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

People who are unfamiliar with talking are more likely to have sore throats than people who are used to talking.

Neither do I. I don't usually talk at all. Because I only use magic.

With my unfamiliar throat screaming, which I don't hear from my stomach at all, I choke on a single sore throat. [M]

A strange eye in public stabs me in the face that I don't want to come out into public.

—— but I can't afford the spirit to care about such a few things.

I'm frustrated that my voice didn't have the power to turn around the familiarity of a child, and I run to avoid the eyes while chewing and coughing.

I missed buying the magic potion. I don't care now.

... Oh, no.

I'm not, not that way.

You can't cut the weir and cry.

"... Ha, ha..."

I don't know if I feel sorry for you, but I don't have the strength.

Hurry and lurk yourself to the boundaries of some unpopular (one-sided) house and you sit on the ground as you lead to cheats and walls.

Exhale.

Calm down, calm down...

Is this shortness of breath physical fatigue or mental tension......

—— Be prepared and open the letter at hand.

What it said there didn't seem like it belonged to Emmy.

Calm styles, lightly written facts.

But the contents...

"Emmy......"

I burned the paper without hesitation, which was going to be a childhood memorable. [M]

And the remaining black ashes are blown away and scattered with the magic of the wind so that they are not perceived either.

You can't be seen.

Especially for that woman.

When Emmy became [the Holy Knight], I thought I was going to stick with Emmy somehow... and become the Holy Knight.

Pretty much a mother-in-law princess, but gentle enough to cry over other people's injuries... hey, she was a cute princess as much as she recessed a little as she was the same age.

I had a lot of things I didn't have.

I guess that's why.

That day, at that moment...... that Emmy broke what she wanted to protect with Emmy's own hands. Just imagine the psychological strain on that fact, even the diarrhea can come out.

... Katie.

The scariest woman in me right now.

I've always liked to read books.

Gaining knowledge is more of a pleasure than anything else, and besides - whilst I don't think you have a good personality - I still think you should include a sense of superiority in one of your desires for knowledge.

Talk about the brave, talk about the Virgin, and... talk about the dungeon.

The more difficult it becomes, the more gold that information becomes. So advanced men don't leak outside in a detour, and they finally leave nothing behind about the brave parties of the past.

Their activity only comes out in a hustle and bustle story about the brave man's "Hero Tan" and the Virgin's "Legend of the Virgin", which worked flashly.

They didn't leave any information about the attack.

Let's say after including them all.

Katie's words are clearly not in the books.

Where has he been?

How come he's never talked about it?

That guy, why is that favorite Vince walking around the city and never met him?

Most importantly, how did a woman like a fancy whore walk out with so much golden thread hair in the daytime come into contact with us without anyone noticing?

And... how did you get in contact with us?

I don't know anything.

... I've always liked to read books.

I'm anxious to touch new events without knowledge, and besides - while I don't have a bad personality - I still think inferiority should be included in one of my intellectual appetites.

Katie is definitely more knowledgeable than I am.

That man's knowledge is something he doesn't have in his books.

I'll tell you what I mean when I admit I suck. [M]

That guy's golden eyes, full of no cloudy mercy whatsoever, never decay... it looks like he's looking down on me somewhere, just scared even.

What will I do? [M]

I decided to go see Vince first. I thought he was looking around even with a weapon, but I thought back and took him to the open air of buying and eating.

As expected, I was hanging out in front of a skewer.

"Vince."

"Hmm? Oh, Janet. What's up?"

What you're eating isn't bad in and of itself, it's pretty big. Of course, in a bad way.

"From now on, I'm going to see Mr. Katie. Vince, come too."

"Is something wrong?

"There it is. Just one thing... does Vince trust me about my brain?

"You know, it's been a long time since we had a party without Janet. It's just a scene."

Well, it's not bad to be trusted.

I'm still happy to rotate my head with knowledge and be of service to the party. It comes alive on these occasions.

"I was relieved to hear that. Okay, you have to trust me and keep quiet. Because if you believed me, everything would work out."

"Ooh... ok"

Confirming Vince's impatient face I was forced to snort, I headed over to Katie.

"Oh, welcome back"

"Hey, I'm home."

Vince says hello and asks him to refrain behind.

"I'm back now. So I need to talk to you."

"Yes? What is it?"

I told her about Emmy.

"Emmy had a boyfriend who said," Nothing in particular. "

Vince is behind you, throat ringing.... Shut up, please.

Katie is stunned.

Definitely, I'm guessing in a word right now. Natural Breast Beauty, I knew my head was spinning fast.

"And Emmy... she said that she had injured a boy she was familiar with because of herself, and she ran away to apologize..."

"... no... I, what a terrible thing...!

That's all, I understood everything I had to say, and I cried out, Mr. Katie.

Definitely a real cry. I know you're seriously crying because some party bandit was lying and crying.

Good intentions, I guess.

So I... became extra scared of Mr. Katie.

I'm wary of hostile opponents.

Put on your armor and take the attack with your shield. That way any strong attack can be somewhat mitigated.

But if.

Out of my gut, how can I prevent a hand with a knife if it grows?

... Katie is that kind of woman.

Only a complete hundred percent goodwill will will rip the other person apart.

I would have thought this was Emmy, but I also thought of Mr. Katie as a 'party crusher to confuse men'. I only thought to that extent.

... my knowledge, intelligence and reflection were not enough. It was too far-fetched.

This guy is a real destroyer, unconscious and party-crashing regardless of gender.

They're going to tell me that's too much to wear, but I still have something called "Mr. Katie's Solo" that Emmy taught me.

That is exactly 'Fear of the Unknown' itself.

I don't know what our "Brave Party" is going to be like.

But.

The information Emmy gave me, and what happened to Emmy's body and mind.

Organize them in your head, and I know what I have to do.

Even for childhood (Emmy) ——

—— Don't let this man see Russell!