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Chloe was taken aback by the shaking of the bushes, but Abel was strangely calm. And a word handed indifferently to the bush.
“Are you here?”
“What~♡ Did you wait for me~?”
It was Estelle who came out through the bushes. She came back unscathed, with no injuries anywhere, just some ogre blood on her clothes and skin.
“It’s not like that. The sounds from earlier, were the ogres falling as they died?”
“Yes~♡ Why do you ask that?”
After hearing Estelle’s answer, Abel looked at Chloe and said.
“Did you hear that? They say the ogre isn’t there anymore.”
“…Uh…Did the saintess defeat all the ogres?”
When Chloe asked in bewilderment, Estelle lowered her eyebrows and looked at Abel.
“Because I’m not a scumbag like the hero~♡ I just don’t flirt with ogres~♡”
“Because I wasn’t a jerk either?”
“Who was the person who couldn’t react to the flying mace and flew away after being hit?”
As Estelle giggled and laughed, Abel cursed at her as she trembled.
“…f*ck.”
“You can’t say bad words, hero♡”
But Chloe didn’t even hear the saintess and the warrior bickering.
A saintess single-handedly subdued a group of ogres, her advanced monsters?
“Come here. I’ll treat the wounds you’ve been hurt by for a while~♡”
“…Yes.”
“You’re only hurt so many times by an ogre~♡ It’s such a waste to be called a hero~”
“…Noisy.”
Chloe couldn’t help but look at the two of them with awe.
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“Oh, hero.”
“…What else?”
The saintess, who was treating her wounds while talking like a dick, pointed her bare holy sword behind her back.
“I think the holy sword has changed a bit?”
“Yes?”
At her words, she pulled out her holy sword.
A pure white blade. Same.
I think the size is f*cking big…What’s changed?
“Nothing has changed?”
“You bastard♡ You really have a narrow field of vision~♡ Look at the handle the hero is holding.”
“A handle?”
I listened to the saintess and looked at her handle.
“Huh?”
Why is this golden? Was it originally gray?
“Am I right? The hero doesn’t even know how his sword has changed~♡ Fool♡ idiot♡”
“…Why did this change?”
“Um~♡ Isn’t this a sign that the holy sword is being opened?”
Ah, this was the Ego Sword, right?
“What are the conditions for unlocking the Holy Sword of Order?”
“I don’t know, do I?”
“Yes?”
Last time, Elfriede talked like he knew.
“It is said that the conditions for awakening the ego are difficult for the holy sword of order, but no one knows exactly what it is. No one has awakened the holy sword of order yet.”
Come to think of it, she said El Friede was picky too, but she didn’t tell me what the conditions were.
“Then what did I do to change like this?”
“Well… The only thing the hero did was look at me slyly~♡”
When did I do that, b*tch.
“Isn’t it because the hero saved me?”
It was Chloe who said that.
“Save me?”
“Because the hero saved me from being nearly killed by an ogre.”
From noble mtl dot com.
“Hmm…really?”
The saintess narrowed her eyes and looked at me.
Why do you look like that? Didn’t I tell you to keep it too?
“Looking at Chloe with a shady gaze, she seems to have liked it quite a bit~?”
…I’m not interested in a child’s body, you bastard.
“…When did I watch it in the dark? And it’s only natural to save people when they’re dangerous.”
“I’m kidding~♡ I know.”
It’s the worst thing to do.
Whether she knew what I was thinking or not, the saintess spoke in a very serious voice.
“A hero is someone who saves people no matter what. Don’t forget the feelings and emotions you feel after saving people.”
“…Yes.”
…You look so serious, I can’t say anything else.
Healed all of her wounds, listened to the saintess’ advice, and cut off the ogre’s head. He said that the villagers would be able to feel safe only if there were loot.
“Oh! Thank you very much, hero!!”
And as the saintess said, she returned to the village and showed the ogre’s head, and the village chief expressed his gratitude.
But isn’t it hard to bend your back that much at that age?
Not only the village chief, but all the villagers were delighted to see the ogre’s head with me. It’s rewarding to see you so happy.
“Hi, I guess we have to hold a banquet today. Even for the warrior.”
“It’s okay. I’d rather use it to rebuild the town…”
“No, it can’t be. Do you intend to make this old man the one who does not even show his gratitude to his benefactor?”
…I have nothing to say if I say that.
“…A small request.”
“Hold on to your worries!”
The banquet prepared by the villagers was held in the evening. All the villagers gathered in the center of the village, gathered delicious food and drinks, and lit a fire in the center.
Because it’s like this, it’s like having a campfire.
“Come on, let’s eat. Even though I don’t wear anything, I hope you enjoy it.”
“You prepared a lot, what…”
The village chief offered me a drink with a benevolent smile. When I glanced at the saintess, she lightly nodded her head.
You allowed it? Without hesitation, I took the village chief’s wine glass and drank it in one gulp.
“Great!”
This is what medieval beer tastes like. Much better than K-Beer?
How much I really wanted beer… It was always disappointing that nobles’ banquets were nothing but wine.
“It tastes good!”
“Ooh, do you like beer?”
“Yes, keep following me, chief!”
I carefully received the glass given to me by a woman from Chloedo Village and sipped it.
Holy Chloe, this is how you drink beer.
As I poured another cup into my mouth, the village chief clapped his hands and said.
“You’re eating well, warrior!”
“Kyaa! It tastes like this!”
“I prepared a lot of alcohol. Let’s eat snacks here too!”
“Oh! The food is delicious too!”
This is a party. The quiet banquet of the aristocratic ministers is somewhat heavy and not interesting.
Maybe it’s because I ate well and grew up well, on average, there are a lot of pretty people, so my eyes are good, but other than that, there wasn’t anything particularly enjoyable.
On the other hand, how about this banquet? Just drink and have fun. There’s nothing to shy away from. Very good.
The saintess… She was a clergyman, so she refused to drink. Seeing her only nibbling her food makes her feel a little bit like that.
Did you know how to say…?
You can’t drink this delicious drink alone, you look good, b*tch~!
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“…Umnya.”
Abel was asleep. She decided to drink from the beginning and drank it, but eventually collapsed like that after a while.
Perhaps it was because Chloe was weak in alcohol in the first place, even though she hadn’t had a few drinks, she was lying on the floor and sleeping.
Only Estelle, who was not drinking, was sitting there looking at the burning firewood. The village chief asked such a saintess.
“Saint, do you like the food?”
“…Yes, I see. It was delicious.”
The taste was there. Estelle, however, did not like the food very much.
“If only I wasn’t playing around.”
“…Yes?”
The village chief looks at himself with eyes asking what he’s talking about. Seeing him, Estelle smiled viciously.
“So, when are you going to start? I am tired of waiting.”
The saintess looked at the village chief with her eyes that said she knew everything. The village chief was embarrassed at first, but then he smiled lightly.
“…Heh heh.”
The village chief erased the smile from his face. Then he looked at Estelle with a serious look and asked.
“…Since when did you notice?”
“Starting with the part about being persecuted by ogres, I couldn’t ask for help. Doesn’t that make sense?”
Estelle smiled.
“Ogres are smarter than trolls, after all. Could the ogre have noticed that the villager made up his mind to escape? They’re the ones who wouldn’t even think that people could sneak out in the first place.”
“…You know monsters too well.”
Estelle didn’t bother to say it, but she was actually more suspicious.
A slaughterhouse you can see over there. While going to camouflage as an offering to the ogre, I found a place where the sword was hung like that. The villagers called it a slaughterhouse, but there was no way that was the case.
A slaughterhouse must have meat to slaughter, but no matter where I looked around the village, I couldn’t find a place where livestock were raised. There are no cows, pigs, or even chickens.
Even if you assume that the ogre has eaten all the livestock, it is normal for the facilities related to it to remain, but there was no such facility in this village.
That said, it is a lie to say that it is a slaughterhouse. Then what is it? Why are there so many knives and blood splatter marks?
…The answer is obvious. It must have been a place where the stomachs of non-livestock were cut open and carcasses were disposed of.
Yes.
I mean ‘people’. The whole town must have been doing this.
Assuming that, it explains why they couldn’t ask for help from other villages, and why there are so many places with swords like that hanging all over the place. The village was also hidden at the foot of the mountain, so it wouldn’t have been noticed.
However, the question is… Lancaster’s security forces are patrolling all the way here, so how did they break through the security and continue trafficking? That was the question
‘…Well, that’s something we’ll find out later.’
“By the way, it’s amazing that you’ve held out for over a year. The amount the ogre ate must have been staggering. It must have been quite a lot of money already earned?”
“…You don’t seem to know that being too smart isn’t good either. If I had been sleeping like the four years old, I would have gone comfortably.”
The villagers, including Gregorio, each raised their swords and stood up. Even the villagers who thought they were drunk. Apparently, it was all acting.
Looking at them for a moment, Estelle muttered as she looked at the firewood burning again.
“Four years for a saint of the Church…Kick.”
Laughing lightly, Estelle proposed to Gregorio.
“I’ll give you one chance. I’ll take a look if you turn yourself in now.”
“…Pretentious. I don’t know what kind of confidence they have when it comes to the subject of a totem that only gives blessings by sticking close to the hero.”
“Totem?…Puhahahaha! You know quite well about the reality of the hero and the saintess.”
The relationship between the hero and the saint of the current generation was just like that, as Gregorio said. All battles were conducted by warriors, and the saintess was a totem that only gave blessings by her side.
The reason it had to be that way was because all the existing saints weren’t real saints.
Originally, a saint is a proxy for fortune-telling by God. However, it did not happen every time that a god occupied a surrogate.
In the current situation where demon kings and monsters are dominant and humans feel threatened, each church has started to select saints even without an oracle to support the hero, expand the church’s influence, and make themselves known.
This has become a custom, and to this day, saints are being selected every generation.
That’s why the saintess didn’t know how to do anything but bless. He doesn’t even know how to use the Holy Spirit to support the hero, and even if he wants to use it, he doesn’t have enough divine power. Because she’s not a real saint. It’s because she’s not a real saint, the representative of God, but a fake.
In that sense, Gregorio’s expression was accurate. A totem that only gives blessings. It was so funny because it was true.
The villagers were approaching to capture Estelle. He carries chains and shackles to bind Estelle, Abel, and Chloe.
“…But you know what?”
But no one here knew.
“Catch!”
“I am real.”
《 Sacred Chain 》
Tsar Tomb! Chunk!
In an instant, shining white chains were ejected from the air, tying everyone in the village. To not even take a step.
Unable to hide his embarrassment, Gregorio shouted at Estelle.
“…What, what did you do!?”
“I just showed you the power of a real saintess.”
“…What?”
Estelle lifted her hips with her light movements and tilted her head slightly to her side, looking at Gregorio.
“Ah, and you misunderstood something, subjugating a group of ogres…”
The peach-colored lips parted slightly and drew an arc. A sweet yet cruel voice escaped from her parted lips.
“It’s not the hero, it’s me~♡”