I’m a Fake Saint But the Gods are Obsessed - Chapter 19

I wanted to say that I’d go first, but things didn’t go smoothly.

 

Reihausd’s golden eyes turned to me.

 

“It won’t take long.”

 

I gave up talking and nodded with an uncomfortable look on my face, and he turned around.

 

Eventually, Reihausd and the priest left the room, then I stared at his back for a long time.

 

I didn’t want to meet him, but after meeting him, I didn’t want to let him go, what kind of situation is that, I wonder.

 

Maybe it’s because there was a more difficult man in front of me. That is a man who is rude just like that before becoming a normal male lead.

 

“I think I have to go back to the temple now.”

 

When Reihausd went out of sight, I immediately told Cass.

 

I felt like I had been entrusted with a guest, but he didn’t need to be held any longer. Yet as soon as I finished speaking, suddenly a blue bird flew out of nowhere and landed lightly on my shoulder.

 

And I could tell it was the Blue Wing I had healed earlier.

 

“Ah!”

 

As I recognized the Blue Wing and thought about stroking its torso, Cas opened her mouth.

 

“Is that a bird that you know?”

 

After thinking for a moment, I nodded. Strictly speaking, it was a bird I discovered today.

 

Then I heard Cass’ voice.

 

“It’s a highly trained bird that doesn’t go to anyone who is not its owner. It’s amazing that you’ve already become acquainted with it.”

 

At Cass’ words, I looked at him with puzzled eyes.

 

“Don’t tell me, this bird. Is it the Marquis’ bird?”

 

He replied with a dry expression on his face.

 

“That’s right. I thought it was almost dead, but by any chance, did the Saintess bring it back to life?”

 

I frowned at that casual tone. Because there was a reflex rejection from his words.

 

“I didn’t save it, but you are saying that you threw away a bird that was almost dying?”

 

Unbeknownst to me, the words of criticism came out of nowhere.

 

The heavy weight of the bird sitting on my shoulder was also the weight of life.

 

As depicted in the novel, he was a highly socialized sociopath.

 

He is a man who judges and measures everything in the world only with capital, and has no interest in the feelings and pain of others. His ability to increase and expand capital is truly an art, but other than that, he seriously lacks emotions… A cold man.

 

Of course, even that kind of personality changed after meeting the female lead, but that would be a long time later.

 

“I decided it wasn’t useful to have a dying bird anyway.”

 

It was a look without any remorse.

 

After a moment of silence, I spoke to Cass in a calm voice. If I ever blamed this man anyway, he wouldn’t understand.

 

“If something like that happened next time, it’d be better for you to kill it.”

 

“Yes?”

 

The sight of a bird dying in a mess stood out of sight. The shape of the eyes that lost their light and the wings that were painfully severed.

 

“Since it would have been better for the bird.”

 

At that moment, if it hadn’t been lucky enough for me to discover it at that moment and use the sacred power, it would have been a bird that stopped breathing.

 

Cass’ eyebrows twitched up and there was silence.

 

Even amidst the tight string of tension, I looked straight into his eyes.

 

“Do you mean with my hands?”

 

It’s a cruel word to come out of the Saintess’ mouth.

 

“Isn’t that a benevolent decision rather than forcing a painful moment onto it without any dreams or hope to go on?”

 

Perhaps that’s why euthanasia exists in modern times.

 

I spoke in a calm tone and then let the Blue Wing that was resting on my shoulder landed on my wrist.

 

Again, I’m not the type of person who is good at dealing with other people’s injustice.

 

But one of the things that even I couldn’t stand was animal cruelty. And it was unacceptable by my standards to throw a dying bird away like that.

 

“I’m glad that this kid is cured anyway.”

 

I stopped speaking and shook my hands, and the Blue Wing that flew away sat down on Cass’ shoulder.

 

“Isn’t it a bird that follows the Marquis?”

 

I could feel the dark eyes looking at me. A subtle curiosity flashed in his eyes and then disappeared.

 

After a while, he smiled deeply.

 

“I think it’s surprising.”

 

It was deep, but the twist that seemed empty somewhere stimulated a strange sense of anxiety.

 

“I mean the Saintess. You’re completely different from the rumors.”

 

It was a disrespectful remark to hear during our first meeting, but I answered calmly.

 

“I don’t know what kind of rumor it is, but I’m curious.”

 

Then I continued.

 

“I’ll go into the temple now, then. I hope you have a great time with the High Priest.”

 

I was angry that he had abandoned the bird in such a way, and regretted a little that I had dropped it too much, but he was a person I would never see again anyway.

 

“See you soon.”

 

“Yes.”

 

And I said goodbye to him inwardly.

 

No, we’ll never see each other again.

 

Nodding his head slightly, he waved his hand as he put on a sculpturally handsome face and a graceful smile on his lips.

 

***

 

I got back to the temple, locked myself in my room, and put my hand on my forehead.

 

My life was too busy with me doing what was necessary, yet I saved the bird and gave Cass unhelpful advice.

 

The answer is Cass is… a person whom I can’t get involved with.

 

Of course, I have no regrets about saving a bird with the sacred power given to me, but…

 

“Anyway, I need to get out of the temple as soon as possible.”

 

I muttered, and the window that had been made transparent for a moment appeared clearly in my view again.

 

[Do you want to receive a reward for completing the achievement of using Sacred Power for the first time?

 

(Yes/No)]

 

Without further ado, I chose ‘Yes’.

 

‘A reward is always welcomed.’

 

Then new phrases started popping up.

 

[The oracle experience increases as a reward for completing the mission.]

 

[‘Oracle LV.2’ is opened.]

 

[The God of Destruction, Ciel, has entered your oracle.] [Garden 4/4]

 

[▉▉▉ ▉▉▉, who couldn’t enter the oracle, becomes angry.]

 

[▉▉▉ ▉▉▉, who couldn’t enter the oracle, sighs.]

 

The level of the oracle has risen. From level 1 to level 2.

 

And another God has entered the oracle?

 

Another conversation came to mind when I looked at the name for a moment and was stunned with a bewildered face.

 

[The God of Destruction, Ciel, congratulates himself on his position in the oracle and blesses you.]

 

At that moment, I felt a strange feeling of a certain wind-like air being sucked through the pit of my stomach.

 

‘If it’s Ciel…’

 

It was obviously the God I was referring to cover up the statue explosion at the Crown Prince’s banquet.

 

I tried to hold the back of the chair with my hand with a sense of hope.

 

“I knew it…”

 

Nothing happened, and the moment I released my hand, I suddenly heard a terrifying sound.

 

In front of me, my eyes widened in surprise, and a chair split in half was horribly folded.

 

‘This book… I’m sure it’s a romance-fantasy reverse harem.’

  

 

It seems that the genre is constantly changing.

 

I was speechless for a long time with my eyes wide open.

 

***

 

Blessings from the Gods usually last for about 3 hours.

 

However, the function of the blessing wasn’t so perfect. Because I can receive the blessing only once a day.

 

‘No matter how much the Gods love me, it’s impossible to bless me more than once a day.’

 

I swung the pen lightly between my fingers, deep in thought.

 

In any case, it is undeniable that the ‘Blessing’ buff is a wonderful feature.

 

And to summarize the effects of the blessings of the gods, it was as follows.

 

  

Lastly, the blessing of Ciel, a newcomer to the oracle, was destructive enough to be said to be invincible.

 

The chair was broken so that it could no longer be used, and I roughly explained to Daisy that it had fallen down.

 

And I soon asked her to bring me hard peanut fruits, which were twice as strong as a walnut shell.

 

After she left, I gripped a hard peanut fruit with one hand, then its skin shattered and the juices of its fruit were thickly smeared on my hands.

 

I carefully wiped my palms with a handkerchief, and put my hands neatly on the dress.

 

Fortunately, I didn’t destroy everything immediately upon contact, and it didn’t cause any reaction, especially when I touched my own body.

 

I don’t know because I haven’t used it on other people’s bodies, but it’s definitely a threatening ability.

 

“In a sense, it’s a great blessing.”

 

The blessings I’ve received so far are wonderful, but I can’t believe there’s the ability to destroy anything I touch.

 

Doesn’t it really look like a superpower in a movie?

 

Even if I went to buy artworks and a monster appeared in the alley, I would be able to protect myself without Dwayne. Of course, if Ciel gives the blessing in a timely manner.

 

It felt like I’m somehow a munchkin (t/n: here it means like an overpowered one) heroine. And with my exclamation, a shy chat window immediately came to mind.

 

[The God of Destruction, Ciel, blushes with satisfaction at your admiration.]

 

Because he is the God of Destruction, I thought of the God like a muscular man, but surprisingly, he seemed like a God with a lot of shyness.

 

Come to think of it, it seemed like a God had come in waiting for the oracle and inflated his cheeks, but was it Ciel?

 

And then, all of a sudden, other phrases popped up in the chat window.

 

[The God of Knowledge, Hessed, enchants Ciel.]

 

[The God of Love, Odyssey, spreads bad rumors about Ciel.]

 

…Excuse me?

 

I said as I looked at the chat window with puzzled eyes.

 

“Don’t tell me you are jealous?”

 

If they had heard my former voice, they would have heard my voice just before, but the chat window was silent.

 

“Or is it about territoriality?”

 

How come the Gods can’t be as good as children?

 

And then I muttered as if I wanted them to listen.

 

“The blessing of Ciel is great, but the blessings of Hessed, Mond, and Odyssey are also really wonderful.”

 

I once watched carefully the solution to jealous children in ‘My Little One Has Changed’.

 

Find the strengths of the jealous child, praise them, and let them feel better.

 

“Of course. They have been very, very helpful for me.”

 

Still, it was the moment I thought that it wouldn’t work because they weren’t real kids, but soon after, my eyes went crazy with the letters.

 

[The God of Love, Odyssey, excitedly asks if it’s real.]

 

[The God of Knowledge, Hessed, wonders who is the most helpful one.]

 

[The God of Art, Mond, asserts that there is no God more helpful to you than himself.]

 

Oh my gosh, you Gods!