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

—— Do you believe in God?

There was a group of all-body red mysteries in the city that spoke with such dialogue.

Janet shuts up and comes forward, trying to hide her face with a triangular cone mage hat and pulls the lead Vince.

Both me and Emmy rush to follow the rare and forceful behavior for a modest girlfriend.

Later we were taught by Janet that that was the derivation of the goddess' religion, a conspiracy-theoretical emerging religion that analyzed doctrine using an expanded interpretation and diagonal reading skipping reading.

"... when we reply to that one," The Goddess thinks further ahead, "" If we tie this doctrine together, the truth will come, "and they'll put us in a different religion."

"What happens when you come in?

"Surely that 'Red Salvation Party' brings the story 'The Goddess only comes to salvation in superior roles' after being believed in the new doctrine '

"There seems to be something wrong with the superior role..."

"Yes.... thirty silver coins per month for dues, plus additional furniture ranked per silver coin. It's not the amount you can't pay. It's nasty around here. '

It is truly a fake religion.

And we were about to be fooled by such a scam, and we thanked Janet for her knowledge beforehand --.

—— I look at the beauty in front of me as I pull memories with Janet like that out of the depths of my memory.

Damn, what a day.

You know, religious solicitation if you think you've had a new encounter, the fate of this world is shit.

I guess this woman's been winding up a lot with that beauty her parents gave her, too. Aw.

With the kind of eyes I was hoping for earlier, I'd wait for a response.

but Janet taught me, I'm not in that hands.

As much as I can think of, I'll give it back in an unforeseeable direction.

I hate goddesses.

I'll say it's clear.

I go straight into the back of the orphanage before the woman opens her eyes to surprise and tries to say something next.

I could see Grandma Gemma's face saying something along the way, but she never said anything just to tell me the circumstances.

... Speaking of which, your grandmother, of course, was a goddess sister.

Grandma Gemma will do it because I'm not in charge here about what that woman will do after this.

Except whether Grandma accepts it or not.

... Still, I'm tired today.

When I thought about it, I walked through the day with a lot of hard work, dealing with unfamiliar children and using magic for a long time.

I would be asleep early in the back. When I entered the empty room to keep the child awake, I fell asleep as if fatigue had come all at once.

- - - - - - - -

... In my dreams, I saw three of my childhood friends.

The three of them walk side by side...... no, they don't.

Four people lined up.

More women don't know.

If you do, and a beautiful woman you don't know, look around.

I don't see eye to eye with me walking behind me, I don't particularly catch my eye.

If you stop looking as you go, the woman lines up next to Vince--.

- - - - - - - -

... Something, I'm not sure. It was a dream.

It's none of my business whether Vince's guys increase the number of women to three or four now.

When I get out of the room, I take a trip to the dining room.

This is probably the time when everyone else is awake.

When you step into the dining room where you hear the sound of roasting meat --.

"It's finally happening. Sure, Russell... that's fine. Good morning."

--Yesterday's woman sat dignified as she stroked the children.

"... you're familiar with it."

"It doesn't matter what Atashi's doing here, does it? And I like kids."

I squeamish and stroke the boy's head as he wriggles his legs in disobedience and waves with a fork.

The look of it suits me angrily again.

But what is this situation?

Does Grandma know what's going on?

I might as well say this once more.

"It's you, the Red Relief Society."

To what I said, the woman frowned.

"... what are you talking about? You think this is gonna look like the Red Society?

That said, he spread his hands and posed to show off his body.

He weaves black-toned clothes on top with a jacket of spilled skin.

The long legs put together are exposed and the skin between the black knee-high socks and shorts appears white to the point of being pathological.

... Oh well.

I completely overlooked the most important part of The Red Relief Society because words and deeds were completely religious solicitations.

This woman, no matter how anyone sees it, is not red.

"I'm sorry, I don't see it at all"

"Mm-hmm. You're not a bad guy if you can apologize, I forgive you. Maatashi also told the old lady that you were back from the city, so I know why. He's got a crush on him."

She understands what's going on around here, too.

That means at least you're still a person who was in the city.

But then, on the contrary, it bothers me that I asked a similar suspicious question, even though it was not a 'Red Relief Party'.

"Why are you asking me that question?

"Oh, goddess, what do you mean? I just wanted to ask you something. It's not weird."

The obvious questions that I have come up with have come to light.

Do you normally want to ask me that? It's weird and suspicious... Before I think about it, I say, "You sit down, too," and the woman gets up.

I wondered what I was going to do, and I stood in the kitchen and started baking the meat as normal.

"You cook?

"Civila."

"What?"

"It's not you."

I didn't know what they said back for a moment, but we finally got to the point. Speaking of which, you didn't hear the name.

You certainly won't like 'you' alone forever, to someone who wasn't a religious solicitation.

Civila...... Civila.

"Okay, Sibila."

"Mmm."

When you nod satisfied, you begin to shake salt on the meat.

"You used to have this amount of meat."

"It was outside. It was processed yesterday."

"Oh, is this a dungeon scarlet bat"

"Well, after that, I ran for Gemma, who had business outside, and I was helping her out for the time she took care of me."

Transfer the cooked meat to a plate and place it on your desk, "Holla, eat it".

There were two plates, the other sitting in my front seat, and Civila, sitting in the front, began to eat silently.

... feed the kids first, are you from now on?

Before I put the floating question to words, the question flew in.

"By the way, what are you doing today?

"Me? Right... for once, I'm thinking about exploring the dungeon"

I don't have enough memories of dungeon exploration.

But I can't ignore anything more than just being able to do that and even being out of here.

Now I'm alone, I think I can work hard on my own power.

"Well, I'll follow you, too."

Sibila gave me that back to my words without feeling anything.