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

Second morning in Madera.

The light from the windows is dull and cloudy skies cover the city.

There is no child's voice from the outside, and I get the illusion that I even woke up early in the morning because of its brightness.

… is this the morning of Madera?

During yesterday's meal, I reported the oak crusade to Frederica and Ashley.

"Sibila, what are we going to do today?

"Right...... For once, I was able to confirm what I wanted, so I looked at you. Emmy, keep watching this orphanage, it's gonna help."

"I get it!

Me and Sibila tell Emmy to leave the escort to them again at breakfast. When you get back to your room, gear up a whole street.

"Light outfits are fine today. I don't plan on fighting demons."

"Okay."

At the doorstep, Sibila croaked and stroked the heads of the orphan children, who had become completely friends. Hugs and lifts.

I also had one kid looking at me, so I gently stroked my head.

"Yingqi, I've fed you!

Civila turns a bottomless smile on everyone and rolls out of the orphanage waving her hand.

I also responded lightly with my hands up to drop off the kids and went outside following their backs.

When you go outside the building, Sibila's eyes are already serious.

"I'm going to explore the city today, follow me"

I nodded to Sibila and stepped out into a sparsely populated city.

Sibila's walking distance is the city centre.

It's a place close to the Adventurer's Guild, a place where buildings like the one that runs the city gather.

I wondered which building it was intended for, but Sibilla stepped into a thin alley so as to hide in the shadow of the building.

What I took in that hand was the opera glass I also saw scattered yesterday.

But... all over town like this?

In the margin of my doubt, Sibila sees a certain building with that tool.

What's there......

"A postal guild?

"Yeah, I'm gonna concentrate a little bit."

I stare at the building so much that I'm so focused, and then I don't speak a word and I don't hear breath.

What the hell bothers you so much? I'd rather be suspected of hiding and fucking...

Will it be enough to wait and see what happens?

Sibilla finally spoke up.

"I knew it..."

When Sibilla stands up, she takes a sigh of sigh and takes her feet to the postal guild.

... No, you usually step in.

I thought I'd go into the postal guild building...... and go all the way around behind the building.

On the back, there was a garbage dump and paper garbage burned by fire.

Into that black mass, Civila slowly puts her fingers in.

"Cure later, please"

"Okay."

Civila looking for something to defile her body, assuming she gets my cure combined with cleaning magic.

Eventually I found what I was looking for, and I put one of the pieces of paper I picked up in my bag.

And hold the smallest thing you have left and show it to me.

"What, is this... a letter?

"That's right. After the burning of the letter. This is how it collapses in no time."

As Civila rubbed her fingertips around, the letter's burning cusp naturally collapsed in a blur.

"I saw what I wanted to see, I'm leaving"

Not sure, Sibila left the scene.

He ends up not in the building, sitting back on a pompous old bench on the outskirts of an idle city where no one else is.

Then he sighed heavily.

"It's time you told me what you wanted to do"

"How did Russell know there was a slice of the letter over there?

"You've burned a letter you've already read."

"Oh, yeah. Then ask again.... the postal guild decides to keep them all because there is little exchange of letters on contact matters. Do you think the postal guild will burn the letters you've read?

of the postal guild, dictated......!

If you are obliged to keep the letter, the place to dispose of it should never become a postal guild.

Even so, Civila is picking up multiple slices of the letter.

"I've always wondered. How come there are so many demons around the city... I mean, there are so many demons from the dungeons that no rescue requests have been made to senior positions in other cities"

The answer is one.

"Someone in the window of the postal guild... you're red, right?

"I'm glad you're sharpening your mind. As you can see, the Red Society people have been eating into the heart of this city since the beginning to control information. Especially when they're holding the mail."

Sibila looks up at the gray sky, blurring to see her breath shake on her forehead.

I'm stretching my palms out into the sky, but just because I'm naturally a goddess doesn't mean the sky can grab me.

Speaking of which, can you fly that feather?

"I sent out a rescue request from the Adventurer Alliance, but it didn't arrive. And instead, the white clothes of the Red Society, the locals, crusaded around. If it's a guild, if you can defeat a demon, you won't complain. It's all gone."

I look up into the sky, too, listening to what's going on in this city.

Cloud ceilings with no blue sky visible are blurred and no boundaries visible.

It is an empty pattern that is as oppressive as the sky falls but somewhere degenerate and lacks tension.

"You don't seem to know anything. I've clearly figured it out."

Civila grips the flat palm she was stretching.

"Oak is adjusted by the Red Society. I'm definitely stopping asking for help from the Adventurer Alliance because it's 'inconvenient to be reduced'."

In that clench, she was holding onto a small... but certain truth.

After all, will the phenomenon that occurs in this city end up there?

"Well, maybe we need to get Russell to move a little bit from here on out, too."

"What? Tell me."

"Atashi has been using the magic of the search floor for a long time now."

Search Floor...... Enemy Magic. It's magic to sense demons in a dungeon.

Right, so you were moving to detect signs that someone was approaching or something so you couldn't find them?

... Then why are we talking about it now?

Sibila sits on the bench and puts her face closer to me.... That's close enough.

Outside this morning, what the hell are you going to do, wait, hey stop --,

"Don't move. I'm being tailed."

—— Huh, when...!

Sibila stays put and rides on my lap like she's kneeling on the bench.

Don't even get nervous when your face, like a piece of art, comes close.

Knowing Civila's character makes me uncomfortable with the very fact that I'm nervous about this guy...

Jesus Christ, it's that Civila, right? Think of yourself as a tombi or something.

I'll tell you what to do now.

Apparently we don't have much time.

I immediately calmed down and replied small to Sibilla, "Oh".