Chapter 214 (1/2)

The believers who pray for a holy woman and a god who does not have it. This group, the head who had manipulated the saint disappeared, and it was in a state of dangling. But the believers do not know it. Because they believe in only the holy woman and the god behind it.

“My elder brother ran away, and let’s run away also the saint woman. There will be no crush when the army comes, such guys.”

The boy who runs together with the mountain teacher proposes to the saint. There is no reason to stop here. The business here is over. I will find the next duck, but if I am not alive I can not start.

“Are you alone?”

“Oh, I run away, but I’m having a bad taste.”

“I’m not looking at you, you’re going the way to live without jealousy.”

“You know how to live like that.”

“You can learn if you live. You can always try again. Come on, you should go.”

“What does the saint do?”

“I will fulfill the duty of liar”

“Aren’t you a lie to a holy woman?”

“Because I took on a stick”

Without any evil she said that. Surely half of the people here would not have been in such a place without her. She was the only real one. Even God and Scripture are lined with eighty lies, but only the saint was real.

In a sense, it can be said that the cat reached a catastrophe because there was a real thing.

“There are people who can not live without a lie.”

The saint looks at those who pray to God in the cathedral. There is no more to it than that. There is no way for God to live but only for the saints. There are various reasons, such as those who have lost important things, those with weak bodies and those who have become a family member’s bow, those who lost one leg and lost their jobs in war.

Who can say to them to live strongly? Who can say, for example, be strong.

“If so, I will lie to you. It will lie to me, I hate you.”

The saint was shaking. I intended to make a decision. Die with them, the role it has set for them. Zulu who says that only you survive. There is nothing to be done. should not be done.

Then I was sure that I could never see the innocent and beautiful boy again. More than this, it is dirty-

The door of the cathedral opens with a loud noise. A brave saint. The boy of Mishita prepared to run away to live. But what was there was a breathtaking, sweaty, young man of one year. A neat look, a blond eye, a saint opened eyes.

“M, water, please. After, a chair”

“Well, please”

“Thank you. I was really tired. I was strong, two of them.”

A man sitting and drinking, drinking water and closing his eyes. It is a great Noh weather atmosphere that does not know what happens from now.

“Is the left foot tendon sore? There is a dull pain in the right wrist. The neck seems to have overturned. Well, have you overturned yesterday yesterday?

“Are you Werkin?”

The saint asks the man who closed her eyes and confirmed her condition.

“Yeah, yes. I have confidence to stand next to you, so I came to pick you up. Let’s go with me.”

The believers roar. A man who suddenly appears says to take away the saint from them. Such things can not be forgiven. However, there is no sign that the pressure of a man appears in the atmosphere of a man as a fragment of a complaint. The strength smashed everyone in here.

“I’m sorry. I can not go.”

“Why? I don’t like me?”

“No Welkin. But I am with these people. So I have to be.”

He will not know. It is inclined to settle the plan.

“Oh! Well I see, this is my home. Then I will live here too”

“… No, I’m Welkin. It’s no different from the old days. Ah, it’s not like it’s a big deal, but … but this time it’s not. Here comes the army. Scary people are here.”