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

Frederica's cuisine is still different from other dishes.

I don't care if I just cut the ingredients, but there are parts that still don't have that flavor.

The strength of the taste of a single grain of salt and the amount of soup in the pot relative to it. Simply wrong amount of salt to put in will ruin everything.

On top of that, Frederica uses several herbs. Hard to use that as a rope.

The energetic kids cheered on Frederica's cuisine. Kids are quite sensitive to the difference in taste.

Perhaps Grandma Gemma has been making it for a long time. Gemma nods to everyone's delighted faces many times.

But I can't afford to focus on you right now.

Janet called me to his room.

It was obviously a small voice that only I could hear.

As a matter of fact, neither Emily nor Civila noticed the bustle.

Janet's consultation is certainly not personal between me and Janet. It's probably about this trip.

But I think that's why.

Why did you ask me to hear you?

Amy and Civila don't want to hear this.

I don't know... I don't know, but I'll come to a conclusion soon.

I couldn't spiritually afford to taste Frederica's food, and I put the food in front of me into my stomach, repudiating Janet's words over and over again.

Both the full kids sleep quietly with reassuring faces.

Girls are still too young to be gentle. A girl who pulls a blanket from a boy and a boy who looks cold.

Child-friendly Civila pours other blankets on the boy with a bitter smile.

"Full of energy.... it would be cute if you didn't have to grow up to be a fine lady and become a healthy swordsman."

As she stroked the head of the sleeping child with a small voice, she left the room.

"Let's go to sleep."

I see.

I nod to Civila with Amy and Janet.

For a moment, Janet and I looked at each other.

Once everyone is dissolved, Frederica and I finish reporting to Grandma Gemma, and I dive into the bed in the sleeping room.

Amy, Civila and Janet are naturally in separate rooms.

... After a while, it sounds like a kotori.

Then I heard the sound of stepping on the floor.

I'll check the sound and get out of bed.

I'm still glad to see what I was worried about.

Leaving the room, you'll probably find yourself there.

I'm here... the staircase to the basement behind the orphanage.

When you lift the floor plate, the lights slightly leak from it. Definitely, evidence of the presence of someone inside.

Reassured that his predictions were correct, he went down the stairs and closed the door.

Here, the basement of the orphanage is very large.

And strangely, there are so many books here.

The amount of libraries in the King's Landing is too unusual to think about from now on. Maybe there's something special about it.

But now it's time to think about it.

You're still here.

My murmuring shakes my blue hair.

Janet was reading a book well.

I left it next to the bed and woke up in the morning and I was already reading it, and I was reading it in the shade to avoid direct sunlight during the day. I read it in the evening and sometimes in the middle of the night.

Always, Janet was with the book.

My room is right here.

One day, Janet said:

As he said, Janet had become completely immersed in this basement, like his own room.

I must have heard that word because I used to read the book next to Janet.

Neither Amy nor Vince read much. I preferred to move my body outside.

I liked it too, but at night I was also interested in books.

In this way, Janet, who is surrounded by books, is probably the one I'm most familiar with.

Janet looked back at me with a faceless face -- but somewhere as relieved as me.

I remember that very well.

"Did you also think about the possibility that I don't remember? Hey, what were you gonna do if I didn't remember?

I was gonna go back to bed.

... seriously, I'm glad you remember me.

I almost missed Janet.

"Side, okay?

"Nh"

You can take that as a yes.

When I sat next to Janet, I noticed that I had a book at hand.

The title is "The Legend of the Virgin".

"Russell"

"What is it?"

Janet strokes the cover carefully while staring blurrily at the stairs.

"The Church sometimes lightens the weight in its hearts by saying unspeakable sins."

"Repentance, huh?"

"Yes."

Janet remained a little silent... but eventually opened his mouth as if he had decided.

"I want you to listen. My confession."