CH 58

Severed fingers are lying all over the lawn.

They kind of look like caterpillars.

“Your Horai sword is incredibly sharp, Kokeshi,” Curtis said.

“It cuts well but is fragile, myon, if you make a mistake, it’s going to bend, myonyo,” Koishi replied.

All these clusters of severed fingers are the work of Koishi-chan’s gauntlet with her Horai sword.

“Ah, you Skulls,” I said. “I’ll put your fingers back together, so go find yours and come over here.”

“Uggh, is, is it okay?”

“We’re so sorry, ggguuh.”

“If you don’t have fingers, you’ll be in trouble, so line up, line up,” I said.

For the time being, I will cast High Heal on the Skulls.

Well, if the injury is just severed fingers, you just have to stick them back together.

Horai swords, or rather Japanese swords, are lighter and sharper than Western swords.

Koishi-chan’s fighting style is a blitz that makes use of sword speed and changes in stance.

Alter the trajectory of the swing by shifting it by a few centimeters along the way.

Then you can’t get away your fingers away, so so you can’t escape the attack.

It’s a nasty tactic.

“I have extra fingers leftover…” I said, looking at the three digits remaining.

Hmmm.

I interrogate the student-like, spindly Skull Corpsman.

“Go tell whichever Skull is still missing these to go see a doctor themselves, and that I can’t take care of them,” I said.

“Got it. I’m grateful for the treatment, even though we are enemies…”

“It’s okay, it’s hard to lose your fingers for the rest of your life because of something so trivial,” I said.

The spindly Skull Corpsman bit his mouth and nodded silently.

I waved at the Skull Corpsmen that had healed from their injuries and let them escape.

And they run away at full speed.

“Are you sure about this, Makoto?” Carol asked.

“We can’t arrest them,” I said. “It’s just more trouble.”

“I almost died… you might have been…” Carol said.

“Everyone in the faction was strong, so somehow it’s all fine,” I said, smiling.

It will take time to be questioned by officials, and Pottinger-kyou’s house will probably cover it up anyway, so there’s no problem even if you let them escape.

Of course, if someone in my faction got hurt this time, I’d be pissed off.

Normally, this may have been the igniting incident of a holy war.

Curtis-onii-chan told me to start the Saint’s Faction, which helped me a lot.

If it was just Carol and me, I don’t think we could have survived nearly 30 thugs coming at us.

Corinna-chan or Melissa-sama might have been kidnapped and threatened.

After all, numbers are what counts in battle, Curtis-onii-chan.

Three Skull Corpsmen were sitting on the lawn.

They take off their masks and kneel on the ground.

And underneath were some dirty ojis.

What is it?

“I didn’t know you were the saint!”

“I pointed my sword at you, when you came to the slums many times to serve food and helped our neighbors!”

“Punish me, give me a punishment!”

“What the, were you guys from the slums?”

“”Yes, we were!””

The three old men rubbed their foreheads on the ground.

“Well, it can’t be helped if it’s for the money, don’t worry about it, just go,” I said.

“Bu-But!”

“From now on, stop working such dirty jobs, and oh yeah, you’re in my way, so just go home,” I said.

“You’re too kind.”

“Oh, oh, what a Saint.”

“I’m going to stop doing this thug work, I’m so sorry.”

The three men ran toward the exit of the park crying.

Geeze, I feel sorry for these criminals.

“So the people in the slums love you, Makoto?” Carol said.

“Because the Great Temple often runs soup kitchens in the slums,” I said. “It’s the temple that they like.”

“Is that so?” Carol said.

“Of course, it must be,” I said.

They say I’m a saint candidate, but compared to me, my contribution to society is small compared to the obaaa-chans and the ni-sans.

I can only use Light magic, so I’m not much of a person myself.

In that respect, the obaa-chans and the ni-sans are amazing, they are kind and have a lot of social experience.

There are also fallen nobles.

Although they’ve deviated from the main path of nobility, they’re happily and energetically serving society.

“Well, I’m going to the Great Temple. I’ll be back at the dormitory tomorrow morning,” I said.

“Understood, be careful,” Carol said.

I’m glad that she’s worried about me.

“If they attack me near the Great Temple, it means death, so if they’re going to strike again, it will be near the school, but we’ve already repelled them, so we’ll be fine,” I said.

Cattleya-sama stood up and bowed to me. “I will go to the second official residence of Pottinger-kyou and inquire about the Black Skull Corps.”

“Cattleya-sama, you’ll put yourself in danger,” Melissa said as she took Cattleya’s hand.

Well, it was the day before yesterday that she was pushed into the pond.

“Thank you for your concern, Melissa-sama,” Cattleya said. “But you know, this is something I have to do, that only I can do.”

Curtis stood up and tapped Cattleya-sama on the shoulder.

“Well said, Cattleya, I’ll go back you up,” Curtis said.

“Thank you, Curtis-sama.”

“If something happens to Cattleya, Curtis-shyama and I will … Elsa-shyama and the three of us will attack, myon,” Koishi said. “I’ll be there so you can have peace of mind, myon.”

“Thank you, Koishi,” Cattleya said.

“As the official wife, no matter what happens, you must not die, Cattleya, alright?” Elsa said.

“Yes, Elsa-sama!” Cattleya said.

I shot a nano-sized ring of Light around me again.

Oops, Anne-san was unexpectedly nearby.

When I turned around in surprise, Anne-san raised her eyebrows as if she understood why.

This person really does erase her presence and hides nearby.

Further expanding the circle of light, two or three maids were lurking in the forest.

Is that Shirley?

I shouted loudly to the one who seems to be Shirley-san.

“Ah, if Cattleya-san gets hurt badly, I’m going to get angry enough to call a holy war on Duke Pottinger!” I went.

“What are you talking about, Makoto?” Corinna asked, curious.

“Just in case, I tried to declare it to the lurking spies,” I said.

“I see,” Corinna said.

Cattleya-sama’s cheeks turned red and she was trembling. “Thank you Makoto, you really are a good person…”

Cattleya-sama is too impressed.

We’ll be friends soon, so it’s only natural.

She bowed her head and walked towards the second official residence of Pottinger-kyou.

Don’t die, Miss Cattleya.

If you’re injured, I’ll heal you, so do your best.

I say goodbye to everyone, walk straight, pass in front of Hiyoko-Do, and after a while, you will reach the Great Temple.

Or rather, it’s not a distance that requires a carriage.

When I turned the corner of Hiyoko-Do, three black knights stood quietly.

Uoh, this is bad, House Mahler is here.

When I was cautious and reached out for the dagger on my waist, the leading black knight bowed his head.

“We mean you no harm, Holy Seijou-sama,” he said.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“Our master, Gustav Mahler-sama, wants to apologize to the Saint-sama,” the black knight said.

“I don’t need an apology, just return the money you stole from the cafeteria and post an apology on the capital square bulletin board. Then I’ll forgive him,” I said.

The black knights looked at each other.

“Um, our master wants to apologize, and would like to invite the Saint-sama to the Mahler-sama’s townhouse…”

“Who’s going to the venomous spider’s lair alone? If you want to apologize, tell Gustav-hakushaku to come to the Great Temple himself,” I said.

“Un-Understood, we’ll tell him,” the lead black knight said.

The three lowered their heads and left into the back of the alley.

“Did the horses come home safely?” I asked.

“Yes, thank you very much, all three of them are back,” the black knight replied, turning around and replying cheerfully.

All right, it’s not the horse’s fault.

Also, the captain’s leg seems to be firmly reattached.

Seriously, if you want to apologize, come and do it with your own two feet.