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

While the interior is centered on white walls, the hallway is decorated with golden conditioning everywhere and paintings that seem to be more expensive in the frame.

But not even the leading man, Emmy, will be blinded by those expensive seemingly expensive items.

Without even trying to hide our vigilance from each other, we went into the back room.

A man who urges us on a big visiting couch and sits face-to-face himself.

Civila became the center of the couch, with me and Emmy pinching the civila on the left and right.

He's an old man, dressed in flashy red and gold.

"I am the owner of this Sairis jewelry store. First of all, I'd like to apologize. Again, we have no intention of antagonizing your Holy Knight..."

"What are you talking about"

"... Huh?

"You should apologize to Mr. Sibilla, not me. Different?

Lurking in his usual brightness, Emmy stopped his opponent's words with a harsh eye.

... Emmy is right. If you suspect someone, you should apologize to them first. Especially for Emmy, who is nostalgic for Sibilla, that unilateral suspicion would feel disrespectful.

Still, first of all, around apologizing to Emmy the [Holy Knight], you're running completely conservative. Well, the truth is, whatever you think, the 'Goddess' Civila is far superior in her identity...

"... you did. Sir... I apologize for unilaterally suspecting you, Master Sibilla"

Sibilla looked at the man's head and kept her arms shut.

Its eyes are very sharp and I do not see an attitude towards reconciliation at this stage.

Sibilla blasts away as she raises her face wary that there is no voice for the man to continue.

"Reason"

"... hey, what is it?

"If you insisted that Atashi was the culprit of counterfeit currency, you have that pretty sure, don't you? Something that was pretty definitive. So why not? I can't believe I'm not telling you now."

With his arms together, Sibilla turned her neck plainly toward Emmy and shouldered her next door with Emmy.

While solidifying and illuminating with a bit of surprise, Emmy nods to trust Civila and shows off her friendship.

The man still began to be in a hurry about how those two were doing.

"Also, of course. More than doubting our customers, we will share a case that has become that big book. First of all, that's why I doubted the customers--"

And to a word the man unleashed, I had a feeling.

I was wondering if Civila had been on schedule so far.

"-- the bracelet the customer wears on his wrist."

Mentioned in "The Key to Victory" … This is the first time this goddess of victory has laughed when she walked into this room.

"... a business dewstore?

A man who brings a case out of the back of the shelf to a word Sibilla hears back gives a nod explanation as he shows what's in it.

"Yes, we have shops on the west side of the city, between the tourist and harbour districts, not to mention tourists who come to see the sea. We have shops near the residence of nobles and officials"

"Ma, that's right. Goldsmith jewellery is not for civilians."

"Yes, but some of the city's operations are carried out correctly, or there are warrants to look at the market with patience, and the courtiers who show interest in the meals in the hands of the civilian population, as well as the aristocrats who have gained a vocation such as [Kensei], are more likely to go to the city than to clothing"

Even when it comes to nobility, there are a lot of people out there. Some people think that to know the city, it is better to see the lives of civilians than to know the extent of the apex?

Those who have a fighting profession, such as Kensei, even when they are of aristocratic origin, prefer a pragmatic world?

Are there people like that around? For example, Emmy said earlier that a woman named Katie might be one of them.

Civila takes some of the jewellery in the case, while fingering its shape.

"Ah, this is a design that looks a lot like a seal."

"You know what I mean?

"Russell doesn't seem like an amakyomi. Emmy's bracelet has a windy streamlined design that takes care of the sheen on the surface. In contrast to this store... Hola, this ring is especially true."

When Civila takes the ring in her hand, she keeps explaining it side by side with the bracelet.

"Things from this store are carved in a thick, wide range of gold with fine decorations. Naturally, I spend more money than Emmy's, and it takes a lot of digging, so I have to be expensive."

Is that what it is? Indeed, by comparison, don't get the impression that Civila bracelets are closer to this store's products than Emmy's bracelets.

I didn't know much about Sibilla's commentary, but the shopkeeper nodded as surprised.

"Yes... Master Sibilla is right. I thought your bracelet must be the product that was lined up in this outdoor shop."

"I agree with you, Atashi. … so what does that buyer have to do with counterfeit currency"

"A Sairis soldier spotted what was in the possession of a salesperson in charge of a business dewstore as counterfeit currency. As a result, Sairis' soldiers caught him as a 'forger'. No excuse will work, and at the end of the day they will suspect me..."

That's what the store owner said, and he nodded disappointedly.

When it comes to Sairis soldiers, they are soldiers who have a reputation for being tough. If I did use counterfeit currency, there would be no such thing as getting a sweet look at it.

"... I see. Normally, you don't know who the money you sell to is counterfeit currency, so it's odd to suspect Atashi. But you said so, didn't you?" I did hear it was this product, "he said.

That's right. This shopkeeper was running out on Civila's bracelet saying that the bracelet belonged to a human using counterfeit currency.

"Yes, from the clerk who was put in jail, he said that what he sold that day was a bracelet. Three days ago."

Well, you mean the day I went to get Emmy a bracelet.

Listening to the man, Sibilla made one suggestion as she put her arms together.

"So if you go and see that clerk, you'll know something you won't even know? Because of that, and I'm interested in the killer. Emmy and Russell, that's all right, right?

The word only shows off the decision.

Me and Emmy both nod and show an attitude of 'cooperating in the arrest of the real killer' in the form of riding Sibilla's proposal.

"Oh, by the way, the party member, Park Min-Jen over here, is a [saint]."

"Not a word more."

Sibila touched the tag to show my profession (saints only) and the shopkeeper panicked to me and bowed his head again and again as he jumped to his surprise.

... of the plan to hear from the store owner, but you deliberately kept your mouth shut with what you suspected.

Seeing the shopkeeper looking so desperate that he felt sorry for him, Sibila was really laughing like Sibila and Nianya.

Oh, boy, by being a goddess you can count on.

The destination that brought the shopkeeper was a particularly large bureau in the city. Unlike a city with sandy beaches, there are many ships out in the harbour area on the other side.

A large fence is built so that it is not easy to enter the noble territory.

A lightly dressed soldier was sitting in a chair with a spear nearby.

I see, this neighborhood is the heart of the city. It's like being protected by the city itself.

"Please wait while we go through the process"

The store owner interacted with him several times when he entered the bureau, and when he came back here, the store owner brought in one soldier.

"Are you one of them?

"Yes, we have a lead, so we need your help arresting the real killer."

"Okay. I'll tell my companions, when you break out in a cell, it's a felony you can't live in the city anymore. Don't be a bad imitator."

Well, that sounds tough as it sounds. Nodding to the soldiers' advice, we were taken into the back of the building by soldiers.

Behind the building with less light gradually.

A leading soldier and a watchman salute each other, and they exchange a few words and invite us into their cells.

The moment you get inside the cell, the atmosphere obviously changes.

It stinks.

"I handle it minimally, but bathing in hot water and so on is outside. It may be difficult for women to stay, but this is also the fate of a place to accommodate criminals. I want you to convince me."

"I don't mind."

"Yes."

Sibilla flushes it light, and Emmy nods with a serious look.

One of the cells taken by soldiers was the man.

"... Huh! Store manager!"

"Quiet."

"Yes..."

The soldier stares at me and the clerk, who looks a little naughty, pulls a step back as he shrinks.

"Sorry for the hard work...... I brought someone who wore a bracelet about it. Come on, Master Sibilla.... Are you sure about this bracelet?

A man opens his eyes as Civila comes forward and shows off her bracelet.

"No doubt about it! Whoever bought this bracelet is the culprit of counterfeit currency!

"... Dear Sibila, I wonder what the hell this is--"

"So, but not! I'm not that person!

"--... what, you say?

The man grumbles, looking alternately at Sibila with the shopkeeper as troubled.

"... man, it is"

"What?"

"You bought a bracelet from me, it's a man......!

The testimony is a clear sign that Sibila is not the culprit.

I was distracted by the fine elements, and the pivotal part was missing.

The real culprit of counterfeit currency is, man. This would have cleared my suspicions about Sibilla.

But… eventually, everyone begins to understand what the bracelet means to be real.

And the owner and the soldier turned a suspicious eye on me.

... I know this will happen.

Whatever you think, I'm the killer in this situation.

Of course he's not the killer, but there's no way to prove it. I just have to ask the clerk to tell me it was someone else.

But... one thing caught me stranger than that.

It's something I didn't feel when the other side was hidden in the store owner's body, but now I look at that whole body and the doubt turns to almost certainty.

--This clerk guy, I've seen him somewhere.