How a Hero Lives as a Writer

Chapter 78

78 – Interlude: Saint Teresa (2)

Father Simon led the saint to the monastery’s confessional room.

It wasn’t grandiose that it was a confession room.

Because the monastery was old and small, it was impossible to make a decent object.

So, we called the space prepared with desks and chairs where we could talk to each other with only a partition placed, the Confession Room.

I wondered what this would do, but Teresa unexpectedly felt that her mind was at ease.

So she raised her head and slowly opened her mouth.

“There was a child. A child who was abandoned in a monastery was made to worship God and grow up according to her teachings.”

Only God is on her side in this world.

However, the voice does not reach God in the cathedral.

The tall and majestic building makes humans infinitely small, invisible to the creator god who takes care of the earth from high in the sky.

But it’s different here.

Teresa vomited selfish stories of pitying herself, reminding herself of her god.

“One day the child found out why she was raised. She felt rejected, but it was a fate she could not escape.”

Teresa continued her story in a clear tone even as she wept.

“But God must have heard the child’s sobs, and He gave him one last chance at her.”

Summon of the Hero.

“The child jumped out of the cage and flew high in the sky. She has come to realize the beauty of the world.”

She never thought that the days she worked hard to become a paladin in the Holy Kingdom were painful.

The fact that she had to conceive an adult child was just a little distasteful.

But when she came to Oaklea, she discovered a new world.

She

She was no longer able to go back to her past.

“She didn’t want to go back to the cage anymore. She became afraid of the day when her master would come.”

Sooner or later, her holy kingdom will summon her.

Then again she must go back to that gray cage.

She couldn’t stand it.

“There was someone to help him. Contrary to his appearances, he was a being of terrifying power.”

Father Simon realized that the story was about a saint and a warrior.

But since the sacrament of confession was originally like that, I pretended not to know anything and just prayed and waited for her next story.

Theresa struggled, like a frightened child of her own.

“But the boy couldn’t believe the terrifying presence. Because she felt a bad vibe in his gaze.”

I remembered the day I first met the hero.

When the hero saw her body, he reacted with lust for her.

That’s why Teresa couldn’t completely trust the hero.

That was a foolish judgment.

Because being attracted to a beautiful opposite s*x is just a physiological phenomenon.

However, having been confined in a large but narrow cage called Seong-guk, she had never felt such stares until her coming-of-age ceremony.

This is because the Holy Kingdom did not have men around her in order for a female paladin like her to conceive her adult child.

So she was perfect on the outside, but was immature on the inside.

“The boy was afraid. So he decided to play tricks.”

The hero was the most beloved nobleman in Oklia.

Unlike other nobles, he was not an authoritative person, so the residents of Aucklia talked about him whenever they were bored.

Many stories have been told by the residents, but there is one story that has not been heard.

It was a story related to the warrior’s scandal.

Ochlia residents used to talk about the fact that the hero did not accept women because he lacked stamina.

Residents who accepted the story came to different conclusions.

Someone is so busy with work that he doesn’t have time to look back at a woman.

Some people are aristocrats, so they can’t be friendly with women.

There is no scandal because someone already has a woman in their heart.

Someone, someone.

But no one thought that the hero was secretly doing obscene things behind his back.

The villagers all thought that the hero was a righteous and warm-hearted man, but lacking in shyness as a man.

Teresa was inspired by this.

A warrior is a righteous person.

On the other hand, he is a shy person.

Maybe there is a way to use this.

Judging that, she began to devise a way for the hero to save her.

However, the plan was not as easy as expected because of the lack of contact with the hero.

Teresa felt her nervousness as the time was getting tighter on her neck.

Then her last chance came to her.

The hero came first.

Theresa hesitated.

I just saw the appearance of a snake in a warrior who was known to be good to people.

I had an ominous feeling that if I made a mistake, the sharp fangs might pierce her throat.

But the looming pressure of time pushed her back, and she finally decided to do what she had planned.

“He was trying to create a favorable situation and get the answers he wanted.”

Her cathedral is an advantageous place for her.

Showing off her body where the warrior exposed her lust.

On the other hand, a bitter personal history that stimulates the hero’s compassion.

I used all of that to stimulate the warrior.

But the hero was more calm than she thought, and he didn’t put the answer she wanted in her mouth.

Teresa was nervous.

So she decided to take drastic action.

Provoking the hero.

After that, if the hero gets angry and wants to commit something, he will come out strong from this side.

Since the warrior is not shy, she thought that everything would go as she thought.

If it came out strong, it would be easy to subdue it with force.

But that was an illusion.

Teresa felt fear for the first time.

“But he was no easy opponent. The child was left to play.”

Theresa let out her long sigh.

“In the end, the boy got the results he wanted, but he also got his hands on an unnecessary hump. You have to pay the price for trying to deceive someone.”

Theresa shuddered as she remembered what was about to happen.

“Even he knew that when he asked someone for help, he had to trust the other person. But he just couldn’t believe it.”

Theresa bit her lip and bowed her head.

Her story was not a confession.

Confession is an act of confessing one’s sins to a priest and receiving forgiveness from God.

Her story was just a complaint to vent her frustration.

The priest did not bother to point out that fact.

There was no way that she, who had lived in her holy country, would not know about her confession, and the fact that she said these words meant that there were already many people.

So the bride decided to wrap her story well.

“It’s hard to trust someone. It is the same even for a clergy who has surrendered to the faith.”

Teresa decided to listen to what the priest had to say.

“The Creator bestowed wisdom on us when he created Mare. But that wisdom makes you doubt and hurt someone.”

Teresa nodded slightly at the priest’s words.

“Sister, you are only being tried according to God’s arrangement.”

Teresa trembled at the word ordeal.

Because I imagined a future where the hero would make fun of her body.

“At the end of that ordeal, there will surely be salvation. Let’s pray to God.”

Trials, and redemption.

Teresa pondered Father Simon’s words as she prayed to God.

Yes, this is an ordeal.

The ordeal of what happened because I couldn’t trust people.

In order to overcome that ordeal, you have to be alert from now on.

ㅡ Freedom is not free, Teresa.

That’s what he said when he was toying with his own body.

Okay, let’s not expect anything from him.

I am not a princess in a fairy tale, nor is he a righteous warrior who can achieve anything.

Let’s find the path only we can.

Teresa caught up with her shaking heart.

Although it was her own fault in the first place, Teresa chose to blame her warrior’s immorality rather than her own faults after the traumatic incident.

She was going according to the hero’s intentions, and it was also proof that she was still very immature.

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After her confession, Teresa let out a deep sigh as she drank the tea Father Simon had served.

“Come visit us anytime. We may not be able to find an answer, but you will be able to rest your weary soul.”

“Thank you, Father.”

Father Simon decided that Teresa needed some alone time, so he was away.

Teresa drank her tea in a daze and watched the children playing.

According to Father Simon’s words, those children’s smiles were made by the hands of the hero.

If there were no heroes, in the worst case, there would have been children dying of starvation and cold.

‘Anyway, he’s a filthy man.’

I think I heard a story about something in the basement of the cathedral.

However, her head, engulfed in fear, could not fully accept the hero’s story.