A VR Travel Story That Makes You Want to Be Humiliated

Chapter 62: Meeting and Reunion (2)

Although the voice was forced down, it was clearly a female voice.

When a voice rang out for the first time in the quiet carriage, all eyes were immediately drawn.

"..."

The woman wearing the hood down said nothing again after that one word.

Still, the man who was reaching for my arsenic pulled his hand away when his gaze was focused, so from the woman's perspective, the goal must have been achieved.

Although I was a little disappointed that an event that was supposed to provide some temporary enjoyment during a boring carriage trip ended in vain, I was now more curious about that woman.

I still couldn't see beyond the hood, but I nodded my head and expressed my gratitude.

The woman also nodded her head slightly.

It looks like he's looking this way.

– Rumbling.

At that time, the carriage shook violently and the inside of the hood appeared for a moment.

Because it was only a moment, I couldn't see it in detail, but I could still tell that she was a beautiful woman with distinct features.

Why does such a beautiful woman wear a deep hood?

No, I know that in a world with such poor security, being beautiful just by itself can be a source of trouble. It's a waste.

But we are not in any relationship. If I had to be honest, I was in debt, so I couldn't tell others to do this or that.

One incident passed, but there was still a long time left. I'm bored, but I guess I have to wonder why I have to hide that pretty face with a hood.

For your information, the reason I thought she would be the most interesting was that this woman was also royalty somewhere and was moving around while hiding her identity.

And I remember and recognize Flora, whom I saw at a diplomatic post somewhere when I was young. From there, the adventure story with Flora as the main character begins.

... What. Of course, that didn't happen.

We arrived at our destination without incident. Unfortunately.

...

I boarded a carriage at noon and drove non-stop, arriving around sunset.

If time is like this, there is one thing to do first.

I found a place to stay with Flora, looked up information about delicious restaurants, and finished dinner.

What should I do now?

It's still too early to go to bed. However, if you go to see the saint now, the temple will not be open.

Other stores were also slowly closing, so there was no point in shopping...

Should I just skip the night?

When I was worried, Flora spoke to me.

"Soira. "Can I ask you something?"

"Huh? Okay. "What is it?"

"What does the saint do?"

"Huh? "There were no priests in your kingdom?"

"There was. But I don't know much about the title of saint. "I guess it's just that he's a high-ranking person?"

"But. Usually that's enough. Hmm... How should I explain it?"

"If it's difficult to explain, it's okay to do it later."

"No. It's not that difficult. Okay. "You know about God, right?"

"I know that."

God really exists in this world. God of life, god of nature, like this.

And for the part he is in charge of, he can truly demonstrate almost omnipotent power.

The god of life can save a person who is on the verge of death as long as there is still life left, and the god of nature can turn a completely charred forest into a dense jungle in an instant.

How is that possible?

Actually, it's God, he's an NPC with administrator authority in this game world.

Do you think people are going to die? Just change your stamina level to the maximum.

Did the forest burn? You can roll back to before the burning or overwrite it with data from the jungle.

An entity that has the authority to modify data. To a being without authority, he would appear to be nothing more than a god.

And the gods have more information than ordinary NPCs, so they also know that this world is a creation.

Instead, I believe that it was the Creator God, not the game program, who created the world, but whatever. It's not that different.

The gods think of themselves as managers of the world with authority delegated to them by the creator god.

And thinking also means that you have your own ego.

"A saint is a human being who was directly chosen by God and can communicate with God."

"Oh, oh... "

"I didn't understand this properly."

"Lol... Yes."

"Now look. Does this mean that the religious order exists to serve God? But there are people who can communicate directly with God. What will happen?"

"Uh... Should I ask you to tell me your story?"

"That's right. Or you could make a wish, or ask a question and try to get an answer. Anyway, there are a lot of people who want to communicate with God through saints. But there is only one saint per church."

"Ah. Then she will come to power?"

"Yes. I understand that well. And since God wants to take care of a saint who can communicate more than other humans who cannot communicate, her divine power cannot be compared to that of other priests. So, he is a very great person with power and strength."

"I see! Uh... "

"Why? "Do you have any other questions?"

"Then how do we meet such an amazing person?"

"Hmm... "

Actually, I'm worried about that too.

Would a saint really meet someone like us? Even if she meets me, will she even curse me?

"I don't know either. Let's go first. Wouldn't there be some way if we go to the temple tomorrow? If not... Let's go and think about it then."

In the worst case, even if she is not completely healed, if she is healed periodically, the curse will not be restored to an unbearable degree.

However, in that case, it costs too much money, so I want to do it completely if possible.

Of course, you won't know unless you go tomorrow.

After chatting with Flora about various things on the bed, I went to bed at the right time.

Morning.

We woke up earlier than yesterday, when we were scheduled to leave the city, and came to the temple without eating.

Because I couldn't think that we would be the only ones who wanted to meet the saint.

Even so, I guess my thoughts still went away.

They said they would show up early, but the temple door was wide open and the front of the temple was crowded with people.

This. I think it's already too late.

When people gather, street vendors naturally follow. I decided to have a quick breakfast at the street vendor set up like that.

There were so many people anyway that it didn't seem to make any difference if I went right away or late.

One person waited in line, and the other spent time buying and carrying snacks.

As expected, there were many people who came to meet or see the saint.

How did I know that there were quite a few people who were dragged away in front of me while begging to see her saint?

There was a typical aristocrat who got angry and asked if he knew who I was, and there was also a faithful church member who said he would donate as much as he wanted to the temple and asked me to at least see him.

The former was dragged out by the knights sent by the lord to manage the crowd, and the latter was politely explained to wait as the saint's sermon was ready.

At least they don't want to block it.

And then my turn came.

"I want to meet the saint."

The receptionist's expression was the same when she heard what I said, but I could feel the feeling of 'again?' From her expression.

"I'm sorry, but the saint does not accept requests for personal meetings."

"I know that. I am under a severe curse that cannot be healed unless I am a saint. "How, is there no way?"

"Even if you say that... "I don't have the authority, so there's nothing I can do."

"Then can you at least convey the words?"

"That is... "

The receptionist looked troubled, but I wasn't just recklessly telling the truth.

Here, it's a game.

It's an in-count chance with a heroine who is obviously a saint, but it's really impossible to meet her.

No matter how difficult it is, there must be at least one way.

When you have a fight with that kind of belief.

"What's going on?"

"This person here keeps... Oh, saint?!"

"Saint?"

A woman appeared behind the reception desk.

Accompanied by a group of knights wearing stylish armor.

The receptionist also said that, and given the circumstances, this woman must be a saint.

Above all, that large pocket of sacred power proves it.

Look. We can meet. I thought there must be a way?

"Sister, I'm sorry, but no matter how you say it, personally... Huh?"

After hearing the situation from the receptionist, the saintess, who was about to gently decline, suddenly stopped.

He looks very surprised and looks at me, Flora, and the receptionist in turns.

"Why are you doing that?"

"Ah. Ah... It's nothing. Huh. I cannot meet you personally. Please understand."

"Is that so... "

"Well, by the way!"

There is nothing you can do if you have been told directly by yourself that you cannot do it. I guess this wasn't the way to go. As I turned around and was about to leave the reception area, the saint spoke urgently.

"If it's necessary for official duties, I can meet you. If it's okay with you, could you speak to our knight commander?"

"Yes? Yeah... "

What. What's going on?

While I was panicking about something unexpected, the woman who was right behind the saint heard something from her in a whisper, and she approached me.

"I am the knight commander. "Can you give me a moment?"

"Uh. Yes. Of course."

In any case, it is a good thing if you can contact a saint.

She introduced herself as a knight leader and was about to follow the knight when someone else interrupted her.

"Now, wait a minute!"

Who is it this time?

When I turned around, there was a person with a hood pulled down deeply.

But the voice was familiar. She was the woman I met in the carriage yesterday.

"Are you a colleague?"

Despite the suspicious hooded outfit she suddenly appeared in, she just asked that with the calmness of someone who lives here.

What should I do? Although I'm not her colleague, I still owe her a debt. Looking at the situation roughly, it seems like this woman also has business with the saint.

I look again at the hooded woman.

I don't know why, but those eyes are very desperate.

Hey, I can't help it. Debt is debt. Let's pretend to pay it back.

"Yes. This is my colleague. "Can we go together?"

"... !"

"Okay. Then, please follow me too."

Our group of three, including the woman wearing the hood, followed behind the female knight.

The hooded woman didn't say a word, but she was incredibly grateful with the look in her eyes.

What on earth is the story?