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

... Now I'm in a simple guild in the village.

Even when it comes to simple guilds, there is no difference between their contents and those of the city, because they are magically quoted from a list kept in the King's Capital.

Watching a letter that clearly indicates that I missed my 'solo' party, I ride out with my hands next to the counter, the side of the woman appears.

Sibila followed me naturally, not assuming anything at all.

In fact, I didn't mean to say no... but I don't know what the hell I liked so much.

Precisely like I said, 'I hate goddesses,' but besides not being a religious solicitation in the first place, I have no idea what the hell that question touched the harp line.

"Level five, that's low.... the vocation (Job) is [Saint]? You're a goddess saint, not a cleric?

"... yes"

Occupation (Job) labeled yesterday's statement. I wouldn't even have to explain what that means.

While accepting my profession, which is the culmination of the clergy in Goddess, I think you said something thoughtful yesterday.

If you're a devout believer, it's something that's going to stick out--

"That's funny, you. I like it."

—— Sibilla rather grinned like a cat as she looked at my face.

That's the kind of conclusion I get when something happens, I seriously don't get this woman.

Is it an atheism?

... By the way, as I mentioned, people in the village are making me black haired.

Even though I was celebrated for getting an excellent top position, not everyone favors me personally.

On top of that, I have such a beautiful woman with me today. You don't like it too much, the receptionist tongued boringly.

... No, you don't, because if you're a 'saint of the highest rank' and a 'saint who said he hated the goddess', you get a completely different impression.

You think they like you because you're the former, but Civila's interested in me because you're the latter.

"I'll work with Russell too, say hello"

"Oh, yeah, I get it"

Sibila's status catches my eye as I suddenly look at the receptionist who gets all worked up by a beautiful woman.

... [Mage] So, level 8.

Was this guy the magic type, not bad?

There are quite a few levels.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

"I don't mind, but take care of the food and stuff yourself."

"I'm not that short of money."

Then you don't mind. Later......

"... what about the name of the party?

"I've made up my mind!

It's too early to know about the dungeon exploration today and suddenly push it even more. Hey.

Before I said anything, Sibila just declared.

"It's" The Night's Darkness Pledge. "

Put your hands on your hips with a doya face, chest stretched.

Does this instant answer feel like I was thinking ahead of time?

"Does the name mean anything to you?

"I don't. It's kind of cool to be black."

No way, some kind of declaration.

The winning eyes that look at this one with a grand and satisfying face are filled with confidence.

Apparently, I really, really decided in the mood. Not even while this one's stunned.

I don't know why you seem so confident and fun, except for that kind of preconceived--

"--well, isn't it bad"

"Right!"

And I put my arms in front of my chest, and yeah, I nod satisfied.

Night and Darkness Pledge, huh?

I'll leave the leader to you, Russell.

"I'm the one who originally mentioned exploration, okay?

"No matter how many levels you have, [Saint], you're not fat enough to hold it. And..."

"And?"

"... I forgot what to say"

You're really in the mood, this woman, so tired of thinking about what you said and listening to her...

I thought you'd be nervous because you're a beautiful woman, but you won't be at all. Just like its moveable fashion, her own inner self feels active and bulky.

The equipment is not trapped by the concept of [magician].

Nevertheless...... even a sorcerer is a level 8 sorcerer with a sword in pants fashion, huh?

Honestly, I think that's an excellent choice.

"… the next destination has been decided"

"Hmm, isn't that a dungeon?

"No, we should go next --"

I came near the north gate of the village.

Here are the gatekeepers, the escorts from the thieves, and the people who came to this village, etc… there are arms stores for these people.

"Yes, there you are..." Isn't that you, Russell? It's true he came home yesterday. "

"Oh, long time no see"

One of the few who didn't avoid me much, responds lightly to the arms store owner's aunt and enters the store.

The owner talks to me while this one quietly searches for what he's looking for.

"Nevertheless, when I grew up, I thought I'd come buy it with Vince and Emmy, but I can't believe I'm going to be a [saint]"

……

"I was wondering if you could come and buy it, but I'm sorry I lost one."

"... well, then"

I'll put the lighter sword I found in front of the owner.

"Then I'll buy this one."

"... [Saints] Yet?

This man also naturally knows the festivities that follow our vocational awards.

And why I no longer have a sword.

"[Saint] Yet. This guy next door... I can't believe he's a [magician] and he's wearing a sword in this outfit."

"Oh, she's not pretty."

"Sister, you have eyes! You can praise me for more of my balls."

Don't praise him, he'll be in good shape soon.

Two or three words, and the store owner sees my face.

"I see, a sword in [the saint]... not bad. I'd love to be in the store."

"Oh. You don't have to shy away from anyone anymore."

From now on, you don't have to reluctantly hold only a cane from the avant-garde swordsman, etc.

All you have to do, like Civila, is take the weapon that's best for you, free from being trapped in the mould.

Yeah, you said so yourself.

The ability given to each is not a disadvantage.

It's just more options.

It is ironic, though, that it was thus a brave party that narrowed that option.

"From now on, I will fight as a swordsman using healing magic"

"Yeah, that's good. Russell, you've been building up as a [swordsman] longer than a [saint], so we need to use you properly."

Nodding to the shopkeeper, he bought a steel sword using the rest of his money when he was banished from the party.

Do you want me to send Vince and the others for the rest of their lives?

I'm the money we're all going to make, and I'm still going to be an adventurer.

... Nevertheless, I wonder what those guys are doing by now...

"What's going on? Russell."

"Oh, no, it's nothing. Next time we're going to the dungeon."

"Okay, finally."

Let's not think about those guys now.

A collaborator was also obtained in response to a long-range attack called Sibila.

My new step from today...... no, it's my first step as a true self.

A mysterious dungeon that suddenly appeared in the village, shall I let you see what a place it is?