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

Janet was the first one to think about banishing the party.

The words were shocking to me, who had always thought Vince's arrogant runaway - and, at the same time, a convincing answer in me.

I respect Janet.

An overwhelming amount of knowledge and accompanying reflection. Furthermore, prior knowledge of organizations such as the "Red Relief Society" was probably acquired by gathering information rather than books.

Overwhelming desire for knowledge and concomitant power to solve. Janet, who had left the orphanage, had a better mind than ever before.

That's why I thought.

Why did you throw out the saints?

I don't know what the composition of the brave party used to be.

Maybe there wasn't a [Knight of the Holy Knight] who could use healing magic.

Maybe there wasn't a [Sage] who could use Healing Magic.

I don't know if they were both there or not... but there are only two things that are absolutely right.

It means that the hero party had "[hero] who can use healing magic" and "[Virgin] who can use healing magic was teaming up with the hero."

This adds to the information that Civila has heard.

Civila has said that she has transformed [priest] into [Lord Devil of the Darkness]. Deep despair and vengeance. I learned dark magic at the expense of recovery magic from that angry emotion.

But the Virgin has never made a move. Because I was loved by brave men, I never had darkness in my heart.

It means that the Virgin has never been evil, from the Holy Knight to the wise man. The results will probably remain the same whether it is heterosexual or homosexual.

I mean... the Virgin has never been unnecessary.

Despite gathering information from Civila, even I came to this conclusion.

Janet can't be unaware of this.

Then why did Janet agree with Vince's decision to expel me?

There is only one answer to be derived.

"You kicked me out, knowing that the Saint was necessary for the brave party."

The time has come for Janet to turn to us and hear his confession in silence.

"That's the Russell of 'Almighty'. Looks like you've come to that conclusion yourself."

I wonder what kind of reply you'll get, or a word I'm not used to hearing at all.

"Hey, what's this" all-purpose "thing?"

"Words that came out of me and Amy several times. The sword is better than Vince, and the study is as absorbent as mine. I'm overwhelmingly good at finding things and taking care of the kids below. You were quick to learn how to breathe magic, and you probably had a kitchen knife right away. You can do anything, so the Russell of Almighty."

"... this is the first time you've heard of it. I didn't know Janet valued me that much."

"I thought Russell was too strict on herself to underestimate me."

It's an unexpected confession, but I don't feel bad about Janet accepting it.

But for now, let's put that topic aside.

"So, here it is. Of course, Janet was aware of the importance of the Healing Magician, but the reason why he kicked me out... is his own jealousy."

Don't hesitate to come this far.

…… ... that's for sure. I envy Russell... and at the same time, I feel even more irritated by self-loathing. "

……

"The goddess has chosen. I gave Russell the job as the best 'holy man'. My abilities and aspirations were defeated by Russell in an essential way."

Janet scoffs at herself and shakes her head heavily.

"... everything was wrong. Heart is important to the Virgin. A holy heart. A heart that believes, not a lust for honor. I was overwhelmingly short of it. [M] A sense of superiority with knowledge, a sense of fame for activism, and a desire to keep one's name in the book that we most admire: The Legend of the Virgin. … lust, desire, desire. I met the opposite of the Virgin's love. [M] That's why I became the Wise Man by Lord Devil."

"Wise man near Lord Devil?

"Yes, the Virgin's opponent, the superior magician, is [Lord Magus]. As a healing magician, I'm inferior to a priest... but if I could be useful... I'd drown in my desire to be a saint..."

As Janet remembers something, she shakes her hand with the legend of the Virgin.

I gripped that hand hard.

"Ah...."

I understand what Janet is trying to say.

But there's something I want to say.

And... can you just listen and shut up?

"I want to hear it first. Are you sure you're the only one who kicked me out?

"... yes"

"Shouldn't you have left me and waited until I was done in the middle and lower layers?

"Well, that's...."

Yeah, I knew it. I'm sure you've thought about this reaction.

However, it has not been included in the selection from the beginning.

Janet.

Overwhelming knowledge and acting as a party brain backed by its ability.

So, as far as I can see, Janet's self-esteem is so bad anyway.

He said he looked down somewhere in his heart, but I know more than he does that.

With his best knowledge, he keeps thinking, "Not enough yet."

Then you should ask this question as well.

"What did you think of Amy? Don't lie to me, I'll get really mad if I tell you a lie."

…… ... Amy... thought that when Russell died, she wouldn't recover anymore. Then I'd rather not be here..... "

What do you mean?

This is who Janet is.

Say "honor," and don't worry about the rhetoric you hate.

I'm smart, but I don't use a lot of rhetoric to raise my ratings.

Sometimes they don't talk so much that they don't know what they're thinking, and sometimes they do good things in silence.

After all, I blame myself for choosing the best outcome, worrying about Amy at the same time, worrying about me.

Oh... that's pathetic, at all.

I don't think I can forgive myself.

What the hell? I've been listening to you since the beginning.

I also avoided the possibility of being crushed to death by a party.

There is also the possibility of wandering the village without money and without a sword.

He also met Civila because he was banished from the party.

And above all, by teaching me the breath of magic, I was able to become a "black saint" by the endless magic.

It's all because of Janet....!

Janet, come with me.

I'm going up the basement stairs holding Janet's hand.

Somewhere occlusive, the air flows in and out with the cold gap wind.

From the blurry magical red light to the moonlit pale indoors, you can see.

Like back then, I grabbed Janet's lost hand and took him out.

It's been a long time since I've been in contact with Janet like this.

Confirming that there is no one outside, we head to the back of the orphanage.

I took my hand off Janet, who followed me silently, and I was completely trampled by our wooden sword play, checking the grassless ground.

"Watch carefully...." Dark Arrow "

Try not to be as loud as you can, but with a sound sound.

I will smash that black magical arrow into the earth.

"No way... real dark magic...!

"Well done, Janet. Do you even know the magic of darkness?"

I don't know where I got that knowledge, but I think I quickly came across my magic.

"Thanks to Janet."

"Me, my...?

Yes, I owe everything to Janet.

"I needed to get away from that party in order to get this magic. Goddess... she didn't even give me the Goddess of the Sun, and even if she stayed at that party, it was magic she couldn't get. Also, it seems that this magic consumes a lot of magic even though it is unusual. I don't know."

"I don't know...."

"Janet taught me to breathe magic. I still can't run out of magic.... yes, Janet. Because you taught me. I would never be able to handle this magic alone and destroy myself."

I'll take Janet's hand again.

"You've done nothing but good for me so far."

Then he stood up on one knee in front of her and looked up at her face.

"When I look at you like that... I... have the power to fight... and I once became a saint in search of the power to fight, thinking 'I envy Janet', I can't forgive myself. So..."

"-- I want you to stop saying bad things about yourself."

Janet opened his eyes, reflected the moonlight into his eyes and dazzled them... closed his eyes and shed a tear.

"... oh, this is... this is the real saint... warm, holy light... No, I knew it... I can't do it..."

The mouth smiled gently, as if the weight that had been held for a long time had finally been removed.

It was Janet's first free face from suffering since gaining a profession.