It was obvious that reducing the number of treatment priests would increase the number of deaths.

Tristan’s safe return seemed a long way off.

However, Tristan’s overwhelming victory in several rounds, let alone being left on the battlefield, has earned the reputation of being a “Blue knight.” God’s will is beyond recognition.

Haaa!

Despite the considerable distance of the carriage, the healing priest Paels McKin was still standing in front of the cathedral. I muttered, looking at the priest who now looked like a dot.

“That priest. He is still haven’t gone. It looks like it was a blue knight’s admirer.” The Celtic, who was driving a horse right next to the covered wagon, said with a smile.

“I’ve never heard of a proest who adores a knight. Most of the priest I met were important to the press.”

“Why?”

“Sacred healing is not all-round, so even though I heard the words that I would lose my body a little, when I turned back, I said that they were forgotten.”

Jikgut was joking and I laughed a little. Celtic Durak’s gentle smile had a faint shade.

“Maybe he adored the Rowenthal’s.”

“Rowenthal?”

“…Yes. Rowenthal’s Vathorlia made periodic contributions to the denomination.”

It seemed to me that I heard the name of Vathorlia more often today. I felt a faint sense of loss and longing.

“It wasn’t a big deal for the Rowenthal’s, but it was a huge sum for a poor priest. I was a believer who paid a lot of money, so I couldn’t help but be in awe.”

Tristan, who was sitting silently on the horseback, opened his mouth.

“Don’t speak so simply.”

“I don’t remember giving you permission to speak.” Celtic spoke in a soft tone. Tristan apologized dryly.

“I apologize for my loss. Your Imperial Highness, may I venture to speak?”

Tristan seemed to want to talk about Vathorlia. There was only an enemy around me, so I couldn’t share my memories of Vathorlia with anyone. I wanted to hear a story about Vathorlia.

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[1] Daeseongjeon: I think this is the name of the cathedral.

[2] my brother: He’s talking about Tristan.

[3] Either it was Aurest who stopped them, or the Princess, who doesn’t pay money, told them to come, or one of them was the only one.: it’s either Aurest was the one who stopped them or they thought that the princess (Erin) who told them to come won’t give them “donation”, these two are the most possible answer as why didn’t the priest had come

[4] I guess it was on the side of money.: Erin thought that the reason why the priest didn’t come is because they knew she won’t give any money.