The Human Saint is Bored, so I was Summoned to Another World

Madelaine Ann Rubinforth's Resolution (Part 1)

**Madelaine**

It was said that the gates of heaven were of pearly-white, and its streets were made of gold...

"..."

However, I could only give a glance at those supposedly 'precious' things. I didn't even care about those.

"..."

Because, in all honesty, I never needed them. A rich and powerful husband? A big, opulent house in the country? Maids and guards that attend to my needs and safety? Those are trivial things compared to what I've found...

I've got someone who understands and stands up for me. Even though he could be pretty detached, or his head was full of weird ideas, he only desired the things that would make me genuinely happy...

"Kuro...",

And what did I do to repay him? I only got him trapped in this world that wasn't his own. I got him involved in my stupid whims and tantrums. And in the end, he had to be killed...all because he wanted to help me...

"..."

I think now is my time to give back all that I can to this man who always stood by my side.

"!!!"

"Ah! You're that saint named Maddie, right? If I remember, you're the..."

"The Human Saint."

"Ah yes! The Great Saint of Chersea!"

"I'm indeed the saint, but I'm not great, Mister Peter." I replied to the doorkeeper, "And I come here to plead to the gods."

"Oh, right! Right!" the old man with a rooster on his arm then took out a golden key and unlocked the big pearly-white gates of heaven, "Don't worry, Maddie. I'm sure the gods would like to hear your petition."

"Thank you for your help, old man."

"Yes, my pleasure, dearie!" the old doorkeeper smiled gently, "Go on now, my child. They're waiting..."

With the pearly gates open, I took my steps inside into the majestic palace made of gold. If I remember correctly, this was one of the splendid palaces of the gods. If I made it past those golden pillars, I'm sure I'll be in the holy presence of the High King of the gods, the great Creator...

"..."

"Oh! Welcome my child! What brings you here?"

"!!!"

I saw another old man with a gentle yet dignified look on his face, sitting on a gold and ivory throne set upon a pedestal. He was looking outside as if he's in deep reflection. I knew him though, for, in contrast to the majesty of this place, his simplicity always stood out.

"Thank You for allowing me into Your audience, oh Great Creator, the High King of the Gods of All Realms."

"I won't turn my back on a beautiful soul that cries out to me for help." he replied, "So, what is it you want?"

"Your Majesty...if I may be selfish for a bit, there's a person I'd like You to help..."

"Yes, that boy named Kuro. It's a pity that he had to die like that..."

"Lord, why did that happen?" I could hear my voice quiver as I looked into my hands. My vision was muddled; I was about to cry, "I tried to heal him, but my powers would not work! Where did I go wrong?"

The High King could only stare at me with sadness on His face. He then stood and reached for me as tears flowed from my eyes, "My child, you must remember that he was someone from a world under another deity. Have you forgotten the agreement of the gods about this?"