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

There are still a few things to do in this city… the first thing to do is decide.

"Myra."

I stand in front of a beautiful girl with red hair.

And... I bowed my head.

"Thank you, thank you"

"Yes, no... I guess you helped me, didn't you? So keep your head up. I should have said it first, thank you."

Myra gratefully and deeply thanks me as I raise my face.

Ashley was already up to see how it was going.

"Speaking of which, did Ashley tell Myra? The reason you were in this fight."

"No, Master Russell. Still I..."

"-- because she's a mother"

I'm surprised at the words I suddenly interrupted, other than the person I said it to.

I put that word out because it's Myra in front of me.

Ashley opens her eyes and stares at Myra.

"Huh...? How..."

"Was it after all?... Mr. Ashley, right? You clearly felt powerless in this fight. But I jumped in without thinking about the danger... me, right?"

……

To Myra's words, Ashley nodded, shaking her gaze but hesitating.

"In the church, it was cherished… it was more like being cared for a doll. If you have to, you're going to take my place. For me, the adult body was cold. … so to the temperature of your arm holding me… I felt something completely different about the heat"

Was this child so discerning an adult...

Myra has spent years with those executives who don't think of those 'Red Salvation Party' people as people.

I'm sure you've seen all kinds of malice before.

I guess I've been wearing a mask on myself, fixing it and living it.

For Myra, Ashley is her first temperate adult.

"No, you're not like this. The only reason I'm talking right now is because it's hard to think about, the real reason..."

But Myra told the story.

Then talk about the elements that were most important to her.

"Is it because you look alike? I kind of figured it out right away." Ah, this man is your mother. "

—— That was the answer this kid honestly derived.

Releasing the words, she dyed her cheeks red, her eyes narrowed and she snapped.

That's definitely a year-to-year face I've never shown anyone before.

Angel smile that attracts everyone.

Mother (Ashley) wanted it back again and again, of her beloved daughter (Myra) who removed her mask, a real face.

"Ahhh... Myra, Myra ah...!

"... you've been watching me, I'm sorry, Mother"

"Ugh, yeah, wow, wow... all the time, Myra, and I wanted to... go, I'm glad...!

Ashley's tear glands broke, hugging Myra and leaking a whimper, but communicating her own words.

As she understands the mother's struggles, Myra strokes Ashley's head with the same hair color as herself.

... Ha, I don't know which one is the mother with this.

Looking to the left, with no Emmy and a bitchy runny nose, he said, "Great...!" She cried.

On the right, Sibila looks serene and watches over the two mothers and children... At the same time, she noticed my gaze and turned this way.

Stonelance at that time was a truly exquisite time.

The impact of turning the slight gap Myra made into a huge gap to the extreme on that spot is enormous.

"Finally, thank you for your help."

"I made the last one I could have won, even if I was alone, the last one I could have won for sure. That's all."

"Can you say 'that's all' besides you?

Hit each other in the back of the hand as usual, tapping lightly.

"You praise me today."

"You're always praising me."

"... maybe so"

I thought, my mouth was different than usual, and I didn't return the light mouth.

Most of the time it feels like a word of purchase is a conversation with this guy.

"What's wrong, have you eaten anything bad? It's not a good pick up."

"Now I know what you think of Atashi..."

Sibila, who sighed heavily, still goes to crying Emmy and strokes her head.

We've been doing that for a while, but we all go down the tower where we've calmed down.

"Speaking of which, doesn't this building have demons coming out or something?

"It's not a natural dungeon, it's made in the form of a demon summons, so I can't say for sure... maybe it won't increase any more"

"Right. Either way, you might want to dismantle this building."

"I agree with Atashi, such a bright red cathedral, something that is bad for my eyes and I don't want to use"

That's agreeable.

Oh, not at all...... the red is dust already.

Now there's no more red in this city--

"Hmm? What's wrong?

"Nothing. We're leaving."

—— The color of this mother's and child's hair is enough.

On the day of the assembly, when everyone gathers the following week, ask those who saw the end of that archbishop to take the initiative and call everyone to the diocese of the "Red Relief Society".

There are five of us standing on the altar.

Myra looks everyone down from the stage and spins' her own words' quietly.

"Thank you for coming together. This is the first time you've talked to yourself like this...... I'm Myra, the priest."

Those who sit in their seats look at each other for something.

... So much so that talking normally like this is an unusual thing to do, the routine for this kid has always been an unusual day.

"I have something to tell you. First, the Archbishop is dead. It was the Goddess of the Book of Goddesses who killed her."

Around the corner where the stirring grew louder, a loud noise came out of the altar and the voice quieted at once.

Whatever you did, Emmy stepped foot with that power.

Nearby believers are also breathtaking for their power, which is comparable to the blow of a giant demon.

"Please listen to me quietly, it's important."

Everyone keeps their mouth shut with or without a word.

"Thank you, Emmy. The demon god who killed the archbishop was us… no, the red god himself whom the archbishop believed in. We hear that the demon god killed with one blow without showing any interest in the words glorifying the archbishop's demon god. This is the end of it."

Myra, look at her feet.

There's a dried red and black color that spreads radially.

Those in the front row perceive just what it is.

"This town... no, it was almost extinguished by demons, including even the port town of Ceylis, Madera"

I shrug for a moment, but it quiets me down as soon as I remember my earlier Emmy.

And everyone, wait for Myra's next word.

"... but we are not dead. The reason is these people."

And me and Emmy step forward, and Civila touches the tag.

People squirm again at the names of [Saints] and [Saint Knights] that came out in front of them.

"Be quiet, be quiet...... yes, thank you. The two of you goddesses of the sun happened to come to this city. So I'm alive.... I was about to be offered as a sacrifice by the Archbishop alive!

Myra screams with a strong voice color completely different from before, and everyone breathes again at the pressure.

"We were raising demons. And he was spreading powder to make from that red fruit. That was also poison, something that eroded this city. And where judgment has been dull, we have unleashed demons into the wild, saving weak humans from weak demons and spreading the faithful.... it was all a fake salvation play made."

Under sight, the vast majority dropped their gaze and made various changes: those who flashed, those who regretted, those who exposed their hatred, those who sobbed......

"-- Still, there is hope!

Let out strong words at the end and draw the attention of all.

Myra looked at me and lowered her head.

"Please, fool me... save us... and save my city"

Look at that red hair, I snort.

... As a matter of fact, the flow so far is on schedule.

Myra bows her head in front of me as a delegate. The meaning of this is significant.

"The Red Relief Society" shows everyone to bow their heads to "The Goddess of the Sun".

But of course, some wouldn't be convinced if they suddenly did that.

Myra's head worth standing on the stage until now is never cheap.

So, from here on out, what I've done matters.

... I'm not acting conscious of doing anything good. I'm just choosing what I want to do now.

If you let Sibila tell you, that seems to be the essence of [saints]...... but I'm not sure because it's normal for me myself.

I just have enough room in my mind right now to take that assessment honestly, too.

I don't hate living with fellow Demon King crusaders in the shadows on behalf of the brave, who seem to be [Lord Demons of Xiao Darkness] right now.

but I don't do it because I like being active in the shadows of everyone special.

Not that I chose this path because I didn't want to stand out.

Myra stood on this stage.

It would be hard to stand in front of everyone anymore, but still stand on the stabbing arrow of your gaze.

It's also against the Red Relief Society humans who have locked themselves up.

I guess that's all the desire in this kid to 'save everyone' is strong.

I want to live up to this girl with such a strong heart.

I've seen this city my whole life, too.

Sibila told me about this city once upon a time.

They told me about this vibrant city.

I want to stand out, I don't want to stand out.

I want to be appreciated, glorified in the shadows.

Everything, it doesn't matter.

I just want to save this city, regardless of what happens to me. That's what I want to do now.

I already got the feeling from this city that it just seemed that way.

Then... there's one thing I'll do.

Close your eyes.

Darkness dyes my vision.

Behind its lid, it visions various things.

City of Madeira.

Even during the day, a city without anyone.

visions that that path is full of vibrancy.

Vision the way a paper player starts to prepare.

Everyone in the orphanage fantasizes about eating fried confectionery.

—— in which Myra hallucinates and laughs.

Hopefully they will no longer be illusions from now on.

(Cure Link... Extra Heel Link, too)

Once, magic used in one of the legends of the Virgin.

Magic that has cured all the sick people in the village at once.

Use the miracle of the "Prayer Chapter of the Goddess" for this city.

If you're going to pray to the goddess, you're more confident than the Virgin is used to.

Because I know the real thing.

... In this setting, it is only then that the next goddess works that we can treat everyone with dignity.

This is how I can treat everyone, including the grand Red Society, because Civila has solved all the mysteries so far to avoid being abused for her therapeutic achievements.

Open your eyes as you listen to your squeaky voice to see the people under your eyes touching or moving their bodies.

That cheerful voice is more proof than anything else that everyone is feeling better.

Eventually, everyone starts paying attention to me, and it gets quiet.

I'm not used to this sort of thing... but it's a good opportunity.

I look at everyone and tell them what I want to say.

"What you have now is more of a therapeutic magic than a prayer of the Virgin...... You don't have to thank me, you don't have to believe in the goddess of the sun. Just one thing if I can say something to you guys from me."

Seen on the sixteenth floor of this building, the mother's tears plunder her head.

"Take care of your family."

I'm not here.

Swallow the last word.

I said what I wanted to say, and I'm done doing it.

Now, this city should be fine.

Turn your gaze to one of the families you saved, which will be cherished from now on.

"It's more than that from me. You can break it up now, Myra."

"Yes! Thank you, Saint......!

As Myra bowed deeply as she thanked her out loud, a full applause echoed in the diocese.

Oh, man, I was just about to cut it up.

But... you don't feel bad.

Praise isn't bad, but I don't want to live just for it.

Only I'll give priority to what I want to do.

It's all right.

There will be no more mistakes than having company.