The Holy Man of Another Century Gospel

Chapter 48 Error
The ceremony of establishing the successor of the Saint was very complicated and the process was long, with many similar but different steps in details. Eric spent the entire afternoon rehearsing with the two old nuns arranged by Gabi, and he made countless mistakes in the details.

"Will the Saint Maiden also be involved in this tomorrow?"

One of the two old nuns who came to train him represented the Saint. All the actions in the ceremony required a response. In other words, if he was doing something here, the Saint had to follow suit.

"No, during the ceremony, the saint's movements will be simplified," said the old nun.

"Is this what the saint meant?" Eric asked. The old lady must have said this because she didn't want to make trouble.

"Yes. The Saint is old..."

Eric straightened his back and said, "In the name of the future saint, I ask that my movements be simplified as well."

"..."

The two old nuns looked at each other, and then looked at Sister Gabi beside them.

Gabi coughed lightly. "Mr. Eric, tomorrow's ceremony is the foundation of your power and prestige as the Saint. It cannot be simplified in any way, especially with the cardinals of the Vatican as witnesses... Besides, we have no say in this matter."

"Okay." Eric didn't expect that he could really simplify it for him. He just said it casually and took the opportunity to take a break.

Rehearsals continued, and the two old nuns continued to torment Eric until nightfall.

Fortunately, all the hard work was worth it. At the end, Eric was able to complete the entire process by himself, and there will be a host to provide guidance at tomorrow's ceremony.

Sister Gabi had been coming and going all day, seemingly very busy. Now she came to his room again. "Your dress is being rushed and will be delivered shortly. Before that, please come with me to bathe."

"Dress?" Eric pointed at his own clothes. "Is this one okay?"

"This is your dress as a noble. What you will wear tomorrow is the dress as a quasi-saint," said Gabi.

"so……"

Eric nodded, and a question suddenly occurred to him: "Is it men's clothing?"

Gabi raised her eyes, met his, then lowered them again. "It's a dress."

"..."

hey hey...

Eric suddenly felt something was wrong.

The head nun didn't say much and took him to a special place to bathe, where two young nuns served him.

The bathtub was very large, and Eric was also not used to it seeing the two nuns blushing so much they didn't know where to put their bodies, so he asked them to leave.

Gabi spoke from outside: "Mr. Eric..."

Eric interrupted, "Can't I even make the decision on this matter?"

The head nun silently closed the door of the bathhouse.

Eric then took off his clothes and slowly sat down in a large pool of hot water.

Even in the convent, the nuns spent most of their time in seclusion. Although the life was not hard, this bathhouse was not for them to use. Instead, it was prepared for the noble ladies who came here for a short period of seclusion.

"Is there a hot spring here? Such a big pool of hot water can't be boiled slowly." Eric sniffed and didn't smell the unique sulfur smell of hot springs.

"Never mind... whatever."

After a whole afternoon of hard work, he was so tired that he didn't bother to care anymore.

"Having come this far, there shouldn't be any more changes."

What Eric really cared about was always the position of the Saint's heir.

After tomorrow, he will officially become a certified quasi-saint and can proceed with his next plan.

"Irene's problem needs to be solved, and my own strength needs to be improved."

Eric was thinking, but was soon interrupted by his body slowly sliding down.

"No...this soak is too comfortable."

After soaking in the hot spring for about half an hour, Eric came out, and the urgently made dress had been delivered.

Eric's heart skipped a beat when he saw the white robe hanging there.

It’s over, it seems to be women’s clothing.

However, after taking it off and taking a look, he found that it was not completely unacceptable. It was just a robe with more decorative embellishments. If you took it off and took it off, it was not much different from the ordinary robes used by men and women. It was just that the material was higher-grade.

"Try it on, Mr. Eric. If it doesn't fit, there's still time to modify it," said Sister Gabi.

So Eric tried it on. After all, it was a loose-fitting robe, so unless the deviation was too big, it would be difficult for it to not fit.

"I feel like there's nothing wrong with it."

Gabi looked at it carefully for a moment and said it was okay before saying the Saint wanted to see him. "Now?"

"Yes, Mr. Eric, please wear this suit."

"..."

When Eric came to the Saint's Abbey where the Saint was resting, wearing this white suit, the old man squinted his eyes at him for a while, and suddenly smiled.

"Just your face, paired with this dress, is much more convincing than anything else."

Eric was speechless and simply kept silent.

The Saint didn't care and asked, "How's your etiquette practice going? Gabi said you suffered a lot this afternoon."

"No problem," Eric replied.

"You still look a bit aristocratic after all. Even though the time is a bit rushed, I know it won't be difficult for you."

The old man nodded and continued, "To be honest, I was quite worried before I met you. The information my subordinates gave me described you as a brave and aggressive bastard - of course, this is also relative to the elegance of the nobility. Or have you grown a lot during this period of time?"

How can one not grow when nearly thirty years of memories and experiences are suddenly instilled in one?

However, Eric didn't think he was bad enough to be aggressive. "It was Yela's teachings that made me understand what I really need to protect."

The old man looked at him for a moment and said, "Even people in this holy city don't talk about gods all the time."

Eric was silent. Was this saying that he was too immersed in the role?

"But it's great that you're interested in this," the Saint continued. "I was shocked when Alena told me you didn't even understand the Holy Scripture."

"I read it when I was a child, but later put it aside. I don't understand it very well, so I still need Her Highness the Saint to interpret and guide me."

Hearing her mention Alena, Eric asked, "I heard that Ms. Alena made a mistake and you dismissed her from her position as head nun?"

"That's right."

"I wonder what mistake she made?"

The Saint looked at him and asked, "I asked her to bring the daughter of the Kimino family to the Holy City. What did she bring back?"

"..."

Eric pursed his lips, thinking that if the old lady wasn't being unreasonable, then she was about to start being a riddler again.

"It doesn't look like it's her fault."

"Isn't it wrong to make me dissatisfied?" said the saint.

Eric was once again speechless. This was the Saint's territory, and she could indeed make any decision based solely on her own whims.

"I actually quite like that kid."

Alena, who is nearly thirty years old, is just a child in the mouth of the saint who is over eighty years old.

"She used to be smart, ambitious, and very likable, so I made her the Head Sister of the Seventh Monastery. There's never been a Head Sister as young as her before. I didn't expect this would actually harm her."

Eric leaned forward.

"She's become timid and hesitant," the saint said. "She's timid and hesitant in doing things. She's not as decisive as before. She's afraid of making mistakes in everything she does, as if I'd kick her out if she took one wrong step. She's not old in body, but her heart is. It's infuriating just to look at her."

No wonder she looked so devastated when he faked the miracle...

Eric quickly said, "I think Ms. Alena just doesn't want to disappoint the Saint. After all, you've entrusted her with such an important position, so of course she'll be more cautious."

The Saint's eyes slanted, "You mean it's my fault?"

Eric was confused. "Of course not."

"I also know why she is afraid of making mistakes..." The saint said, but did not continue for a long time, so Eric had to ask himself.

"You want to know? Then go ask her yourself."

The old man lowered his eyes, looking drowsy. "If she's willing to tell you, or take action, then it means she can still be saved. Otherwise..."

Before she could finish her words, the saint fell silent, as if she had really fallen asleep. Eric called her twice softly, but she didn't respond, so he had to leave.

"Your Highness is asleep." He said to the nun guarding outside.

Sister Gabi took Eric back to his previous room, told him to go to bed early tonight, and then left.

I'll ask Alena about it after the ceremony tomorrow, Eric thought, lying on the bed, closing his eyes and clearing his mind.

The most important thing is to get enough rest to attend tomorrow's ceremony.

(End of this chapter)