Raising the Saint of the Evil God in the Novel

5 – Episode 5

After finishing a meal that was covered with tears and shame, Mr. Ea said to me while arranging the tableware.

“Do you have anything to do today?”

“Um… Oh, can I use the training ground?”

“…Is it a training ground? May I ask what you are trying to do?”

“I’m going to try to use the power he gave me…”

She keeps correcting her way of speaking to get back to normal and declares that she will practice the power bestowed by Him.

Then Mr. Ea’s face hardened a bit, just like the last time he said hello.

I wonder if he is surprised that he has bestowed power on him.

It’s definitely a surprise.

Until now, his authority was only confirmed in books, and no one could handle it.

“…It is possible. But it’s dangerous, so can I go in with you?”

Hmm… That’s right.

As this is the first power I’ve ever used, it’s true that it’s accompanied by risks.

But does Ea-san have the power to suppress it?

I’m rather worried that I might hurt Ea-san.

Looking at Mr. Ea with a slightly doubtful look, he spoke as if answering my question.

“Since then, as a maid and escort, I have learned many things, such as assassination and healing. It will be enough to save one young lady.”

Is being a maid supposed to be about learning assassination…?

Maybe it’s because I’ve only been living in the church, even today I feel that my common sense is very lacking.

In that case, it is probably correct that maids learn assassination as basic common sense.

If Ms. Ea learned those things, it would certainly be better for Ms. Ea to protect you by your side.

“If so…”

“Thank you.”

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“This is the training ground.”

“Ah, thank you… Thank you. Maybe other people…”

“Yes, I will not let you in.”

Whew, it’s good that there’s nothing wrong with being caught using his powers.

I never thought Ea-san could be this smart.

In the church, because of the verse in the Bible [Do not distort what is said], Nothing is done until I speak first.

So how many times have you been in trouble?

The believers who never left until they were told to do so were really stressful.

I can’t help it even if I get reprimanded immediately for violating a verse in the Bible, but since I’m different from people of other denominations, I decided to be flexible this time around.

Honestly, I like the feeling that Ms. Ea has emotions that are different from those of other denominations.

As we rationalize the special treatment given to Ea-san and enter the training ground, an open field comes into view.

It’s obviously indoors, but it’s spacious enough to be outdoors.

It’s as if you’re in the church’s chapel.

When I am amazed at the huge space, I remember the reason I came here.

Yes, I have come to use the authority He gave me, not to play.

I came to my senses and took out the saint’s clothes that I had hidden in my arms.

To be honest, I really don’t want to wear it, but at least I have to wear it when I pray to him.

Because I was educated that way.

As soon as I picked up the saint’s clothes like that, I suddenly noticed that there was no place to change clothes.

“There is a changing room over there. Please change there.”

As expected, Mr. Ea! I really have a good eye for it.

It would have been nice if all the church members were like Ea.

I bowed my head slightly to the grateful Mr. Ea and headed for the changing room.

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It was a big deal.

“This is… Where the hell is this…”

I got lost.

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This is not my fault.

It’s the fault of the people who made the training ground too big.

It’s definitely a training ground, but it’s hard to believe it’s a labyrinth.

If there’s another thing, it’s that I’ve attacked the labyrinth many times, but I’ve never been able to break through this place.

The labyrinth breakthrough methods learned in the church are really useless.

Even if you move forward with your right hand or with your left hand, you keep coming back to the same place.

At this time, if there is even one living creature, you can offer it as a sacrifice for divination…

I don’t even have that now.

[…Go to the right.]

“Whoop!”

His voice came suddenly.

I was very nervous, so I was surprised.

“Yes, yes! All right.”

For now, gather your heart and go in the direction He leads.

[Left.]

[Go straight.]

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After walking for such a long time, there is a room marked as a changing room.

“Thank you…”

I thanked the person who guided me and went inside to change his clothes.

I felt uncomfortable every moment as the clothes that fit my body slowly draped over my body, as if I was being cut into the existence of a saint, but I couldn’t express it because he would still be watching.

After changing all the clothes and leaving the dressing room, one thought crossed my mind.

‘By the way… How do I get to the training ground?’

Triggering memories.

I can’t get his help this time either.

Slowly, slowly going back through memories.

“…Sniff.”

I don’t know.

Is there a barrier that strengthens the sensitivity of this mansion?

It’s been less than two days since I came to this mansion, and I’m already about to cry for the second time.

[…Ha… Go straight.]

I got help from him again.

I really didn’t want to ask for help.

It’s miserable again.

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As I managed my emotions and followed his guidance once again, a familiar space appeared.

But the other thing is that Mr. Ea has disappeared somewhere.

Did I come too late?

I liked Mr. Ea… But I might hate him.

Kneel in the center of the space and assume a posture of prayer.

Even though I don’t know how to handle an authority, I know the owner of that authority.

Then it is an authority bestowed by him, so it is only natural to obtain permission from him in order to use it.

And the method of obtaining permission from Him is determined by prayer and sacrifice.

But I can’t get any sacrifices right now, so I have to offer prayers.

Now, I offer prayers with movements that I am completely accustomed to.

“Praise the great One who swallows the sun and rules the darkness. We believe that you will listen to our wishes even at this time. Please accept my prayers to you…”

The introduction should always begin with praise.

“Please forgive my weakness and weakness.”

“Forgive me for not showing off your majesty to the world.”

“I have to obey your will more, but please forgive me for ignoring him.”

The second is repentance.

At this stage, words always come out against my will.

The content I do not want to repent of, the content I absolutely want to hide, comes out of my mouth at will, and a sense of satisfaction fills my body.

And the third.

I beg you.

“Great One who hides the false light, give us the strength to resist the false light of today.”

He answered my first request, and a black mist seemed to come out of my body, then it was absorbed again, and my whole body was energized.

“Give us weapons to punish those who ignore the truth.”

The second petition is also mercifully accepted, and the black mist gathers and becomes a weapon, and it hacks through the surroundings.

“Let them escape lies and see the truth.”

And since you have allowed me to pray until the last moment, an incomparably thick fog flows from my body and fills the huge training ground.

“No…Uh…”

I heard a sound that interrupted my prayers for a while, but that much did not break my prayers.

More deeply.

With sincerity.

Prayer continues.

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“You look down on us and guide us, so we don’t know what to do with that grace.

As I let out my thanks one last time, my body collapses as the sense of fulfillment disappears.

“Ha-ja-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha…”

The body sucks up the lack of oxygen.

Wet your clothes by discharging excessive body heat through sweat.

When I pray like this, I offer my heart even if I don’t want to.

No matter how rough you want to be, the education engraved on your body won’t allow it.

And the satisfaction that comes every time you pray continues to increase your dependence.

I don’t want to pray, but I want to pray.

But there is no particular reaction to that.

Because I’m used to it.

How many years have I been suffering from this unpleasant feeling of fulfillment?

Now I’m used to it.

As I got up while adjusting my sweaty clothes, I felt a presence from behind me.

“…Lady. Are you done?”

“Oh, yes.”

“I will wash the clothes. I’ll take you to the locker room.”

Ms. Ea, her eyes slightly relaxed, starts walking in front of her.

Did it get boring?

Well, even in the church, there was no one who prayed as deeply and for a long time as I did.

Perhaps I didn’t get up even though Ea-san prayed all by her side.

Could it be that I came back late from the locker room and kept Ea standing for a long time, making her hate me a bit?

I get a little anxious.

“I have no reason to hate you.”

“Oh.”

How the hell did he know?

It’s a great sight.

It feels like it is connected to me.

By the way, I have nothing to hate.

I feel that my heart, which has become confused due to prayer, is slightly brighter.

“Thank you… Thank you.”