To Hell with Being a Saint, I’m a Doctor

Chapter 82: Guarding The Border (1)

Yes?

Iriel was ready to listen, but she couldnt help feeling surprised.

What did this mean? Sending a saint to guard the border?

So, they asked the saint to block the border?

How could the pope dare to order the representative of God carelessly?

However, exceptions existed everywhere.

This situation was one of those exceptions.

If the pope ordered in this situation, unless there was another reason, one couldnt refuse the command.

This applied not only to Iriel but also to Ray.

Usually, they would say you asked, but Duke Harold clearly said you ordered.

That meant the pope ordered Ray.

Iriel slightly bit her nail and thought.

If the pope is ordering, there must be a considerable force. Which kingdom would dare to wage war against the holy kingdom?

She asked Duke Harold.

Who is the opposing country?

That is there is no opposing country.

No?

Yes. It is presumed that the opponents are a considerable number of undead and monsters.

Iriel took a breath again at the dukes words.

Undead, you say!

It seems they have resurrected A necromancer

Oh my goodness

Iriel covered her mouth with both hands.

Among many black magics, necromancy was considered the worst.

And it had resurrected?

This was not just a problem for the holy kingdom.

Calmly grasping the situation, she told the duke.

Send a messenger to the empire and the surrounding kingdoms right now!

I already sent them. However it will take time for them to come. At least two days Meanwhile, we must hold out as much as possible.

The border is for holding out. So, youre trying to send the saint, pope

Iriel ground her teeth.

How dare the pope use the representative of God as a discarded tool.

This was something that should neither exist nor happen.

Of course, she also knew that Ray would not be easily defeated.

However, he could use divine power instead of mana.

No matter how powerful a 9-circle archmage he was, mana had its limits, and the enemies possessed infinite vitality and would keep coming!

In the face of an army that kept rising even after falling, Rays magic also found its limits.

In fact, during the war that occurred in the magic age, even 7-circle mages fell one after another.

Of course, the pope might not have known that Ray couldnt use divine power.

No, not only the pope, but also everyone in the holy kingdom was ignorant of this fact.

After all, who would have imagined that the saint couldnt use divine power when they saw tremendous divine power rising around him?

How much military force is accompanying the saint?

The 3rd Holy Knights Division, the Holy Order, and the Royal Guard Division. They prepared for battle and moved towards the border.

Iriel frowned and asked.

That couldnt be all, could it?

Duke Harold, unable to utter a word, received a scolding from Iriel.

The opponent is a necromancer from the magic era! Unless the Pope had gone mad, you should have known very well that such a force wouldnt be enough!

Despite the saints excessive remarks toward the Pope, Duke Harold said nothing.

He opened his mouth with difficulty.

There were various movements inside as well as outside. There were forces that wanted to start a rebellion, and the Pope had no choice but to act to stop monsters that suddenly went on a rampage.

That couldnt be

Iriel held her head in her hands.

Her head began to ache. What kind of forces were there that pushed the holy kingdom to this extent?

Looking at Iriel standing with a despondent expression, Duke Harold solemnly bowed his head.

I will take my leave now.

The duke hurriedly left the place.

He was preparing for the possible final situation of this incident.

Those who heard the news reacted like the duke.

Meeting their family, preparing a way to survive, or praying to God.

Everyone prepared for the last moment.

She had no intention of sitting down and giving up.

Iriel clenched her teeth and began to run somewhere.

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Two knights delivered the Popes message.

Ray opened the parchment and read the words, then looked at the knights.

So youre telling me to go to the border?

Yes.

The two knights could not bring themselves to lift their heads.

They knew very well.

The command given to the saint was to faithfully fulfill the role of a discarded piece.

They were telling such a young saint to go to the border and die.

How could they convey such a message?

Their heads naturally bowed even lower.

Ray guessed the situation by looking at them.

Just by looking at the content on the parchment, theyre telling me to die at the border, arent they? Is that why Eclair left in a hurry?

He understood why Eclair, who had received the message at the mansion, hurriedly put on her plate armor and left.

It means that the holy kingdom is in a dire situation.

Moreover, according to the book, he couldnt handle the necromancer by himself.

Still, the fact that they are sending him, the saint, means that there is no other choice even for the Pope.

It must be a big issue if they are using the saint, the representative of God, as a discarded piece.

The opponent must be a very powerful force.

Having a necromancer means that they didnt consider the internal attacks.

Perhaps, even if they block the border, it might collapse from the inside, and there might be nothing they can do.

This is a dilemma.

Ray put the parchment in his pocket and spoke.

Tell the Pope I will go.

There was no longer any reason to be respectful to the Pope.

There was no need to respect someone who was trying to use his life as a discarded piece.

One of the knights raised his head and looked at him.

Please

The knight, who was about to say something, finally bowed his head without saying anything.

Ray gave him a small laugh.

Im not going to die. Im going to stop it.

In a profession that saved lives, one always had to be prepared for the opposite situation as well.

Feeling terrified and trembling then would have been more strange.

By the Popes order, Rays footsteps directed him towards the border.

The knights, watching his small back as he walked away, couldnt lift their heads for a long time.

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The 3rd Holy Knights Division, the Holy Temple, and the Royal Guard all headed towards the border on the same path.

Killing as many undead and monsters as possible before the Saint arrived was all they could do for the Saint.

After all, they too could have died at the border.

Who wouldnt have been afraid of death?

Moreover, in the case of the Holy Temple, there were young priests and priestesses, so their fear would have been even greater.

Then, while preparing the camp, some already started trembling.

The leaders of the Holy Knights, the Holy Temple, and the Royal Guard were inside the tent, preparing for the battle the next day.

Finally, tomorrow is the day of the holy war Is everything ready?

The Royal Guard is without a problem.

The Knights Division is the same.

The front should be led by the Holy Knights Division.

Understood. The Holy Temple will cover the rear.

Then our Royal Guard will fight while protecting the Holy Temple.

They spread out the map and decided where and how to form their positions.

As their lives were on the line, they had an earnest discussion and devised a strategy.

Then, without anyone instructing them to, they sat on the chairs and took out alcohol.

It was alcohol received for the celebration of protecting the border.

There wouldnt have been anyone there who didnt know.

That this was the last alcohol the Holy Kingdom gave them before they died.

Sigh It feels unreal to fight against undead. Hahaha

The leader of the Holy Temple laughed weakly.

The leader of the Royal Guard and the leader of the Knights Division also smiled bitterly.

The taste of this alcohol was quite bitter.

No one pointed out the unnecessary sentiment.

When a moment of silence occurred, the leader of the Knights Division awkwardly spoke.

At times like these, I couldnt help but think of my family first. Hahaha.

The leader of the Royal Guard also took a big gulp of alcohol and said,

Hahaha. Rather than God, who was far away, I thought of my family first. At times like these, I wondered why I wanted to see my annoying son so much I should have hurriedly gone to see him.

The leader of the Holy Temple agreed.

I had a daughter this time.

Really? Congratulations. Hahaha.

Now that I thought about it, you were just married.

He scratched his head shyly and said,

Yes. My wife must have been waiting for me.

Wow, I was envious. My wife just scolded me when I went out for the night. Hahaha.

Hahahaha!

They hid their fear of impending death and the sadness of leaving their families behind with laughter.

Afterwards, they silently drank the alcohol in succession.

But no matter how much they drank, they didnt get drunk.

Was it because of their sense of duty to protect the nation, or their resolve not to let their families be killed by the undead?

Their eyes were more solemn and stronger than ever.

Because they had nowhere to retreat.

However, they didnt know that someone was heading towards the border at an incredible speed.

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The border was quite a distance from Selonia.

It was about twice the distance from Selonia to Gehel.

Ray was heading towards the border at an incredible speed.

It seemed even faster than when he ran to Gehel.

I wished I had learned flying magic at times like these.

There were no obstacles in the sky. So, if he could just fly straight across with flying magic, he would have arrived faster.

If he had learned from Aira before coming to the Holy Kingdom

Such thoughts emerged from deep within his mind.

Ray was in a hurry for a reason.

He thought he was the only one heading toward the border, but that wasnt the case.

He learned that the 3rd Holy Knights Division, the Holy Temple, and the Royal Guard had already headed to the border.

His steps, already hurried, quickened even more upon learning this fact.

The gap in power with the opponent was clear, and the forces of the Holy Kingdom heading towards the border were meager in comparison.

There would be a massacre. As soon as they clashed, the forces would be destroyed, and the opposing forces advancing towards the border would not suffer much damage.

Wouldnt it have been better to be alone? What was the point of sending such mediocre forces?

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