I Became A Thief Who Steals Overpowered Skills Chapter 212

[EP.212] I’m so angry, I fell out

Crashu left the Pope’s Garden and began walking down the corridors of the Great Temple.

[Relax your face. I’m going to catch and eat everything. ]

Then, Crimson Garden’s scolding was heard.

Just as she said, a lot of anger was swirling inside Krashu.

The reason Krasch was angry was simple.

‘Because there wasn’t a single ounce of Astria’s will in this story.’

She was born and raised as a saint by Freeman.

Having grown up as a saint, she acted in accordance with the role assigned to her.

But now.

Her life was dismissed as fake and she faced a situation where she was deprived of her status as a saint.

‘Astria has always lived as it pleases due to Freeman.’

Still, she did her best as a saint.

But why?

Her decisions as a saint were not discussed at all until the very end.

The country was trying to make its own decisions.

Krasch could not accept that fact.

So I was going to act in an unacceptable way.

I’m going to see Astria right now.

‘Holy royal family or whatever.’

Only by overturning things that are distracting to your eyes will your senses be resolved.

“… … “Mr. Krasch Valheim.”

At that moment, Krasch stopped walking when he heard a voice calling him.

When he turned his head, he saw the same blue hair as Tersada he had seen earlier.

However, the face beneath that blue hair was different from before.

A girl much younger than Tersada, who is said to be the youngest cardinal.

Mirei Beakis.

Because she was there.

She didn’t know it, but Krasch, who had been acquainted with her once at the women’s club, parted his lips.

“Miray Beakis, do you have any business?”

Mirei closed and opened her lips repeatedly.

Krasch realized that she had a story to tell.

Additionally, the story will be related to Astria.

Krasch was incredibly quick-witted in this regard.

“I’m on my way to see the saint.”

Krasch pointed behind himself and smiled.

“How about together?”

I felt like I could possibly hold the key to changing Astria’s life myself.

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Astria Stigma Freeman.

A saint born in the Holy Kingdom of Freeman.

What is the saint who was born loved by the gods doing now?

“He used to like Pierre?”

“Yes, Krashu is one of my favorite foods. “I often buy it for lunch.”

She was currently doing a background check on the person she was interested in.

And that too through the mouth of his best friend, Aslan.

Astria pondered Aslan’s story over and over again.

Although I have never tried cooking before, I felt like I should study it this time.

This is because it seemed like Krasch would be filled with happiness just by eating the delicious food he made.

Aslan looked at Astria, who was absent-mindedly thinking about finding a way to make piergi.

Seiran, who was listening intently next to her, also looked at Astria with his arms crossed.

Aslan and Seirang’s eyes suddenly met.

Then Aslan immediately nodded.

“How did the saint happen to have feelings for Crashu?”

“Hehehe, hehe!”

And Astria, surprised by the words that came out so bluntly, coughed while drinking her tea.

Astria, who barely got out of the saddle and was pounding her chest, looked back at Aslan.

Seirang, who was next to him, nodded as if satisfied.

Because what was frustrating was relieved.

Astria looked embarrassed after seeing the two people’s reactions.

Her face had turned bright red like blush.

She soon got angry.

“nine! Ugh!, I’ve never done that before!”

She even bit her tongue and strongly denied it.

But when Seirang saw that, he sighed.

“Astria, is there any point in being so embarrassed and denying it?”

“Isn’t it funny to hide it now? “The person asked quite a few questions about Krashu.”

“Well, that’s because I have a lot of trouble with that person. Just curious, just… … .”

Astria, who was talking gibberish with a very embarrassed face, soon lowered her head in a slowly crawling voice.

“… … “Am I too obvious?”

“Let’s just say we’re quick-witted.”

Astria pursed her lips miserably.

Not only Seirang but also Aslan, whom I spoke to for the first time today, was caught.

There was no way that the quick-witted Krasch could not know his own feelings.

“Come on, tell me. “What did you like about him so much?”

To be honest, Seirang is a little scared of Krashu.

This was because he knew about the sensual novels she had been writing and publishing as a hobby.

He is a time bomb that never knows when it will explode.

So from Seirang’s perspective, he had no choice but to be cautious about Krashu.

But that’s a separate story from my friend’s relationship.

Behind the veil, her eyes were sparkling with her friend’s love affair.

Astria was embarrassed by the gaze she felt even though she was wearing a veil, and slowly lowered her head.

“… … “At first, I just noticed it because of its appearance.”

In the end, Astria decided to be honest about what happened.

Seirang is also Seirang.

Since Aslan is Crashu’s friend, I thought I could get some good advice from him.

“It’s just that before you know it, it’s him. That’s how it happened… … .”

Her face was lowered as she spoke, perhaps because she was embarrassed.

“Well, Krasch has a habit of attracting people without realizing it.”

Aslan also agreed on that point.

Then Astria also made a tearful expression.

“That’s really true. Even though his personality is slightly mean, he is strangely kind at times. You keep making people worry. “If you’re going to be mean, you’ll just continue to be mean.”

Often, whenever Krasch looked at her affectionately, Astria felt like she was going crazy.

Even though he was always rude, Krasch couldn’t resist and made promises or treated him kindly whenever he insisted.

Although he seemed unaware, Astria had to endure the feeling of breaking down again and again at the sight of Krashu like that.

“I don’t know what is driving me so much about such topics, but I always make people worry about me with a face that makes me feel like I have the world on my back.”

Astria felt sad every time she saw him, who never seemed to have any intention of resting.

It would have been nice if he could have helped at least a little, but Krasch tried to do everything on his own.

“Wow, Astria, you really like that person a lot.”

Seirang looked at her with surprised eyes.

It was the first time I had seen Astria like someone this much.

Astria was also embarrassed after speaking, so she couldn’t make eye contact with the two people.

Still, I felt a little grateful for the two people who, as saints, did not argue with me when I said I liked someone.

The image of a saint is that of a priest who works hard for people throughout his life.

His appearance was very far from that of an ordinary person.

However, the two treated Astria without prejudice.

‘Even so for Seirang.’

Even Aslan can maintain this attitude, isn’t it because he is Crashu’s friend?

Because Krasch was that kind of person too.

Aslan, who encountered Astria, smiled slightly.

“It is as you said. “Krash is that kind of guy.”

Aslan also agreed because he knew what Krashu looked like as mentioned by Astria.

Krasch clearly lives as if he is being chased by something.

“But that doesn’t necessarily mean it looks unsettling.”

And Aslan did not look at Crasch so negatively.

“At least Krasch seems to have found his own life when he lives like that.”

Astria, who had not considered that part, looked at Aslan in surprise.

It certainly looked different from my friend’s position.

“For us, just supporting it from time to time is enough. Krasch brings something big every time.”

“that… … .”

As he said, he had the power to bring about events.

To be precise, it was Krasch who always stuck his head in when an incident occurred.

Shake!

At that moment, the door to the room where Astria and Aslan were talking suddenly opened.

It is said that even tigers will come when they are told, and Krasz appeared accompanied by the youngest Cardinal Mirei Beakis.

Krasch, who confidently entered the room, spoke to Astria.

“Astria, let’s overthrow Freeman.”

And this time, an absurd and absurd sound came out of his mouth.

As both Astria and Seiran looked bewildered, Aslan tilted his teacup again and smiled bitterly.

“Yes?”

This time too, it was Krasch who brought something incredible.

“… … What does that mean all of a sudden?”

After hearing what Crashu had said, Astria made a bewildered expression.

Moreover, that’s what he’s saying by dragging in Mirei Beakis, the youngest cardinal.

“The opposition intends to eliminate the current shackles of being a saint.”

But Krasch continued speaking without any concern.

Perhaps because she had already heard something from Diona, Astria was not that embarrassed.

Only, she also had a stiff face.

“Then I… … .”

“If it’s wrong, they’ll want to erase the saint herself.”

The opposition’s claim that they were going to get rid of the saint’s shackles was like saying that they were going to get rid of her herself.

“Even if I can’t do it, I would like to remove the position of saint from Freeman.”

“… … “Oh, you’re always so selfish.”

Astria slightly furrowed her eyebrows.

Well, it was only natural that they were using it for their own good, and now they were saying they would throw it away.

“So this time, let’s move according to your will.”

“Do you mean to overthrow Freeman?”

“okay.”

Astria looked as if she was asking why the conclusion was reached that way.

“It would be nice if things went well in the world, but sometimes there have to be times when you really get angry.”

“So that leads to a conversation about how to overthrow Freeman.”

“Because I plan to have you destroy the Holy Grail with your own hands.”

And the next words were something Astria had never thought of.

She looked at Krasch with an expression as if she had heard correctly.

But Krasch nodded as if he had heard correctly.

“Now, wait a minute, the Holy Grail?”

“Yes, Holy Grail.”

The opposition wants to eliminate the evil habit of being a saint.

In that case, they will definitely try to destroy the Holy Grail.

So Krasch was planning to kill him.

“If the saint destroys the Holy Grail herself and tells the world the story of what happened to the saint over the past time, Astria, you can remain as the saint who destroyed the Holy Grail.”

A saint who has done nothing can be easily erased.

However, the saint who took action to escape her bondage is engraved in people’s memories.

“If you do that, even the opposition won’t be able to touch you hastily.”

Of course, the opposition, who would want a complete religious revolution, would be upset to have their player taken away.

‘whatever.’

It wasn’t my business to be upset because this one was more upset.

Just as the opposition had failed in Krasch’s world in the first place, there was a possibility that this opposition would also fail.

If that happens, only Astria, one of their targets, will suffer damage.

Even the Holy Royal Family would not look kindly upon a saint whose name has been tarnished.

“… … Is that something that can be done so easily?”

When Astria asked worriedly, Krashu pointed to himself.

“I am there.”

Where does this confidence come from?

Astria looked at Krashu with a helpless expression.

But why?

She felt a tingling sensation inside her chest.

I couldn’t quite understand the feeling and was pressing my hand on my chest when Krasch continued.

“Of course, I plan to follow your wishes, Astria.”

And the moment Astria heard those words, she realized the meaning of the emotions stirring in her heart.

“If you don’t like it, don’t do it. “I will find another way.”

Krasch was doing this only for himself.

Her wishes were considered the most important, and a method was devised to prevent Astria from being put in an awkward situation by Freeman.

From beginning to end.

He was moving because he hoped he was safe.

The moment Astria recognized that fact, Astria’s eyes began to shake violently.

At the same time, the tips of her ears turned bright red.

Astria found it difficult to make eye contact with Krashu and slowly turned her head to the side.

As she remained silent and averted her eyes, Krasch stopped what he was saying.

“Not so good?”

Crashu looked at Astria calmly, as if he would stop if he didn’t like her.

Astria’s gaze became even more sad for no reason, so she cleared her throat repeatedly.

Is there no awareness or is it there?

He was a truly mean person.

fantasy, munchkin,