To Hell With Being A Saint, I’m A Doctor - Chapter 61
Episode 61 Baptism Ceremony (4)
After the cramming ceremony at the baptismal hall, the nobles gathered in the castle lobby.
As if preparations had been completed in advance, the butlers and the men were walking around slowly holding trays of wine.
After all, during the baptism ceremony, a festival-like atmosphere is created every day.
It was the same with the people. The three-day festival at the national level was so large that even neighboring kingdoms came to see it.
Baptism itself is already a festival and a sacred day.
Ray, the protagonist of the christening, was not in the lobby.
It’s because Eucliwood took her somewhere and handed her some nice clothes.
She lowered her head and closed the door.
“Please put it on. It is a robe made for the saint.”
“…was it made for me?”
“Since I came here, I immediately guessed the saint’s body type and started making it. The artisans of Seongguk said they liked it because it had been a long time since a good work came out.”
It’s really thorough. None of them were unprepared.
Even though I didn’t measure myself, it seems to fit my body perfectly.
He changed his clothes and looked in the mirror.
The stretched out white robe suited him very well.
Since this was made for a ball or banquet, it was quite different from a baptismal dress.
Black pants with a white shirt. As if he meant that he was a saint, the golden crest of the Holy Kingdom engraved on his chest caught my eye.
Ray slightly raised his hand, posed, and admired it slightly.
All of them felt comfortable as if they were part of the body.
The person who made this must be really no ordinary skill. The clothes were also unusual, but Eucliwood called her ‘artisan’.
he opened the door and came out
“All changed.”
“In that case, go to the lobby…”
Eucliwood couldn’t finish his words as he looked at Ray.
He just changed his clothes, but the atmosphere that radiates from him is no joke.
The clear curves of the nose and the sharp jawline on the skin that seemed to slip at the touch of a hand were enough to catch the attention of many women.
A mysterious aura seemed to radiate around him.
She also couldn’t help but focus on his attractive appearance.
Ray stopped talking and looked at Eucliwood, who had frozen.
“what’s the matter? Aren’t you going to the lobby?”
“…I will guide you.”
Swallowing her saliva, she took the lead.
Ray diligently followed her as she walked faster than usual.
Robbie was busy talking about Ray.
“Meteor… It was an honor to see such great magic in my lifetime.”
“Shh! What would you do if the Holy Son came?”
“I made a mistake. It’s a big deal if he doesn’t like these stories.”
People who had a conversation in groups of threes and threes secretly brought up a story.
“By the way… you all brought your children.”
Count Nepil spoke as if in check.
It is an obvious deceit.
It is to introduce one’s children to the 15-year-old saint. It was because I wanted to be liked by the saint.
With such a heart, he accompanied his disciples. one what is this Meteor, shown by the saint during the ceremony, ignited a fire in their hearts.
A saint who is a great mage. Where can there be a better sense of son-in-law than this?
Before arriving in the lobby, they made a request to their children.
‘Never disrespect the saint. Remember, never.’
‘But father… We don’t even know what the saint is wearing. Even if you tell me not to be rude to someone you don’t even know…’
‘You know that the saint is fifteen, right? When a gray-haired young man speaks, never disobey him!’
The fact that the saint was a great mage was thoroughly concealed.
It’s because you can’t just go around bragging about it and even spark.
Also, if the target was the great mage of the 9th circle, it could have been Meteor instead of sparks.
I didn’t want to gamble on something that might upset him.
Moreover, the ceremony is centered around the younger generation. It is like a social gathering, so to speak.
Usually, it was also a manner for nobles with high ranks to start dancing in order and get lost.
Of course, rather than leaving the lobby at all, they sat down and had a meeting among themselves.
That’s why, if you didn’t ask for it firmly, an unfortunate accident could happen.
I don’t know how many people did that, though.
Perhaps all those who did not want to be out of his eyes would have made a trust to their children.
Those who laughed bitterly at Count Nepil’s words nodded.
“Not even the Count knows that it can’t be helped.”
“ha ha ha. Let’s not be too much in the same situation.”
Count Nephil also knew. It was really unavoidable. He wasn’t a scarecrow saint.
Rather, it is an unprecedented great mage in history with power so strong that it can devour the kingdom.
As they started talking about him, music started to blare in the lobby.
The beautiful melody gradually began to have a rhythm and became a cheerful note.
Naturally, nobles came out one by one in the center of the lobby.
The older nobles began to slowly dance with their partners to the music.
Usually, the partners were married couples, but there were exceptionally close friends who danced.
The sons of the nobles were enjoying their gatherings, watching them.
The blond, curly-haired young man looked around.
“Everyone, thank you for gathering here today.”
He seemed to be at the center of the gathering, a sheep with a charming smile as he tipped his glass.
It wouldn’t have been a banquet hosted by him, but there were people who didn’t like the way he pretended to be the owner, but he didn’t dare to show it.
He is the son of a marquis. He was also the eldest son of the Harold Marquis family, not just a Marquis.
The Marquis of Harold is a family of marques with a long history in the Holy Kingdom.
That’s why it had so much power. To the extent that most dukes could not ignore it.
In fact, seeing him speak even though the son of the duke was by his side, I could see how high his prestige was among them.
Besides, the noble ladies had a crush on him.
That’s also true, because his blonde hair and good looks and his ability to stand in the center of the group and dominate everyone were the looks of a man that young girls would like.
His words were received by the son of Count Grain.
“ha ha ha. Berrys-sama is calling, so you should join.”
“Ha ha ha ha ha. It is too much praise.”
They were painting their faces with gold.
No, this was a very plating level.
However, despite their conversation, no one stopped or said anything.
“By the way, why doesn’t the main character of this banquet still show up…”
A girl with long, blonde hair like Berris said, shaking the glass in her hand.
They had never seen the saint’s appearance before.
Only nobles with titles or their servants can enter the baptismal hall.
Even if they are sons of nobles, those without any title are not allowed to enter.
That’s why those who couldn’t enter the baptismal hall and had meetings among themselves in the castle couldn’t see Ray’s face.
The large man shook his head.
“Father asked for trust, but… don’t disobey the words of a 15-year-old kid… what the hell are you thinking?”
“You just need to set an example for the saint. After all, he seems to have been a commoner before becoming a saint.”
“No matter how saintly he may be, it’s a little distasteful that he has to be equal to someone who used to be a commoner.”
These are the ones who haven’t heard anything from their parents. Of course, there was no way he had experienced Ray’s influence.
If they found out that the saint they had been ignoring was a great mage who showed no sign of struggle even after manifesting Meteor, they would immediately withdraw their words.
In addition, it is no joke that the people now think of the saint.
His position in conquering the public sentiment with his speeches and subduing the aristocrats by force was one of the few in the current kingdom.
Veris smiled happily.
“Your son, my son, is someone who has just ascended to the ranks of nobility. Even if he was a commoner, he should be treated the same.”
“Veris-nim…”
“It is also Veris-nim. I feel ashamed in front of that broad heart.”
“Yes, I understand.”
They nodded at Veris’ words.
Some even admired his words.
There were some women whose eyes grew hazy at the inclusiveness of embracing a former commoner.
However, his intentions were different.
“I can’t approach Saint Iriel. But if I use the saint, I might be able to sleep with the saintess in my hands.”
Veris opened her mouth with a smile on her face.
“So I want us to teach you the attitude a noble should have. How is everyone?”
“That’s nice… but how?”
“It has only been a few days since he came to the holy kingdom. So why don’t you teach him his lack of etiquette?”
That’s what he said, but it wasn’t nearly as good as telling him to follow his actions one by one.
The head of the Grain Countess said.
“Does Verris-sama mean to point out every time he acts or says something out of etiquette?”
“That’s right, Mr. Grayan. That will be of great help to the Holy Son in his future life in the Holy Land.”
Grayan thought for a moment, then nodded.
“All right. I also think I should look back at my lack of etiquette while pointing out someone.”
Grayan didn’t fully understand Veris’ intentions. However, I could tell that he looked at the saint with disapproval.
Looking around, some of the others seemed to have noticed.
However, it was only a minority.
Many people were responding quite positively to Berris’ opinion.
The blonde girl also agreed.
“I am fine too.”
However, it was to satisfy her own inner feelings.
‘When everyone makes trouble for the saint, he will come over if I calm him down well. A saint is a saint even though he is still young.’
She was quite confident in her appearance.
It’s not the best in the Holy Land, but it’s probably counted on one hand.
Long hair down to her waist and charming eyes that look cold at first glance. Even the bridge of the nose that draws a graceful curve as if sliding. Everything about him was perfect.
There are times when even oneself loses consciousness while looking in the mirror, but what about the young people here?
In fact, with just one word from her, young people move like a dart.
They all agreed with Berris for what they each wanted.