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

Chapter 703

Episode 703 Stop Fire, We’re Allies! (2)

For a while, the bishop and priest’s weeping continued without knowing how to stop.

Originally, she would have cried until she was exhausted, but thanks to Clemento’s scent, she was able to come to her senses.

Wiping away the traces of tears with a wet towel.

She lowered her head.

“…”

The reason why he doesn’t open his mouth is probably because he knows well that it is meaningless.

Ray, who had prepared refreshments in the kitchen, set them down on the antique table.

“Drink while warm.”

“…”

Dori Dori.

Cracked lips from not even drinking water.

Messy hair flows down carelessly.

Black veins were still visible on the lightly see-through chest, so from the outside it looked like an undead.

The bishop, who hadn’t said anything for a long time, spoke with a trembling voice.

“Will I just… die?”

He raised his head slightly and met her empty eyes.

blurry focus.

Inside the empty eyes, there was an empty heart similar to that.

To be honest, she seemed to have no will to live.

I was worried that if I put a sword in my hand right away, I would not commit suicide.

Ray shook his head slowly.

“Don’t make hasty decisions.”

“…but I don’t have the strength to stay alive anymore.”

Not even being able to explain the reason only strangled her heavy heart.

At that, Ray quietly opened his mouth.

“It’s not enough that you killed your own flesh and blood, are you trying to kill yourself?”

“……!”

The startled bishop turned his head and looked at him.

Ray spoke quietly.

“Your father would have taken it. It was to the point that I ended up turning my daughter into an undead because I was too eager to save her.”

That’s why even more.

He must have tried to hide her deep inside the Demonic Church.

If she ever became known to the Wizards Association or the Holy Kingdom, she was destined to be branded as an undead and die.

Perhaps, on the contrary, from his father’s point of view, he would have been relieved to have killed himself and been given the position of bishop-priest, succeeding the bishop.

The bishop asked in a trembling voice.

“How can you do that…”

“There is no flower that blooms without being shaken. Thank you for giving me life. Because there are more people dying in this world even if they want to live.”

After clearing the teacup, Ray stood up.

“Don’t make the life your father gave you ugly any longer.”

at his last words.

The bishop, who pursed his lips as if he had something to say, soon closed his mouth.

* * *

When I woke up, a refreshing scent I had never smelled before and the sharp scent of black tea filled the room.

I feel like my head is clearing somehow.

Things that had happened yesterday began to come to mind one by one.

That moment.

A familiar face next to me handed me a wet towel and said.

“It is still cold. Putting it on your forehead will help.”

Let’s take the wet towel.

I felt the coldness I felt at my fingertips, somehow frightening.

“Ugh…”

It was unsightly.

Because it’s tacky to see yourself covering your face and shedding tears.

It’s so ugly that I can’t stand it.

Even so, he himself is undead.

It is a mere monstrous being, but if it is not ugly, it is even more strange.

As I thought so, it hurt as if a part of my heart had been torn off.

“Will I just… die?”

It’s not something I said out of anger.

Even if he is no longer alive, he is nothing but harm.

I was definitely thinking that in my head, but on the other hand, there was a hidden desire in my heart that someone would deny it.

I want to be comforted

I want to be encouraged.

Maybe it was because of that feeling that the coldness of the wet towel he handed to her felt frightening.

soon he says

“After you killed your own flesh and blood, are you trying to kill yourself now?”

In my heart that wished for warmth.

he drew the knife

“Your father would have taken it. It was to the point that I ended up turning my daughter into an undead because I was too eager to save her.”

A one-way conversation ensued.

How the hell did the young man in front of him know what was going on behind the scenes?

Also, why are you treating me so harshly? My head is confused.

He said as if to not be fooled.

“There is no flower that blooms without shaking. Thank you for giving me life. Because there are more people dying in this world even if they want to live.”

The tears that I couldn’t stop until just now stopped flowing.

The steaming black tea has already cooled down as soon as it cools down, and the precipitate has settled to the bottom.

After tidying up the teacup I drank, he said as he left the bedroom.

“Don’t make the life your father gave you ugly any longer.”

A sword was stuck in his chest.

The heart must have already died, but somehow the pain is conveyed intact.

My heart was bleeding and I fell.

I wanted to shout something at his back as he left, but my body wouldn’t listen.

The mouth does not open and the legs do not move.

All I could feel was the excruciating pain.

I grabbed the towel he gave me.

Time has passed and now the towel has become lukewarm.

It wasn’t as cold as it was at first, and strangely, it didn’t feel scary anymore.

* * *

The messenger of the royal capital delivered the order.

At the same time, the armed groups of the dark side, which received instructions from each region, began to move.

“Expel the Demonic Church.”

“This is an order from the superiors. You can’t have any doubts.”

The hierarchical order of the black room was indeed simple.

Top and bottom clothes.

Because of that, the heads of armed groups who were suspicious of them had no choice but to act as instructed.

Naturally, the order of the royal capital came down to Cheongsadae.

The Cheongsadae, which was disguised as a worker, started moving immediately after receiving the order.

A branch of the Demonic Church located on the outskirts of the Kingdom of Greyman.

They, who had been avoiding their body due to the public sentiment, were horrified by those who suddenly came.

“Who are you!”

“What kind of guy are you!”

The guards who stood guard brandished spears and swords.

It was a quick response as if the usual training went well, but the opponent was not good.

Among the armed groups in the Black Room, it is the Blue House that is second only to the janitor.

It was not a skill that could allow the attack of mere mischievous people.

Chaeeng-!

Kaaaang-!

“Quaaaaagh!”

“Whistle the whistle! It’s an intruder!”

Screams rang out from everywhere.

As the quiet hall became covered in blood, several priests who sensed the commotion came out.

“What’s going on!”

“It’s a s raid! Avoid!”

“omg!”

The priests didn’t even have time to look at the situation.

The black men’s swords flew at their necks.

“Cuck!”

“Aaaagh!”

The skill gap between them was obvious.

It’s like he didn’t even realize how he died.

The priests could not even respond and collapsed like autumn leaves.

When it seemed that the outskirts of Eolchu had been cleaned up, the leader of the Cheongsadae shouted.

“Clean up this place and go up to the royal road. Don’t let any of them escape.”

“yes.”

“yes.”

At the same time as the answer, the backs of those who tried to climb over the fence and run away cracked.

The soldiers have already been sorted out.

All that was left was a group of powerless believers.

‘I knew when I would throw it away.’

Time is sooner than I thought.

I don’t know what the upper part was thinking, but it didn’t make much sense to throw away the sweet water without drinking more.

When the wind and blood blew and no one could feel the presence around, the captain raised his hand.

“Once it’s sorted out, we move.”

“yes.”

“yes.”

* * *

Bad news was coming from nearby the capital.

Branches of the Demonic Church are gradually disappearing.

Even in a city that was famous for its good security, the Demonic Cult was cut down in the middle of the night, so rumors soon spread as they spread.

In a bar, two men exchanged drinks and had a conversation.

“Ah, did the people who climbed the roof choose only the demonic cult to kill them?”

“No matter how much the Demonic Cult is said to be scoundrels in the world, do they have to go so far as to kill them in the royal family?”

“This person is true. You haven’t heard the news yet? Didn’t the Demonic Church almost kill the guest invited by the king himself this time in the night?” “Is that really true?”

“Am I even lying about this?”

“If that statement is true, it makes sense to catch the Demonic Cult in the royal castle. Tsk tsk, why did you touch such a person?”

“That is what I mean. Why would he do such a thing without the demonic religion going mad? I heard that a guest of the kingdom tried to attack the bishop.”

The man across from him frowned as he saw his friend talking while eating snacks.

“Isn’t that what you deserve to die for?”

“Who wasn’t? Apparently, the royal family needed an excuse to throw out the Demonic Cult.”

“They say there are more of them. Only the Demonic Church became pitiful.”

Rumors went beyond being misrepresented and were being betrayed altogether.

* * *

Rumors that spread in the capital reached the castle through the ears and mouths of the soldiers.

I don’t know who is getting rid of the Demonic Cult, but the rumor that it was the work of the royal family was never a good thing.

The nobles also voiced their concerns about this.

“If this continues, it will be like the royal family has eliminated the Demonic Cult.”

“The nobles who expressed their dissenting opinions at the last meeting will protest.”

Of course, they would explain that it was not something they planned, but it was unclear whether they would easily believe it.

What’s more, this aspect doesn’t just end with a fight between the king faction and the aristocratic faction.

This could have been an opportunity to separate the chosen people faction from the common people faction, who expressed their opinions at the last meeting.

“Things are getting complicated.”

“It is my hope that the power of the Demonic Church is weakening… but I can’t see it as a particularly good situation.”

ha.

The nobles gathered in Daejeon sighed as one.

“Starting today, we will hold talks every evening. I would appreciate it if all of you could attend without missing a seat.”

As if someone else had said it, the person who organized the meeting was the Marquis of Veltio, who had a great reputation as the Minister of Finance.

The aristocrats, who wanted to withdraw their feet soon, had no choice but to bow their heads crying and eating mustard.

“I am honored to have invited you.”

“Since His Excellency the Marquis wants it, it’s only right to leave the time empty.”

This constituted the personnel of the conference.