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Chapter 27: Tears of Joy

Let’s quickly summarize my position.

I was in a position where I needed to quit being a saint as soon as possible.

But this part was very delicate.

If I did blatantly shitty things like rape, murder, arson?

People would leave me, sure.

But I might get burned at the stake by the masses who felt betrayed, or receive some divine punishment from the goddess who was pissed off that I tarnished the order’s name.

So as much as possible.

Without further provoking the goddess’ anger.

I needed to create a situation where the public naturally distanced themselves, saying, “That guy was kind, but he’s really fucking stupid and incompetent.”

“Please pay wages to the Magic Tower re

Cecilia immediately left the slums that day.

She entered the 10th district where the capital’s nobles and upper class lived, and immediately spent part of the 100,000 saled budget she received from her mother to buy an expensive dress and carriage.

Before his string of misfortunes led to bankruptcy, Jonathan Karma was a very wealthy man. Naturally, Cecilia also knew many people in the 10th district and upper society. One of them was Baroness Drong. She immediately put on the dress, got in the carriage, and went to see Baroness Drong.

“Oh my!! You need to meet Marquis Rumpelt to accomplish the Saint’s great work? What a wonderful coincidence! There’s a poetry recital this afternoon, and he’s supposed to come!!”

The sensitive Baroness Drong was moved by Cecilia’s circumstances and actively agreed to follow her plan.

In the end, Cecilia was able to attend the poetry recital that afternoon and meet Marquis Rumpelt.

After beautiful and elegant poems had richly stimulated their sensibilities and all the nobles gathered were filled with emotion.

“May I have your attention for a moment?”

Baroness Drong clapped her hands to focus everyone’s attention.

“We have a special guest here today. Do I need to say much? It’s Lady Cecilia, who works under Saint Amael, the Saint of Healing whom the members of the Senate and Supreme Court all witnessed. She said she came here today to accomplish the Saint’s great work. Please welcome her with applause.”

Amidst the applause, Cecilia stood up and gave a polite greeting according to etiquette.

As befitting someone who had received high-class education since childhood, her etiquette was flawless.

“I express my gratitude to Baroness Drong for arranging this occasion. The beautiful poetry has truly enriched our hearts. However, there is one way to enrich our hearts even more than poetry. Today, I wish to share that method with you all.”

Cecilia knew exactly what kind of tone and attitude upper-class people would like.

With precisely that tone and attitude, she continued speaking.

“There is a child who can’t move because of hunger. There is a child whose toes have fallen off because they have no shoes. There are those who wander the streets having lost hope. There is a mother who breastfeeds for milk that doesn’t come out, and a child starving to death in her arms because they can’t eat. There are those living lives like trash, like filth and dregs. And there is someone who sympathizes with and loves such people, dedicating his life among them.”

Cecilia rolled up her sleeve and showed everyone.

“As some of you may know, I, too, was once one of those pieces of trash. I had the rotting disease. When I was dying in agony. He saved me with a miracle. He treats all others the same way. You can help fulfill the great will of such a great saint.”

Cecilia looked at Marquis Rumpelt.

“At the beginning of this year, His Majesty the Emperor stated that the goal for the new year was to create a country where all imperial citizens can smile. Please allocate a budget for the purification of the three slum districts. This is the path of following the August imperial edict, and an opportunity to leave a brilliant achievement of contributing to the purification of the three slum districts that no civil servant has been able to accomplish. Also.”

She looked at the many noble women and men around her.

“When you and your families are sick. When you suffer from curse-like illnesses that can’t be cured no matter how much money and effort you spend. The Saint will remember your contributions and grant you the miracle of healing without discrimination. We have 100,000 saleds in funds received from Karma Company. But this alone is not enough to accomplish the great work the Saint has commanded.”

Cecilia bowed her head politely.

“For human dignity. To follow His Majesty’s edict. For achievement as a civil servant. Or even just out of compassion or to experience the miracle of the Saint of Healing. The three slum districts need your help. Please remember the words of the ancient sage who said to give when you can give.”

Cecilia’s words ended.

And as soon as her words ended, Baroness Drong, with tears in her eyes, started applauding.

Along with her, other nobles started applauding too.

“My son… has been unwell since birth. Until now I couldn’t believe, but now that he’s a saint recognized by the Pantheon, I think I can believe. Could I possibly speak to the Saint of Healing? Of course, I will repay with donations as much grace as I receive.”

“I have some spare funds, and I’d like to donate that money. Miss Cecilia.”

“A new saint after 300 years. I’d like to meet him. I’ll donate part of the amount I can manage as an offering. How noble.”

A long line of donations and offerings followed.

And the most important person.

Marquis Rumpelt also stood up with a moved expression.

“I will personally go and speak to His Majesty the Emperor. Miss Cecilia. The purification of the three slum districts has long been one of His Majesty’s long-cherished projects. But he had given up because nothing changed no matter how much money was poured in… We can’t miss this opportunity. I will organize a large-scale budget to help Karma Company.”

A smile appeared on Cecilia’s lips.

“Thank you, Marquis Rumpelt.”

“This much is only natural for a saint who has newly appeared after 300 years. Rather, I am grateful. To be able to achieve such a feat in my later years. I can’t hide my contented smile.”

Everyone laughed.

And Marquis Rumpelt kept his promise.

Three days later.

By the Emperor’s order, a budget of 4.2 million saleds and large donations of 300,000 saleds collected from various noble families were generously provided for the purification of the three slum districts.

Cecilia joyfully informed the Saint of this fact.

“Truly… truly joyful, Miss Cecilia.”

The Saint shed tears upon hearing this news.

He shed tears while his body trembled.

Those tears must be tears of joy.

Cecilia hugged the Saint tightly.

“I will change the three slum districts beyond what you said. Rejoice! Saint!!”