I was excommunicated from the Holy Knights

41 – When I came to my senses, it was a needlessly flashy hell 4

Count Thurn, who took me in his arms and called me his son.

I didn’t know what to do or how to react to this absurd situation from the point of view of the person involved.

‘son? No.. all of a sudden, something out of the blue..’

First of all, the first thing that came to my mind was, isn’t this man making fun of me right now? thought to do.

However, to say that the person who was caught as a spy and awaiting punishment, not another person, as his son, and doing this was an act that had no merit unless it was a really special pervert.

‘Then… that means that what this person is saying is real…’

In the original story, Count Thurn had no sons.

Mentioned a few times, but actually dead, only talking about daughters who are sorcerers.

Because of this, he has always been worried about his successor.

And, of course, the connection between Santana, who was a passing background, and Count Tourn, a supporting figure, was not expressed at all in the work.

Just one thing.

Except for the s*x part…

‘Now.. Wait a minute… Come to think of it, the same goes for Thurn and I, both of them have the surname Andreas, right?’

To be honest, until now, people around me said that it was just a downfall of an aristocratic family.

To be precise, Andreas was known only as the name of an aristocratic family near Milan in the past that went bankrupt.

But I never really imagined that it could mean the Andreas family’s castle in Bohemia, not Milan.

“I have been trying in every way to find you for the past 11 years, but to no avail! But God was not indifferent! At a time like this… To see you appearing in front of me again like this at this important time…”

Count Thurn was talking to me while holding me in his arms.

Judging from what he said, it seemed that it was probably not a joke or a slander, but the truth.

The Santana of the original story was actually the lost son of Count Thurne.

‘f*ck.. no.. is this real? Was Santana really the son of Count Thurn? No.. But why did this guy crawl all the way to Milan and play the role of a paladin? Even for 11 years.’

Speaking of Count Thurne, he was a person who played a pivotal role in the heretical forces.

It would be normal for a child of such a person to be active in the heretical faction.

However, the Santana I knew was nothing more than a Milanese paladin, and rather, it was presumed that he had a rather negative attitude toward heresy, judging from his life so far.

Of course, after the existence of Santana was replaced by me, I became a loose personality who didn’t care about heresy.

However, no matter what the reality is.

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Now I had to make a choice as a person named Santana.

‘Even if Santana was really the son of Count Turnen, that’s your case… Here I really have to judge the situation coldly. Should I accept this fact as it is, or deny this fact…’

11 years is a time when a lot has really changed.

In terms of age, it is the same as running away from home in the early to mid-teens and returning as an adult.

There was a high possibility that there would be a big difference not only in the change in appearance, but also in the atmosphere and memories in the head.

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Nevertheless, the reaction of Count Turnen, who recognized me as his son at once, just because we had the same name and at the same time similar appearance, was quite unnatural, except for the fact that it was a father’s intuition.

In other words, if I deny that I am a child of Thurn here, there is a possibility that it will be eaten unexpectedly.

And, above all, in the long run, it was the correct answer in that we had to get out of here quickly so as not to get caught up in a war with the emperor that would soon follow.

However… this was also the story of when me and my colleagues could survive here.

If I say here that I am not the son of Count Thurn, how is that accepted?

It was very likely that the next place we would head would be the other world, not the Dragona Empire.

Since he was caught using his son’s name and acting as a spy for the church, Count Turnen would have no reason to excuse himself.

It was only natural that it would be much better to roll in this world even after rolling in dog sh*t than to fly straight to the other world without dreams or hopes.

Even if this happens, you will be completely stranded here in Bohemia, but the answer is already decided.

In the end, there was only one conclusion I could draw from this.

“… In the meantime… It was intense.. father..ji..”

“Yes.. my son. Really… Thank you very much. To come back safely like this. Now this father has no more time.”

A father-son reunion that never happened in the original work.

Even though the son had someone else in his head, I had no other choice to survive.

So, while holding my body even tighter, I spoke in the voice of Count Turnen, who was deeply moved.

Hearing that voice of ‘Father’, I let out a deep sigh inside.

I’m not sure if it’s good luck or bad luck

As a result, while lamenting my beggarly misfortune for not being able to get out of this uselessly flashy pit of hell…

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‘… Why is there still no news? Could it be that something has already happened…’

Cazeros is just looking at the prison door with an expression full of anxiety.

At this moment, her mind was filled with only worries about Santana.

‘It shouldn’t go wrong… if something happens to him, I… I…’

An anxious feeling that goes beyond worry and even feels sorrow.

It couldn’t be said to be a mere worry about a colleague.

Ever since I became a paladin, I have been seeing and experiencing Santana from the side,

In particular, as she went through the most eventful journey of her life, even though it only lasted a few months, Santana became more important than an ordinary colleague or friend to Cazeros.

It has freedom not bound by rituals or formalities,

At the same time, someone who knows what the most important values are.

And, someone who has a truly extraordinary ability to lightly solve all problems in ways that she couldn’t even imagine.

Watching him like this, Cazeros naturally started to fall for him,

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Now, for her, the man named Santana has become so important that she can no longer be in her life.

‘No way… it’s not really going to end like this, right? I haven’t been able to tell you yet…’

At the ominous thought that suddenly came to mind, Cazeros hurriedly held on to the Rosary (rosary) he was wearing on his wrist and prayed earnestly.

‘Ah.. Father in heaven.. Holy Mother of God.. Magdalene, the coordinator of the world.. Please hear the prayer of this weak daughter.. Please protect the noble one who obeys your will.. Does the girl yearn for it? Protect him from harm at the hands of those vicious heretics..’

Like that, Cazeros prayed with his hands together with all his heart.

Although no response came in accordance with this, at least at this moment.

She was able to calm down the anxious feelings that were welling up in her heart.

“ha… ”

Cazeros let out a deep sigh and turned his gaze toward the prison door again.

At that time, her gaze suddenly turned to Santana’s other ‘woman’ sitting next to her.

A woman in almost exactly the same treatment as herself..

Even in this situation, Polena was just showing a calm expression.

Like, there is no need to worry about this situation right now. As if everything would be fine with time.

With doubt and some dissatisfaction with the fact,

Cazeros asked the red-haired maid in front of him in a slightly stiff voice.

“Even in a situation like this, you can afford it… Do you have a corner to believe in?”

“Huh…well?..how about it?”

“..This is not the time to play around. You really have a problem with Santana, but what are you going to do?”

“How are you? Even if we only worry about cancer, it doesn’t mean that there won’t be any problems. is not it?”

“… ”

Cazeros was speechless at the words of Polena, who once again hit the mark.

Seeing her like this, Polena leaned back against the prison wall with a smile on her lips and spoke in a relaxed voice.

“For now, believe in the master. Just like you always have.”

“Um… ”

It didn’t sound very sweet, but on the other hand, Polena’s words could be said to be extremely realistic.

Cazeros was not very reluctant to this, but as she said, he decided to trust Santana and wait a little more calmly.

That moment..

“!”

soldiers suddenly approaching.

Then they cautiously opened the prison door, looked at the two of them, and spoke respectfully.

“Follow me.”