I Picked Up a Saintess from the Ruins

22 – 5. Peace Movement

According to my common sense in this life, the only people who traveled the sea as friends were pirates, barbarians, and merchants.

And I had never heard of them carrying a compass.

The northern barbarians, who robbed only the villages they targeted with quick and accurate maneuvers, looked to the stars to find their way.

Pirates set their course by capturing people passing by at sea and extorting ransom. In the case of merchants leaving for distant seas, they arrived at their destination with abundant experience and, if that was not enough, with burning faith and prayer metaphors.

Anyway, even though it was far out to sea, it wasn’t at the level of moving across continents, so it wasn’t really that necessary.

How much more useful would it be in inland areas rather than the sea? It’s a burden that just takes up space.

“It was a magical item.”

However, if the value is not in finding direction, the story is a little different.

“What I mainly studied was combat magic, so I’m somewhat unfamiliar with this field… This is a relic created by a great wizard. “It’s a very elaborate design.”

I looked at the compass relic again.

The outside was plated with gold. And with detailed patterns engraved here and there, it also had some value as an ornament.

“Take it. “It’s useless for our village to have it.”

“Usefulness means…… ?”

“I don’t know where it was used, but it is now damaged and damaged. “It will only function again after proper repairs.”

I thought about myself charging towards him earlier and swinging my sword.

As I was passing by, Sancho even hit me once. Medieval – If it was hit by a truck, it would be even stranger if it wasn’t damaged.

“There are not many places that can repair such elaborate relics. But it would be possible with the Vatican.”

“Is this something that difficult to fix?”

“Maybe. I’ll say it again, I don’t know much about relics. Still, the old people in the Vatican like these enchanted toys, so I guess I can just sell them.”

I took care of the compass.

Anyway, it was something that could be worth money and was a trophy. There’s nothing wrong with having it.

After that, I was surprisingly able to rescue some armor from the bandits, some useful tools for camping, and some blades that would be good as sidearms.

Even after excluding all of that, there were a lot of items distributed, but they couldn’t take them all, so some of them were exchanged for money or food. At this level, it would be safe to say that I have taken everything I could from the village.

And after the situation was sorted out.

I was able to receive countless requests for handshakes.

“I believed it!”

“You are the village hero, Raven!”

“Thank you, and thank you for your hard work! The Plague of Bole!”

I asked them if I could call them by a nicer nickname as a favor, and the villagers responded and began to cry out louder for the plague.

I decided to hold off on changing my nickname, which I wasn’t really looking forward to, and instead take comfort in the fact that I had built up a bit of a reputation.

Instead of leaving right away, following the rule that criminals return to the scene, I waited a little longer in case the remnants of the bandits would come again, and I was only able to leave the village when the soldiers who asked for it came later.

This was done so well that even the after-sales service received 5 stars. He also did not charge any additional protection fees, so he is truly a model of an honorable knight.

The soldiers went around the village and began to remove traces of what had happened during the dawn, one by one. From here on out there was nothing for me to do.

When it was time to leave, I looked for Lisia.

Without having to go far, I was looking around in front of the church with all my luggage packed.

“Are you looking for something?”

“This is the person who watched over me for a while during yesterday’s chaos. They said the priest asked for a moment. “My name is Amelie.”

“So why is that person named Amelie?”

“I just wanted to say thank you. But I can’t see it… ….”

Licia and I waited in front of the church for a while, feeding Sancho some food. And even as the sun set slightly, the person named Amelie was not found.

I spoke to the girl who started out excitedly but looked exhausted.

“Shall we wait inside the church?”

“No. You can’t wait too long. “It looks like you have some work to do.”

In the end, Licia, who gave up waiting, climbed onto Sancho’s back, and I climbed on top after that.

“Are you ready to leave?”

“Yes!”

Starting around lunch, we headed south again.

Time in the village took longer than expected. We must arrive before the Emperor and Pope’s patience runs out.

*****

I was confident that the city I arrived at next was at least not a place that could be destroyed by thieves.

There was a castle wall made of stone, and soldiers were walking around armed with their own weapons.

And because it is a city where many travelers pass by, there was an inn, although small.

Since we arrived around sunset, we decided to dispose of the gifts left by the thieves tomorrow morning, and after feeding Lisia a good dinner, we put her to sleep.

After covering the girl with a blanket, I sat down on a chair in front of the inn.

The city was getting ready to sleep. The torches on the streets went down one by one and the stores closed. As the passers-by went back to their homes, all that remained were a few guards wandering around.

Only when I was finally alone did I take out my sword.

Maybe I was thinking wrong until now.

Have you never experienced something like this before, where the range is slightly longer and the cross-sectional area of the cut is clean? Then, wouldn’t it be possible that it was caused by other factors rather than Priest Pippin’s blessing?

The status window is… There may not be. There’s no way something like that exists in reality.

But wouldn’t there be at least some opportunity for the second time in life? For example, things like the sword I received from my teacher was a huge item.

‘The blessing on that sword is not mine.’

That’s what the priest said. A priest named Guiberto, who passed by briefly, also said something similar.

Once it could be a coincidence, but twice, unless you’re an idiot, you should at least be suspicious.

So, the suspicion is that this sword was actually a holy relic.

-Whoop!

“It doesn’t work either… ….”

Instantly, the blade shines brightly and the cutting power increases significantly.

Isn’t there a trigger condition for something? Should I shout out some kind of slogan?

If there was such a thing, it was necessary to implement the situation when it was activated.

I thought about yesterday’s experience. The thieves blocking the door and me having to break through it.

In a battle where you could die if you don’t come to your senses, focus on the virtual goal ahead of you.

After lifting the sword, he swung wide with the intention of cutting in one fell swoop.

And, with him.

I could see a bluish light hovering over the sword.

*****

A simple relic could be enchanted by an ordinary wizard.

However, great works worthy of being recorded in history had to go through a more complex process.

A number of renowned priests gathered together to carefully engrave magic on a frame made by a skilled blacksmith, and the Vatican had to bless it over several years to ensure that the effect would last for a long time.

In this way, true relics were created only by generously putting in all kinds of precious materials collected from all over the world and manpower.

Or, it was created when a saint or a saintly woman who received God’s love prayed sincerely.

Considering that relics originally meant blessed objects touched by the hands of saints, this could be said to be the correct production method.

So, Raven’s sword, which was partially used as a magic experiment morpho, also fell into that category.

He said that if he takes me to college, he will save up money and pay me back when I graduate.

Lycia’s promise was just a verbal contract, but since Raven was fulfilling it well, he intended to keep it as well.

Therefore, the reason I practiced the magic to bless his sword was a little out of curiosity, but to a certain extent, it was out of gratitude that he faithfully kept his promise to a child like me.

And in fact, more than anything else, the goodwill he readily showed towards himself in the ruins and the warmth he showed afterwards took up the lion’s share.

Even the emperor could not easily obtain the relics blessed by the saint. This would be a good gift for him too.

In that sense, Lisia had some doubts.

“… “The magic doesn’t work well.”

Blessing and healing work well, but is it because making a relic is the most difficult of all magic spells?

His own magic took effect temporarily, but did not remain permanently. But that was until yesterday. Through experience, the girl was able to find her own clue.

“So, if you pray with sincerity… ….”

A blessing given through a more earnest or sincere prayer rather than just asking for what you want.

As I was thinking that, I was able to see a bright light bursting out like the one I saw yesterday.

Did it work this time? It felt different than before.

But since she couldn’t find out by staying still, Licia woke up early the next day and went to Raven, who was resting on the first floor of the inn, and asked.

“Did anything happen yesterday?”

“… “Yeah, I guess you saw it too.”

Raven, who was muttering, “Should I tell you this?” Soon nodded his head and opened his mouth.

“I’ll show you something interesting. “Come closer.”

Rubber rustle. The blade on the upper part of the sword that was tied to her waist was slightly removed and had a blue glow that could be seen faintly even in the bright surroundings.

Raven took a look around her and spoke softly to the girl who was leaning towards her.

“It’s a glow-in-the-dark sword.”

Lysia thought.

Ah, it worked this time. But as expected, his mind seemed a bit unstable.