Black Eagle’s Saint~ The Expelled Healer Masters Dark Magic from His Spare Magic Powers

I, the [Saint] I met with Civila, consumed his talent and gained a new occupation (job) called [Lord Devil of the Darkness].

I defeated the Demon King in my hometown Adriatic. And I started over with Amy.

I also defeated the Demon King in the port town of Seiris. Saved an orphan in need of money with Civila.

Then Madeira uncovered the plot of the Red Salvation Society and returned the children to a city where they could see the paper play with a smile outside.

We reconnected our separated parents and children and treated all the inhabitants of Madeira with the same strength as the Virgin.

I even crushed a demon like Civila's ass and showed it to her.

Everything was going well.

That's what I was going to do with the feeling of "decorating my hometown with brocade".

But...

"Russell... Russell? No, no... oh, I can't believe the world I'm recognizing anymore... is it a (...) phantom... or something?"

"What's the matter, man?"

"I wonder if I'm familiar with Russell...? I can't believe my memory... nothing, nothing..."

What is this...?

Amy jumps forward in a way that is too miserable.

"Janet!"

"Ah, there's Emily... I'm sure this one too..."

"--It's real! It's your best friend, Emily. It's real. I broke up with Hammond... and Russell forgave me. I've been with you the whole time. I just got back, it's Emily."

"... it's right, it's right. It matches. If the perceptions are consistent, this is the correct answer... and the possibility of the correct answer is high (...) or high (...)"

"You're absolutely right! What's the matter, you forgot about me? Or was I the only one who thought I was your best friend!?

"I wanted to be my best friend. I always thought you weren't qualified."

... hey, what is this?

What the hell am I being shown?

A familiar child who is supposed to be familiar with making meaningless noises.

However, the expression was something I had never seen before.

For us, a girl named Janet was the head of a party with absolute trust.

But now Janet is murmuring with bumps and gaze, as if all the elements of "confidence" had been scraped off.

"Extra Heels, Cure." You and Grandma Gemma, you can take care of them.... what happened?

Janet looks at me a little bit, looks at Emily, looks at Frederica... wrinkles between her eyebrows in the shape of Civila.

Well, of course Janet doesn't know.

"Oh, I'm not feeling well anymore. The saint's... undoubtedly the saint's combined healing and combined healing. Well, there aren't two of them in this generation. You can't disguise yourself. Then... it's a real Russell. I knew it... how can I beat a saint..."

Janet speaks too much and doesn't know what to return.

When I was lost, Janet cut out this next time.

"Amy... I'm sorry."

"I've already broken..."