"What? The new candidate for saint is the child of the Eshua family? Really?"
"You're crazy, I'm a fan! It's one of the best families!"
Temple of the Holy Empire of Greece in the central and eastern part of the country.
The monastery was unusually excited.
The priests, who were supposed to be modest, were unable to contain their excitement like children.
Of course, it wasn't a situation I didn't understand.
A being sent by God had appeared. Following the existence of the saint who appeared hundreds of years ago, this time the saint is the saint.
Even if it was only a short stay here, it was natural for such a rural monastery to be buzzing.
For this reason, the bishop was strangely excited and did not rebuke the priests for even making mistakes.
But I couldn't understand this much.
Purring!
"Oh my, that's the imperial emblem...!"
"Your Majesty!"
No, that's why the damn emperor bastard is here?
The bishop raised his eyebrows involuntarily as he saw the man entering the temple. The emperor was holding a boy about five years old.
The bishop bowed his head respectfully, as if wondering when he had a rotten expression.
"It is a great honor for our priests to see the Imperial Sun."
The emperor looked at the old man quite surprisingly.
After all, the imperial family and the Holy See had a very bad relationship.
"You didn't expect to see people from the Holy See in a place like this? I'll see you in a place other than the capital."
"It's the work of a precious saint. On the contrary, I was surprised by the predisposition. Why is the Honorable One in such a place?"
"No wonder. This is a temple built by Jim. and."
The emperor smiled unwelcomely, as if wary of the bishop.
"It's the work of a saint, so you should come in person. Wouldn't it be a big deal if a child who would be entrusted to the Holy See and become a precious treasure of the empire went wrong again? We shouldn't lose another candidate."
"!"
At the expected words, the bishop frowned inwardly.
'I've heard you have a great interest in saints.'
It's futile anyway.
The bishop sneered inwardly.
In fact, he had come here at the behest of a cardinal.
-'Isaac Eshua'. It is said that a candidate for the saint appeared in Eshua.
-Yes? In that Eshua? Then it's not a big deal. It would be a big hindrance for my family's child to become a saint.
- I've already written the number. By the time you arrive, you're probably already dying. You just need to check on the body.
So he was actually here for a funeral.
'By now, that Eshua's suckling must have been poisoned.'
Neither the Imperial Knights nor the Emperor would know.
That they were putting poison directly into the mouth of that precious suckling!
The fact that it was one of the Imperial Knights who put the poison in it.
'So the cardinal must have chosen this place on purpose.'
All the knights of the Holy Empire were paladins with links to the Holy See. Recruiting one of the imperial knights was not difficult for the cardinal.
Of course, he didn't expect that the emperor of the empire would go directly to see only one of the sucklings, but the cardinal must have guessed and moved there.
Otherwise, there was no way to choose this place as a place to poison him.
This is a temple belonging to the emperor. If there was a breakdown here, everything would be turned over by the imperial family.
I didn't even bother to check the child's face.
In that case, the child nominated by the Pope will only hinder him from becoming a saint.
'You said you were feeding me when I came, so the toxicity must have spread...'
"Gwaa Confucius!"
Just in time, a shrill scream came from within, and the bishop smiled inwardly.
Has the message finally arrived?
At the rare screams of the priests, the emperor's expression changed.
"What's going on?"
The bishop turned.
"It looks like it's over there."
The emperor's steps quickened first.
The bishop who followed pretending not to know smiled.
And when he finally entered the baby's place, the bishop was overjoyed. The priests were unnaturally packed around the child.
It seemed that all the priests in the temple had rushed in.
Unless a person collapsed vomiting blood, that crowd was strange.
As proof of this, everyone became contemplative and screamed...
"Gwaa Our pretty Confucius!"
"...."
Gwaa Our pretty Confucius?
"How could it be so lovely to spill green juice in the world!"
"...?"
... Green juice, what? What's lovely???
The rushing priests were screaming.
But they weren't looking at corpses or bounce sheets.
The panicked bishop broke through the crowd and entered where the child was.
And at the scene he witnessed, the bishop doubted his eyes.
"Look, the baby emptied fifteen buckets of this tasteless green juice!"
"No matter how much religious food is, now even high priests don't eat well...!"
There was a baby fed in a stack of bottles.
Even with a look of utter ecstasy.
And next to him, even a mysterious paladin who finds the bishop and is puzzled for some reason.
The bishop looked at the suckling like a monster.
What is it?
Why is this alive?
* * *
'Oh, crazy. This is crazy, really.'
The Skull King's eyes were smiling as he continued to drink the poisoned green juice.
It is good.
Very good.
If you keep repeating this, you will be able to get promoted in no time.
The magic power was all the way.
Well, if there's one thing I miss, it's that the maximum I could eat at one time was fifteen barrels?
The surroundings were already stunned and stunned, but the Skeleton King Zhang himself had a taste for it.
Isn't that the taste of food that I haven't felt in hundreds of years?
'I thought I could chew on acid in my mind.'
Of course, the bottle was a little small because it was for babies, but even adults knew that it would be carried with an upset stomach.
It wasn't the size of an ordinary stomach.
'Maybe this is also thanks to the ⸢Survival⸥ Origin.'
I was fortunate enough to get the Origin, but in fact, when it was a skeleton, I hardly utilized the power of Origin.
For those who have already died in the first place, "survival" is the power.
In a way, it's a contradiction, and it's an ability to have a word.
It was a miracle that I was able to use my strength.
But this body is different.
This living body must have been able to use 100% of the ⸢Survival⸥ Origin like never before, or maybe even more.
One example is the act of eating.
This is the case with an increased stomach, and the ability to absorb magic from food.
Surely all of this was caused by the original power of the origin. Even this might be part of the whole power.
'It was great even when I couldn't use it all. When you can use your natural strength, you can't fathom its size.'
Seeing something like this, those damn gods, didn't they deliberately avoid making them human? To disable power?
Of course, the reaction of the priests was surprising.
"Gwaa Your baby looks so pretty! When you grow up later, you'll ring a bunch of spirits!"
"Do you look like the Duke or your mother!"
"...."
At the still fuss of the priests, the Skeleton King wriggled his eyebrows and sucked on the bottle.
"You're the best saint candidate!"
"Aren't you most excited to see you all grown?"
I'm glad I don't feel the magic, but have these turned?
I wondered what I was talking about to her, but well.
When the priests took him to the face wash table to wipe the Skull King's mouth, the Skeleton King saw the mirror and set up a blood pole.
'Damn it. You look like a golden spoon to this face!'
I understood at once.
It certainly wasn't a face to struggle with in his life. Of course, his face wasn't bad when he was Isaac Kim, but this is just a different dimension.
', there's really something else from the bread leaf.'
What the hell are your ancestors and parents doing?
Honestly, I thought all the baby faces were there.
And above all,
'Platinum blonde.'
Still, blonde hair was quite rare in the Holy Empire.
The brighter the color, the more nobles they were treated. Even more so if you have platinum blonde.
It probably had something to do with the founding fathers of the Holy Empire. But it's not just blonde, it's bright light, like a pinch of ivory powder on white?
"Oh my God, the more I look at you, the more I see the invitees."
"Exactly. Perhaps even more so than the Pope now...."
"Shhh!"
"Oh, anyway, aren't you most excited to see you grow up?"
The Skeleton King raised one eyebrow and sucked on the bottle. Somehow, I thought that the fake nannies were exceptionally pretty.
'Now that I see it, it's not that you couldn't kill the baby because you're a paladin, it's that you didn't kill him because she was pretty, right?'
But there was only one person in the crowd who looked at him as if he were a monster.
'What is it, that guy?'
It was an old man.
He is not an ordinary old man, but from the white clothes he wears, he is guessed to be a priest of quite high class.
'Bishop?'
But why does a bishop look at himself with white-eyed eyes?
'Oh, after all, fifteen was too perverted?'
But he didn't act too babylike for himself.
'Yes. You have to be like a baby.'
The Skeleton King decided to smile as cute as possible to distract the bishop from his guard.
I haven't used my facial muscles in hundreds of years, so I don't know if it's going to be cute, but as he squeezed his lips as best he could, the corners of his mouth rose bizarrely, as if caught in his ears.
But the laughter made the bishop even more chilled and pulled back.
Thanks to this, the Skeleton King narrowed his brows.
... Uh, is it a bit weird to laugh too?
But whether he did it or not, the bishop was looking at the Skeleton King as if it were ridiculous.
'What is it, you kid?'
Laugh?
You said you ate fifteen bottles of venom and laughed now??
The poison put in by the knight bribed by the cardinal was almost instantaneous.
The knight said that every time the Skeleton King ate new green juice, he added poison.
Even if I ate it, there was no reaction when I ate it, so I added it one by one, and in the end, I unknowingly added ten times as much poison to the last bottle.
But are you laughing now?
Even if you are in agony right now, vomiting blood, and dying, you will laugh so much more in the yard??
With a smile that was almost demonic, the bishop seemed to go out of his mind.
'What the hell is this?'
Wasn't he just going back to check on his body?
The bishop once again looked at the paladin's face, but shook his head, saying that there was no more poison left.
At that sight, the Skeleton King smiled like a fox, as if he had noticed something.
'Oh, is that it?'
Besides the sacred poison in the food, there was another kind of poisonous poison.
It was also made of magic hacks, so it was delicious to eat, but its presence was so weak that it was not in the know, is it the ones who put it in?
That was then.
"The last candidate for saint is a pretty unique kid with a pretty unique hair color."
"!"
For some reason, the emperor was looking at the color of the Skeleton King's hair with a happy face.
The Skeleton King wondered who else that unlucky bastard was, but his expression soon changed.
"Your Majesty!"
"The priests see the imperial sun."
The priests also bowed their heads in surprise.
But the one who surprised them the most was the Skeleton King.
What? Your majesty?
'If the Holy Empire is the emperor, then the third great defeat of the human camp?'
It was great that the emperor personally appeared in such a place, but it was not the only reason why the Skeleton King was embarrassed.
Whoops!
The Skull King's magic core sounded loudly, like beating a drum. The origin of the < survival imprinted on > magic core was a reaction.
It was bound to be interesting for him.
'The reaction to this means that he has such important value that he is involved in the < survival >.'
His < survival > origin was an important ability that not only saved him from death, but also gave him the benefit of the situation.
In the days of the skeleton, the frequency was small, which was a pity.
But does this respond positively to the emperor?
No, well, it has to be positive.
'By the time of the emperor, the strongest peak on the continent... No bong! No good guy!'
Of course, this is such a comprehensive sensing ability that we don't know if the target is the emperor himself, the emperor's possessions, or his background, the imperial family.
But one thing was certain.
'Don Jul!'
His eyes changed in an instant, with the impoverished skeleton and demon lord instincts lingering.
Did someone like that appear in the first place?
It was always good to have this one over allies.
Soon, the emperor looked at the Skeleton King and said.
"I'm glad you look healthier than anything else. When do you think you will come to find them in Eshua?"
"I have put in a message, and it must be coming."
"yes. Eshua is in his blood, so take great care of him here, and let him return to his family."
The Emperor was about to turn around as if he had seen his face and it was time, but the Skeleton King was stunned.
Ah, the origin reacted, so it's a shame to let it go like this. But now that he can't even talk, there is no way to get the emperor's attention.
But then the bishop bit his lip.
'When that suckling returns to the family of Eshua, it all ends.'
If this is the case, the imperial family and Eshua may be closer. He had only one thing to say.
"Your Majesty. That child should be sent to the Inquisitor first, not to his family!"
"!"
The emperor, who was about to return, stopped tall. The priests smirked in surprise, and the knights looked at the bishop in bewilderment.
"In some cases, you may have to dispose of it here, so please don't give it away."
The imperial knights who had brought the Skeleton King all the way here were also embarrassed and revolted.
"Disposition! Why Confucius!"
Soon, the emperor narrowed his brows in displeasure. When the bishop came out here, he took an interest in the child.
"Disposing of a candidate for sainthood, is that something that the Vatican can take out?"
But the bishop said, raising the corners of his mouth.
"You don't have to worry about that. The saint has already been confirmed as another child, and this child is definitely not a saint."
"!"
"We treated and interrogated the kidnappers who kidnapped this child. He said he had magic. He could be a demon child, but he can't let go."
So the child should be disposed of, the bishop's eyes were saying.
The knights' expressions froze. In that situation, only one infant was smiling.
Hey, look at this guy?