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

In front of me, he didn't want to see much.

There was Ashley, a "Red Relief Society" believer.

As a possibility, I knew this was all I had left.

That 'Taste Awakening Powder' was the cause of this city's ill health.

That the Red Relief Society handed it out by calling it 'God's Powder'.

And... that the orphanage child was also suffering from the symptoms.

I knew it.

But I didn't want to understand.

Bright Ashley was a Red Relief Society person, etc.

As he leans down, Ashley turns toward Sibilla.

"... may I ask how you found out?

"Right. When your face got pretty, you made a lot of noise and went looking in the mirror, didn't you? I didn't think it was going to sound quite fancy then."

Reminds me of how much I ran when I just met him on the first day.

"But other than that, it's... oddly enough, you have smaller footsteps. I don't know if that's a natural habit or due to a profession (job)."

"Is that a prospect..."

"Regardless. If the Assassin pedigree is unintentionally struck, you definitely choose to narrow the distance or leave in an instant"

"If I was going to narrow down, it would be a dangerous decision."

"It's here."

Sibila slaps my clothes on the back of my hand.

"The underside of Russell's robe is armor made from Fire Dragon scales. You can't stab a knife like that."

"The inner is Dragon Mail... Seriously, I can't win this..."

When Ashley found out about my armor, she fell down as disappointed as she had given up.

But I haven't run this errand yet.

"Well."

Sibilla sits back and looks near Ashley.

Shortly afterwards, the stone walls appeared from the left and right, lined up to hide us.

Did you use Stonewall without chanting?

"Could you tell me what that means? Well, it's pretty predictable."

……

Even at times like this, Civila always looks the same.

Is this still a common thing for Civila?

I don't think I'm going to get a fold.

"Powder from The Red Relief Society. Cooking with taste awakening powder will taste better, and I will use it when I am handed out. Did you know I was banned once a long time ago for powder that makes me sick?

"--Huh!? Oh, no...!

"Fine. If you knew and used it, you didn't want to have another conversation. … but why not?"

Sibilla dives into her voice and brings her face closer to Ashley.

"Those kids, they grew up a lot. I can tell you're being raised politely."

And... hold Ashley's torn clothes, the red cloth on her neck.

"... why not. There are those good kids, they all live friendly, how come they're in such a thing as the Red Society......!

Seeing that reaction, I cursed myself for the pitfalls in my eyes.

You think Sibila's calm?

You know, I've been watching this guy my whole life, right?

About how much anger Civila suppresses.

So —— Ashley's next word was that even I got blood on my head all at once.

"They're not my real children."

Meaning of the word.

Sibilla turned to Ashley and shook her fist up!

... but stop that fist high.

"What's wrong with you? Hit me quickly. You suck at me."

……

"What is it? That violence won't solve it? I'm going to kill you guys --"

"Real kids"

"--Huh!"

Civila, who thought she'd hit him with anger at his disposal, let go of one word.

At that moment, Ashley's atmosphere changes dramatically.

"Atashi doesn't think you're an actor who respected Russell. You certainly appreciated Russell then, and you were a serious admirer. Right."

"... Isn't that obvious"

"Such a russell, I wonder if it's a no. Either way, you tried to stab your buddy in the face. Because it is the order of the Red Relief Society."

Sibila saw this one to get confirmation from me.

But shortly afterwards, Civila shakes her head to the side.

"That's half the reason... no, maybe zero"

"What do you mean, Sibila?"

"By the way, Russell, don't you think? Ashley's pretty pretty, too. I think you have a beautiful voice."

At this time, what the hell are you talking about?

What is the intent?

... Intention?

"You have beautiful hair, don't you think? Just, Red Society Preferred."

…… ... Hey, no way... "

"Yeah... you've seen a pretty girl who looks just like Ashley lately"

The moment Civila said away.

Ashley tried to reach for the knife that fell to the ground, but before that the knife was played by Civila's boots.

"Conditions, right? Probably against something from 'The Real Child'."

"Sibila, who are you really..."

"Goddess."

"... now I'm going to be serious about such a joke"

I'm a true goddess, but I guess either is fine for Sibilla at this time.

Besides, I have some thoughts about the terms.

From Sibila, what I've been told all this time about entering this city.

How to hold a Red Salvation Party, how to get into that heart.

"Can they do what's weak,"

"Oh, and Russell. Okay?

"There is a luxury item called 'The Magic Prop of Retention'. Something that is beyond the reach of ordinary people, but some employ them instead of portraits. What I have is a wealthy aristocratic house or... that's more than a religious bishop, or something."

Ashley opened her eyes when she heard what I said.

... hit, right.

Ashley started talking pompous like she'd given up.

"I thought you were a cool guy to marry. Adventurer, do your job, be honest. I also had a pretty cute consciousness, so I thought they loved me.... no, not at all"

Speaking, I dye my face in anger step by step and slap it on the ground.

"That guy didn't recognize anything, not my face, not my body, not my inner body, not my voice. There was only one thing that that guy was looking at... the color of my hair. Without even knowing that, swallowing I had one child. A little girl just like me."

... It's a cruel story.

We only have a few moments together, but I think Ashley is a bright, intelligent, twelve-minute attractive woman.

Ashley would have a lot of deductions. One of the lucky men was Ashley's wedding partner.

The other guy only sees the color of his hair.

... Is red so good that it matters until you scorn others?

If God's will, he'll admit it.

"I had a daughter, and soon that guy was gone. I found out later, even the Bishop of the Red Relief Society. The Archbishop ordered you to approach me."

"So, Ashley..."

"Yes. I was given the right to see Myra nearby, subject to entering the 'Red Relief Society'. However, no voice calls are allowed. If there is anything to be done to that child who is consecrated by the priest, I do not know what will be done by the faithful around me."

Myra, is that the priest girl?

"When you are awarded a special assignment, you will receive the Posture Prop and the Sound Prop as rewards."

If leaving the sight on paper, as you can see with your eyes, is a clasp, sound clasp is a clasp that literally holds your voice.

You can play your voice at any time by manipulating it with magic. It's more luxury than being stuck, and the common man can't handle it.

... I see, as a mother you can only see from afar, it's rewarding enough to get your hands out of your throat.

"Hmm... then I wonder if the terms of this one are still there or something"

Ashley was now furious at Sibilla's casual words.

"I won't stab Mr. Sibila to the point of appearance and annoy Lady Russell!

"I guess, maybe the conditions for stabbing an athlete... aren't they 'liberation' or something?

"... na"

Sibilla folded in advance, as she had anticipated the reaction.

Ashley ceases to be surprised, as she was cut off from her temper.

"Even if your profession was [Assassin], I don't think you're used to killing, and I don't think you're killing. But... if it's enough to make you decide, it's enough to set you free."

"... anything, you get it. Yes, the Archbishop said," Freedom from the priesthood. "

I'll sort it out in my head, too, listening to the explanation.

The Red Relief Society is giving Ashley an order as a condition of posture.

This is a reward that is not too risky as long as you have the tools.

This reward is for the liberation of my daughter Myra from her priesthood.

From what I said earlier, I guess the aim is Sibila, not me.

The Assassination of Sibila, the guardian of the Goddess of the Sun Sister, entangled in opening the heart of Priest Myra after he had the Archbishop's man scratched with great shame.

But I know what's at stake.

"Civila. I wonder how I'm going to be 'liberated'..."

casually, speak to Civila.

But Civila won't get back to me.

Instead, I could hear Civila whining with her expression off.

"... the 'Red Relief Party', which expanded its forces by putting on the weakness of the situation and the weakness of its mind. The way it is done is thorough and only a con group. We don't offer conditions that are disadvantageous to us."

Sibilla starts talking about the Red Society again.

That, as I tell myself.

And as I say to Ashley.

... what, say it.

I have a bad feeling.

"Liberation." You said, "Liberation from the priestly role."

"… yes,"

Civila is here...... for the first time, I stretched Ashley's cheek out of my mind!

Ashley reacts late to the sudden change and falls to the ground with impact.

Even if they told me that the orphanage child wasn't the real child, or on the contrary, that I was about to be killed, Civila didn't get her hands on it.

The reason why Sibila was so angry.

"Above the weakness of the mind, a fascinating suggestion. I can't help but be calm and unable to judge because I'm a party. I don't know what else to do, but if that puts you in danger other than yourself, that's not the point."

"Hey, what..."

"Not to mention, if that was the most important thing I ever wanted to do to throw everything away and protect myself, Atashi can't forgive you any more"

The most important thing, Ashley opens her eyes to the word.

Me too, I've got a prediction of what the hell I'm going to say.

"It's a classic of the fucking religions. You use the word 'liberation' as a cover word for 'sacrifice'!

Sacrifice...!

Sibila decided that when that Red Society archbishop treated the son of a priest as a sacrifice... he was calling it 'liberation' and forcing Ashley... to kill his mother, that's what he decided!

Dirty way to go anywhere.

Too cruel a fact.

Ashley held her head as she opened her eyes, rattling and trembling.

Only despair remains dark on its face, its eyes shaking in fear.

"... then... if I had killed Mr. Sibilla today...!

"Myra's dead, and the Red Society guys are gonna take care of you. The city's postal guild is managed by the Red Society. So by the time we're late, it's easy to hide evidence, be it suicide or accident."

"Postal, guild......?

"Upstairs on the postal guild, the room is bright red. That's why the Adventurer Alliance's rescue hasn't arrived. Atashi and the others have just figured it out this morning. This was behind the postal guild."

Sibilla shows the burnt pieces of paper she picked up this morning from the bag.

If you look closely, the Adventurer Alliance's request for rescue was only slightly apparent.

"Well, I mean,"

Sibilla proclaimed to Ashley, cruelly… but with an unseen eye of pity.

"That you were the tool of that fucking archbishop with your parents and your children."

When Ashley recognized reality... she covered her face flat with her hands, blurring and tears.

"... Ugh... it's terrible... not really... I... what did I do... All this time, with a serious Sister... working hard for someone else's orphan every day... still, I thought if Myra could get it back one day...!

That was such a sad voice.

I don't know what went wrong...... I don't know, it's decided that nothing went wrong.

As much as Ashley is a normal woman and a sister who works too hard than people, I could tell from watching her nearby.

Why is Ashley so cruel?

My hair was red. That's all.

... too miserable. The Red Relief Society is not a religion that makes you happy just because you are red.

"Ashley."

Sibilla called the name as strong as she had the determination.

Still in tears, Ashley turns to Sibilla.

"If Atashi says she'll help Myra, will Ashley cooperate?

That, given the current situation, is too hopeless a hopeful observation.

Whether successful or unsuccessful, the priest Myra is in a desperate situation of being used as a sacrifice.

—— but that's what I said, if this Civila.

"I will do any kind of cooperation. You can give your life. You can no longer help me, or you can die. If she's safe."

Ashley replied.

In contrast, Sibila shakes her head.

"Then no. Even for you, other people, orphanage kids think of you like a real mother. You don't have to be a jerk to know that."

"... ugh!

"To make Myra, your true daughter, a 'reciprocal friend' without a grub, waiting for fried confectionery while watching a paper play with the orphanage child. That is the condition for cooperation. So I won't allow you to die."

Ashley opens her eyes and snorts firmly as she overflows her tears of tears again in its too gentle 'terms of cooperation'.

Sibilla also nodded back when she saw its sincere face.

"Great. Bye --"

The sunset sets and temporarily erases the colors of the cults nesting in this city.

The world was about to quietly celebrate the night.

Everything in the city, red as if it had been smeared.

The sky will always be overwritten at night.

It's the promised inevitability.

Repeat this city, the blue curtain descends.

It's nightfall time.

Sibila revealed black feathers.

"-- that wish," Night Darkness Goddess "Civila takes on"

To the fiercely devout Sister, the Goddess of Intelligence promised victory.