Next chapter is a new arc.
The Saint’s Recovery Magic is a Degraded Version of Mine
“…..Eep……”
When the saint’s gaze met with mine, she let out a frightened voice and prepared to scream.
“S-sorry!!”
Before she could do that, I rotate my body and immediately close the room door.
Nevertheless, I wonder if she perhaps came her from the capital by herself.
“……U-um… Might you still be there……?”
While I was thinking about one thing or another, a small voice called out from within the room.
“A-ah, yes. I’m here, more or less.”
“……Ah, um.. I’ve finished changing so it’s alright to come in now.”
Having received permission to enter from the Saint, I cautiously open the door.
That is, I mustn’t let the Saint realise that I know her true ident.i.ty.
“Um.. Nice to meet you. My name is Luna. I am serving as the current [Saint].”
……Oblivious of that needless anxiety of mine, the Saint unexpectedly divulges her own ident.i.ty at once.
“H-huh, is it alright to simply reveal that you are the [Saint] just like that?”
I thought for sure that the attire she wore for the charity work in the past, was to hide her ident.i.ty though……
“………”
Hereupon, the Saint sunk into silence and started to pale.
“W-was that no good, perhaps…………?”
And then asks me with a pale face.
“Ah, indeed, it might be better not to say it from now on. I won’t tell anyone so you can rest a.s.sured though.”
“Th-thank you very much. B-but I was also going to ask that of you anyway.”
I took her into consideration when I said that, but it seems this saint might have a strong compet.i.tive spirit.
In that case, I wonder if there’s any means of making use of that in reverse……
“Then it’s better that I don’t use honorifics either, right? Since I don’t know what might cause you to be exposed.”
“And so, how did you come here? From the looks of it, you don’t have any escorts or anything.”
Having received the Saint’s acknowledgement, I promptly ask what was on my mind, without using any honorific speech.
“……That’s.. I did bring several escorts in the beginning, but they were attacked by a crimson dragon en route.”
Ah.. Huh? That crimson dragon, it couldn’t possibly be the one we saw, right……?
“Normally there shouldn’t be any reason for a dragon to appear in such a place, so it might have been that the dragon had just finished recuperating from an injury by some chance and we just happened to be unlucky to encounter it.”
Yup, that was probably the one I healed.
“I-it must have been tough.”
I frantically feign calmness so she wouldn’t sense my trembling.
“My escorts played the decoy and let me go on ahead so I was able to come all the way here, but I’m worried about my escorts so……”
“I-is that so.”
Really, I pray for the safety of those escorts from the bottom of my heard.
“Also, speaking of which, why did you come here?”
I asked her how she came here some time ago, but I didn’t get to hear her reason for coming.
“Th-that is……”
“GYAAAAAAaaAA!!”
When the Saint attempted to say something, the king’s yell was heard from outside the room.
I completely forgot about it, but I’m sure he started to eat Tré’s cooking just then.
“Just now, that was… Father!!?”
“Ah.. Hey!”
I chase after the Saint who swiftly flew out of the room, and head to where Tré and the king were.
When I caught up to the saint, on the floor of the room was the saint, who was casting recovery magic on the collapsed, with the whites of his eyes showing, king, and Tré was sitting in the corner of the room, hugging her knees.
“Heal! ……As I expected, Heal won’t do…… In that case, Death Poison, Refresh, High Heal!!”
It seems as though her wave of three consecutive healing spells succeeded, and although the king didn’t regain consciousness, his expression looked more at ease.
“Haa, with this I can rest a.s.sured. ……Oh?”
After the healing, it seems Tré’s cooking had been projected in the Saint’s gaze.
“Come to think of it, I still haven’t eaten anything. It looks like Father has also partaken, so I will also partake as well, okay?”
If she thought about it calmly, she should have realised the reason behind the king collapsing, but the saint had it tough, having been worn out and her judgement also faltering.
“……Ugu……”
Before I could stop her, the Saint had a taste of the cooking and followed the same path as the king had before.
Even her especially beautiful eyes had rolled over, and I once again felt the horror of Tré’s cooking……
“……*sob*……….”
Knowing that she was the one to cause this situation, Tré had stayed in the corner the whole time.
“……Tré, everyone makes mistakes. I-it’s okay to try again n-next time.”
“……M-master.”
After comforting Tré, I approach the collapsed saint and perform healing on her.
“Heal.”
Tré’s cooking was so potent that the Saint’s recovery treatment couldn’t handle it.
However, the saint, whose eyes were rolled over in pain with the whites of her eyes showing, calmed down and returned to her original beautiful face the moment I cured her.
“Sigh, as expected, it becomes like that…….”
As I expected, it only took me one try.
Someone tell me the meaning of this!!
While looking at the two on the floor, I grumble in secret???
A/N: I managed to complete the up to the point I had wanted to write about (?) when I first started this series!!
I also think that this manner of writing with a postscript here makes it seem as though it’ll end as it is, but there’s still much to continue!!
I plan to continue this manner of one update per day so best regards.
Well then, please excuse me for now