I Became the Snow Woman I Made

61 – Descent of the Virgin (3)

No one can visit the Great Hall, the noblest place in Chelmsford.

So it was always quiet around, but today it was very hot.

Would you believe it if this was purely one person’s fault?

“… I didn’t want to believe it either.”

Even if you take a small breath, the crowd in front of you doesn’t disappear. The upper terrace of the Great Hall.

I was standing alone in a space that stretched out like a solo stage.

Countless gazes were pierced from the vast front like a field.

It was embarrassing for me, so Lucia lent me the eggplant, but she said she would give it back to me.

Her bangs were covered a little.

It’s much better.

“How beautiful and noble you can be… You’re a saint!”

“…It wouldn’t make sense if it wasn’t the saintess.”

“Oh, savior…”

I could hear the murmurs of people who were somewhat moderately heated. Even listening to it, I felt a sense of wonder and wonder.

All of them were overrated, so I closed my ears from the middle.

“Even if the bean pods are covered, they are firmly covered…”

In this state, it was useless to say anything.

We have to lower that madness evaluation.

After taking a deep breath, I opened the door to persuasion.

“I am Quilière.”

Just one word.

However, the response was explosive.

“Oh, Mr. Quilière!”

“It’s the saintess’s name! How could even her name be like this—”

“Quiet.”

The clamor was cut out coldly.

The hall became quiet for a while. At the moment when there were signs of another commotion, he spat it out.

“Saint-“

“Be quiet.”

“·······.”

Only then did everyone keep their mouths shut, unable to speak. I put a wedge in there.

“Close your mouth and open your ears.”

“·······.”

The followers only nodded vigorously while remaining firmly on the ground. I was slightly satisfied and pursed my lips.

There was no time to prepare what to say.

I had to give up on fancy speeches and go impromptu.

“I am not a saint.”

“······!”

As always, I dropped the bomb right away.

Mouths that had been silent were wide open.

“I don’t need or want anything like that. I am Quilière. Nothing more, nothing less.”

The faces of those who were flustered were somehow funny.

However, he continued with a calm expression that did not reveal his feelings at all.

“Calamity has been my enemy since the beginning. So is Clavia. So I defeated it and eliminated it. That’s all.”

“·······.”

“Fighting the enemy is natural. There was no other intention. Nothing.”

The tone and way of speaking were misleading.

I was embarrassed myself, but I couldn’t help it because it was the nature of the snow woman.

“I will leave this country and the wide continent. With my own will.”

“──!”

I’m going to the snow castle.

Since I’ve been in the kingdom for longer than necessary, it’s time to return.

I finished talking.

“So forget about it.”

Right after that, I coolly turned my back while watching the commotion of the citizens. I was satisfied with my heart.

Okay. She denied that she was a saint, and revealed that she would be leaving the church.

If you do this, your expectations and interest will cool off.

Behind them were Nell and Lucia.

“Saintwoman······ No, Mrs. Quilière······.”

However, the children’s expressions were strange.

They averted my eyes, and Sariel and Netach’s expressions were close to despair.

Sariel asked stutteringly.

“You can’t be disappointed with us—”

“You will never forget!”

Then a loud cry was heard from the crowd.

Without even time to respond, I averted my gaze. After all, he must be one of the more zealous believers.

I thought so, but when I saw the owner of the voice, I was frightened.

“How can you forget! Don’t you, gentlemen.”

“!”

The blonde prince, Artan Pricus.

An unexpected figure was encouraging the citizens. The hardened believers soon began to respond.

“······That’s right! That’s right! Mr. Quilière!”

“How can I forget the saintess! Please stop saying that!”

My heart raced wildly.

It’s surprising that he’s here, but he’s become a spokesman for the believers.

Artan raised his voice even more, as if he knew my feelings or not.

“It is said that it is a reward and a punishment! If there is merit, you must be rewarded, and if you have committed a crime, you must be punished. Don’t make us sinners anymore!”

“······What.”

That’s bullsh*t.

I felt it even in the snowy field, but the words I said really filled my spirits.

Don’t make me a sinner?

Since when did you come, you even learned how to speak the Korean people.

Anyway, the situation got difficult.

The citizens who had barely calmed down were revived thanks to his words.

“That’s right! That’s right! We are already sinners!”

“I don’t know who he is, but he only says the right things!”

The momentum like a rowing boat started to rise rapidly.

I shot Artan with resentment.

But he just shouted brazenly.

“Even if you look at it that way, it’s useless.”

“Artan.”

“If you don’t want to be called a saint, we’ll do as you wish. But, Miss Quilière, please give us a chance.”

“…What a chance.”

I said I wanted to listen to it because it was so confident.

The crown prince looked at him with a clear look.

“A chance to give thanks. For repelling the disaster and defeating the Lord of the Saints—”

“I don’t need it.”

I calmly cut it off.

I said something.

“Didn’t you hear? That was my will. I didn’t care about your situation, so I don’t need to thank you.”

“—But.”

“And the calamity is not dead. The enemy of the world is still alive. As long as he exists, true peace will not come.”

I remembered the scenes that the Old Spirit Higares showed me.

Mahabharata was sharpening his sword.

It was quite difficult when people were freed like this.

It’s not something I can solve alone.

I just wanted to cover it up, but I felt the need to do some prescriptions.

“Mr. Quilière… That means…!”

Then the ring of origin came to mind, and I immediately summoned magic.

The burst of light stopped Artan from speaking.

Whoaaah——!

A halo formed behind me.

The noble halo combined with the veil created a more sacred atmosphere.

“·······?!”

Astonishment stood in the eyes of Artan and his followers.

I laughed inwardly.

This sounds like a saint…

I have to see the end of what I started.

He opened his mouth with a rather serious expression.

“Reinforce your internal stability.”

Those were the words I once said to the crown prince.

“Don’t expect others. Be strong yourself.”

“·······.”

“So that one day, when a greater crisis comes, you will be able to get through it. Learn not to pray, but to fight the dead.”

It was also my wish.

Please guide me safely to the happy ending.

My cold, hard words landed in the silent arena.

“The gods are gone. All the people of the world look only to the sky, and they can’t find any meaning anymore.”

He pointed out the cruel facts again.

Bad guys, let’s get rid of the disaster.

“Now there is no god to save you.”

“──!”

“Be strong on your own. Beg, beg, don’t get frustrated. Then…”

My voice gradually got smaller.

A series of selfish advice. The last murmur was also from the feet of the dark heart.

“······So that you don’t need me.”

How nice it would be if I could do that.

Anyway, I’ve said everything with this, and now the only thing left to do is escape.

I looked around carefully.

As if in stop motion, the crowd remained frozen in the same way.

“······!!”

Immediately after coming to his senses, Artan’s eyes widened as if they were about to tear, and everyone was buzzing.

A fluttering noise was heard from somewhere, and a huge shadow was cast over the hall.

Quaaa!

A strong wind blew up with a roar.

While people moaned and covered their faces, only I was fine.

Thanks to that, I was able to see it straight.

“…Mishra.”

Silver Dragon King Pankaji Mishra.

It’s been a while since I’ve seen her, but it was definitely her.

Some believers who saw Mishra vomited in astonishment.

“It’s a dragon!”

“If it’s a dragon, that’s what the legendary… Is that it!”

Why is she here?

I thought blankly, but that was not the time.

Mishra let out her roar once in the air above her, and she descended quickly.

─────!

Everyone covered their ears, and the Dragon King lowered his body while floating in front of the terrace.

The meaning was self-evident.

“You mean ride?”

Mishra nodded and I immediately climbed onto her back.

A chance to get away completely. There was no reason to give up.

The moment the dragon king was about to take flight, a shrill voice touched his ears.

“Hey, wait!”

It was Nel blocking the wind with the back of his hand.

She came running with her bewildered face.

Everyone can see that they are trying to ride together.

I wondered if I could take her away for a moment, but then she reached out her hand.

“Catch it.”

“······ Huh?!”

But as if this was unexpected, her pupils fluctuated greatly.

She stopped right in front of me, and I got a little impatient.

“Nell.”

“Uhhhhh.”

Even at the moment Nell was hesitant, people were waking up one by one.

My determined voice vomited.

“Quickly.”

“······ Ehra! Die or die!”

She clenched her fists and grabbed her hand as she shouted.

Immediately after, two noises rang out simultaneously.

“—Hiyaaagh!”

aaah

Mishra flapped her wings and her body flew up in an instant like a gyro drop.

In the blink of an eye, the sky was high, and a strong wind ruffled her hair.

The Dragon King glanced at the ground once and ran to the other side.

***

Quilière rode the dragon and left.

I wasn’t kidding. It’s that dragon.

As the rapid advance that shook all directions subsided, the citizens roared with excitement.

“Have I just seen a dragon?!”

“There were sightings in the south, but I can’t believe they were true…!”

Shock and horror were evident in their eyes.

Soon, those emotions turned into awe and turned to a woman.

“As expected, she wasn’t just a saintess to have such a being under her command!”

“The savior… The savior!”

Meanwhile, Artan was clearly feeling their astonishment. However, he barely had the energy to focus on the dragon.

He had already seen the frost giants in the snowfields, and guessed there must be more.

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“·······.”

The believers march to have an audience with the rumored saint.

I was able to jump on the flow and talk to Quilière again.

Artan stood still and chewed on her words.

“The world’s enemies are not dead…”

That was right.

Her performance brought peace for a while, but sooner or later she will transform into something more terrifying.

Such was the existence of disaster.

─Strengthen internal stability.

Her beautiful voice tickles my brain.

A piece of advice I once heard. Soon the goddess looked around us and continued.

─Become stronger yourself.

Artan immediately understood.

If you always seek help, there will be no progress in the end.

In short, she said to learn how to fish instead of accepting fish.

─······So that you don’t need me.

However, the last words were mysterious and mysterious.

Surprisingly, it was a voice that contained even the slightest earnestness······.

“… No. It must be my misunderstanding.”

I tried hard to understand and changed my mindset.

Seriously dig into her drinking sessions.

I can guess that Quilière had a good and benevolent personality.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have helped herself as a child.

Her sorrow and the sins of humans all came together.

“Is it a disaster after all…”

It seemed that everything would be fine if he disappeared.

For her sake, and for herself.

Ultimately for this world.

But the disaster was too powerful.

Countless dead in landfills were also a big problem.

“Can I get rid of him?”

“No.”

“!”

A low-pitched voice suddenly heard.

Artan’s eyes widened in bewilderment after he identified the culprit. The green-haired man was looking at him.

“Sir Harold…! How did Sir Harold get here!”

“What are you saying. The Crown Prince is here, so what’s the reason I’m not here?”

The sword master, Harold Grypheon, replied in a nonchalant tone. He stayed in Chelmsford for some time, observing Artan all the way.

Thanks to this, it became clear that the prince’s lover was Quilière.

It was a fleeting feeling.

“I have a lot to say, but I won’t. Your Highness knows best how futile my lingering feelings are.”

“······!”

When Artan, who realized something, was startled, Harold put aside his intention to point it out for now.

If the other person was just a human woman, there were many other means.

Would have been willing to walk away from the crown prince for the sake of the empire and her sister.

However, after watching today’s sermon, the story has completely changed.

“A marriage of convenience… To a being from a higher dimension, human standards must be ridiculous.”

I remembered the mad words of Quilière.

Harold had a hunch.

At this moment, I was convinced that the huge wheel had turned.

This was a torrent that connected the original sin of humans and the future of the world after that.

How insignificant is a mere human political fight in front of that grand total.

We had to put aside the matter of marriage for a while.

They will understand the bullying system.

“Would you like to end the disaster?

Harold asked seriously.

It was a very heavy topic.

Biting his lip, Artan gave an honest answer after thinking over and over again.

“Yes Sir Harold.”

“No.”

“···!”

“Your Highness, if you’re alone, I will definitely.”

Serious tone and firm assertion.

Artan corrected her posture.

“Then.”

“To have even the slightest possibility, the entire ’empire’ will have to move, not just the crown prince…”

······Meanwhile, in the middle of an extremely important discourse unfolding in real time across the continent.

The seven apostles Adain was staring blankly at the sky in an isolated place.

“… Mr. Ardain.”

I was so shocked that I couldn’t even respond to what my subordinates said.

Soon enough, reason came back and muttered.

“Are you saying that even the dragon…”

The fearful and desolate tone faded away.

They came in droves to slay the goddess, but what is all this about?

The ominousness that had blossomed from the moment the uneasy halo was brought in had already reached its climax.

He muttered with his teeth trembling.

“How far are you monsters? How much more do you have to frustrate us to feel refreshed…”

Anyway, the plan failed.

The operation to launch an all-out attack using the crowd as a shield was canceled due to the departure of the target.

He rode a dragon and flew away, so there was no way to chase him.

“······Withdraw.”

“Yes!”

All I got was more despair.

With their heads down, the remnants of the Saints Church trudged back to the gloomy basement.