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

Everything in shape is destined to collapse... though.

Sometimes that is overwhelmingly speeded up by people's will.

The result is the sight in front of us.

The cathedral of the "Red Relief Society" was knocked down from the top floor in turn from the inside when we went the next day, collapsing like the earliest ruins.

This was not above all the awkward speed...... but the result of everyone gathering voluntarily wanting to just dismantle it.

Fragments of a completely destroyed red surface are scattered across the ground.

I said, "Look out, but I didn't know it was too early."

We were here to see if the Red Relief Society cathedral would be properly destroyed...

Apparently, I'm a little late.

Emmy was also "wow," what a powerless reaction.

... I feel the exact same way inside.

Sibilla picked up someone's necklace that was falling at her feet.

"For the people of Madera too, most importantly, the Red Society...... no, you don't. For the former (...) Red Society people, it's what they want to erase. You don't want to put that past in your sight as much as you would have liked to."

I see. I can fully understand that feeling.

The result is this stunningly crumbling pile of debris?

Hearing Sibila explain, I'm also convinced of another matter.

That means the oak crusade is progressing at a fairly fast pace.

This Red Salvation Party backdoor dungeon was flooded with corpses of orcs similar to those seen outside.

The gradual viciousness of the appearance and colour of the oak as per going upstairs, the fact that it is too clumsy to be made, and that the oak near the top floor at the end of the day is not the size and number that a person can carry.

That information undoubtedly showed the fact that the oak overflowed the plains around Madera overflowed from the building.

Above all, it was the Red Society adventurers who were turning to crusade with priests at the behest of the Archbishop.

Later on, I heard that the Archbishop had invited me in the name that it was only human help.

Naturally, I would be angry if I knew that was all set up.

But what struck them more than that was shame and sorry for the people in town.

"When you're betrayed by what you believed to be right, anger mostly comes. Just as Russell resented the fact that he had no power to fight against the goddess of the sun"

"... sort of"

"When others come involved, their anger and guilt fall on the balance. Currently, the Archbishop is already dead. If the latter's emotions prevail at this stage immediately after that, then yes... I think this city will be fine by now."

Until now, adventurers have helped by crusading demons with justice.

Knowing it was manipulative by our own bodies, he said he took the initiative to crusade to protect the city in shame for what he had done so far.

Well, if you can act that way in this stream, surely this city will be fine by now.

"It doesn't look like we're doing anything here anymore."

... Yes, this city has become independent already. It originally had its potential.

I'm just a little help with that.

Slightly more noticeable, but I hope someone is active enough for some to remember.

When I snorted with everyone, I went back to the orphanage.

The next time I come, there won't be any more traces of the building.

Go back to the orphanage and explain the whole street thing to Frederica and Ashley.

Frederica, who heard from me and Civila, slapped her hand and said something.

"Well, it's time for me to go back."

"Mr. Frederica...... yes, that's right. We can't hold you back forever. Thank you so much. I... can't go wrong."

"Right. I have to thank everyone who came with me."

"Yes. The next time I see you, we're all doing great together."

"I'm looking forward to that. Because it's worth my life to see how well you're growing up without a problem"

Ashley turned to me as she bowed her head deep again to Frederica's kind words.

"Lady Russell, Lady Emmy, Lady Sibilla. I may be persistent many times already, but let me still say it. Thank you for getting my life back."

"I don't mind. We're orphans, let's try to get closer to our parents and children so we can be jealous the next time we come."

"Be sure!"

Next thing I know, Emmy gets herself out.

"We're all close, yes! Myra, you're going to be absolutely beautiful, and the boy's going to snuggle out and stare at the girl he likes, so protect him properly."

"Haha, of course! I'm not giving my pretty Myra to the bad kids yet!

Off the face of the conversation between the two.

Man, it's awkward for me to ask... Oh, I saw Benny listening from the gap...

... Well, good luck with that.

Next up is Civila.

"But Myra seems so smart, so try not to lose Ashley either. I don't think so."

"Ah... haha, by the way, you're not going to be able to cover it up when Master Sibila tells you..."

You're relentless over this period. Hey.

If you think so, Civila rides herself out and puts her finger on Ashley's forehead.

"But"

To Ashley, who opens her eyes in amazement, Civila, sitting back again, turns a calm gaze.

"No matter how grown up you are, how good you are... you are my daughter. Without feeling inferior and humiliated, without being proud because you are older and a mother. You're the only one in the world who can make a girl who's not an 'orphan'. That's the last piece of advice from Atashi"

"Dear Sibila... Thank you, Goddess...! I will protect you...!

Finally, Ashley squeezed out her voice and lowered her head deeply, even though she wept a little.

... right. Ashley is the only one in the world who can be the mother of that brilliant and courageous girl.

I don't know what parental love is... but still, I'm sure that would be nice to imagine a parent who would come to protect me with his life at stake against the demon gods represented in the Book of Goddesses.

Sometimes we don't have much luggage, and we head to the carriage station just like we did when we got here.

Sibilla skins on each and every one of them and travels with the kids to the carriage station.

And then I find something I'm unfamiliar with there.

What the hell is that...?

"... the same."

Sibila squeaks.

I think so, I run out, tear up a crowded path and enter a vacant lot.

I rushed after him, too, and he was the one I was waiting for.

It's a paper play.

"Yeah, it's pretty blurry and scratchy, but that's definitely an old cart. What's going on inside... that's unusual."

Sibila squeaks a little lonely.

The orphanage kids turn to the back and watch the paper play together.

A young man. Grandson or great-grandson...... I don't know but turn one of those paper plays.

"Suzu, the demon god was crusaded by the Holy Knight. And the saint who saved the princess will pray to the goddess to save the city."

It's totally not me!

Plus, for some reason, the woman in the picture holding the princess is a long red hair, so this makes Ashley a complete princess.

Did you draw it up in the last few days...? Wow, a descendant of a paper player. I don't think I'm going out of business for the time being.

"I want to request a correction. Princess, I'm the one who got hugged."

"Don't do this because it's going to be easy..."

Stab the nail because Emmy was really going to make it correct.

Besides, I did it. It's the port town of Ceylis.

Well, look at that. No one's gonna think it's me and Ashley.

... You're not here, are you?

The child in front of him looks back, but pretends not to know.

"Ah, a saint."

I hear a word from someone who's sure, and the other kids turn to me at the same time.

Exploring who I just said and who that voice sounded like... there was a Red Society parent and child who was temporarily protecting me in the orphanage then.

When the father returns thanks with his eyes together, the children boil before responding.

"What, that's the saint?

"My mom said black robes too, so maybe it's real!

"But I don't like it."

I'm sorry you didn't catch my eye!

Sibila laughed at the pieces and said, "The kids are honest ~!" What did I say, so I greeted you with chops.

With the little scream next door, the kids say, "Boo-hoo," "It's not that guy at all."

... a very uncomfortable reaction.

Somehow at the end of the day, you ended up feeling like nothing was tight.

I blurt out and speak to the wife-like woman next to the paper play.

"Fried confectionery, four."

"Yes, sir"

When I receive them, I give them to the orphans.

"Yes, okay?

"For Benny, it's rather too cheap."

Anyway, he's the one who brought the information to find that backdoor dungeon.

Even Civila didn't get to step in with certainty, the key to victory leading to certainty in a dungeon stretching up by artificial buildings.

From what I can tell you, the Savior of this city is Benny.

Pass the other fried sweets to everyone and stroke their heads.

Once a kid was eating a slice, not as bad as one whole thing.

"Myra, what do you say?

…… Delicious, … "

Myra, who can open her eyes and flutter and naturally flaunt her face.

Every one of those faces is from the same kids as Benny and the others.

Ashley laughs happily when she sees Myra.

I look at the cart of the paper play and the kids around me and think.

"You don't have to come to the carriage to drop me off."

"What, but..."

"Paper play, you want to see it, right?

When the children looked at each other, they nodded hesitantly.

That's fine. We're going to go from being 'special' to being 'everyday', the way this city is supposed to be back.

I'm not one of them.

If I can get your "normal" back, it's enough in itself as a reward for me.

... Well, that's what I can say too, because Civila is collecting the golden-eyed stuff on my behalf.

My goddess is a decent guy to the end.

"That's why. Ashley, don't ask for the kids."

"Yes! Thank you, you're well...!

After seeing two deeply bowed red heads, my mind is finally starting to make a good impression on red too.

... Right.

Now the red impression is -- the color of the bond between mother and daughter.

The three of them, Emmy, Civila and Frederica, also smile and wave to everyone.

Let's go back to our hometown of Adria.