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

I've never seen anything called a glacier, but I wonder if it feels like this when it's trapped inside.

My body froze to the point where I could only imagine such absurdity. [M]

No, I wonder how good it would have been if I had just done it with my body. I was already frozen. [M]

... no, that's not even true.

I should have done it by heart.

At that time, my most dependable "brain" was frozen.

A real nightmare that happened to you.

Hell enough to break the roots that shape you.

All of this was done unconsciously, brushing mosquitoes with fingertips. What did I do then...?

... yes. Fear (...) is closest to expressing that emotion.

Words I have not used other than the Goddess so far.

The emotion did mark my heart. [M]

I wonder if I'm already dead.

Is it even my illusion that I am alive?

Is being in an orphanage now, or a place where you can recognize yourself as (...) and (...) being (...) a dream that you had in the immediate aftermath of death?

If you dream, you have a strange feeling of spending about an hour and a half of your sleep. That might be it.

Instead of an hour, it should have been days.

It is also highly likely to be an illusion. No, I don't even know if it's high or low. I can't judge it.

Or maybe what you're thinking of recognizing as a dream is not my will.

Let's check it out.

I'm Janet. Probably Janet. It could be Janet.

This is an orphanage. Maybe an orphanage. I am not sure if I am in an orphanage, but I am aware of it so far.

There's nobody here. Maybe someone's here. However, there is no one at the moment.

I remember telling you not to let the children in. I told you. I might have said that. I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

Nothing, nothing, I don't know.

Because I'm an idiot.

Just... just for now...

I don't want to see anything...

I don't want to hear anything...

I don't want to say anything... I don't want to think about it...

Alone... quietly...

The moment the silence is broken, you can feel a chilled ice knife sticking into your frozen mind and body.

My promise was broken. The child is here.

Yes, I thought so.

"No way... Janet...?

The voice of hallucinations I've heard many times.

The more you hate it, the less you hate it.

It's finally here...

Russell.

The name was certainly in my memory. [M]

If I remember correctly, I think it fits in Russell.

Amy, Vince, Russell and me.

There must have been four of them.

This is all.

I don't want this to be a mistake.

If this is different... I'm...

"Extra Heels, Cure"

When it's over, your vitality returns rapidly to the body you thought you'd have to die like this.

Incredible physical recovery, like being forced into a strong sperm.

Then, the discomfort that covered your body due to your body getting dirty disappears like after a bath in an instant.

This definitely affects me. It's not a phantom.

Unreproducible saint's magic.

Finally, until the end, I couldn't reproduce the composite magic...

I have Russell.

Amy's here.

And... there is a woman who is not in my knowledge.

Beautiful woman. Compared to the most beautiful woman I know... I don't feel bad.

In many conversations, Russell said something incredible.

Katie, was that you?

The moment I heard the name, I immediately realized why Russell knew, and I yelled at Amy.

But I knew... that this was nothing but self-loathing and disappointment in the end.

Don't be angry with me like that.

Accept everything.

"We're best friends, right?

And he gave me the words I wanted most.

Your body feels the temperature returning.

Racel's healing magic didn't cure her, but her frozen mind moved.

Heat shrinks in your heart, passing through your throat and moving towards your eyes.

--Oh, am I crying now...?

I thought I was greedy and cold with knowledge, but I had such a warm tearful flesh.

This temperature is no illusion.

I don't care if you lie.

I just want to believe.

You don't even have to be sure of the truth. However, I just want to feel this temperature now.

Russell sees the change again.

The atmosphere has changed dramatically and it's like someone else.

But this isn't a fantasy either.

The temperature is different. Not the face behind the mask with the smile on it, sharpening a cold knife.

It seems cold, but I feel the same warmth in my heart as before. The essential part is me... no, it's our Russell.

And the mysterious woman, Civila.

He's a type of person I've never seen before, but I'm sure he's not the only one between the two.

And... the unique ease that this person has shown in his current interaction with Russell feels irreplaceable for the two of us now.

For me, of course.

If it's Amy now.

If it's Russell now.

And a woman named Civila.

Maybe we can save that--

--Vince, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, look at that guy.