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

Look out, rocked by a carriage.

Your people will be relieved in the plains of Madera, which are completely devoid of demons.

Sometimes, there are adventurers still on patrol. Perhaps...... he is the person who was at the Red Relief Society.

Adventurers of the Red Society faithful. They should also be victims. But we take our responsibilities seriously and take the initiative to work for the city.

Demons originate from dungeons. There will be no more new demons on this plain than to ruin that dungeon with their own hands.

So there is a great chance that it will end without any reward.

It will never be an easy fight.

Still, those people patrol every corner of the plain. The burning appearance of that sense of purpose made me realize that Madera's future was bright.

You won't need to worry anymore.

"Even now, I've left the battle in the plains to you, but were you okay?

"Atashi has risen to much higher levels, so it's okay. As I told you before, an orc is a guy who craves a woman, so you're going to be alarmed if this one tries to kill you. If you're dealing with the most beautiful girl in the world, Sibila, I know what it's like to put more weight on the balance than on your own life."

I just don't know what it's like to be a woman's body more than your own life......

But it seems good to leave it to the two of us.

"Later, it's big that Emmy took charge of all the strong demons. If I hadn't confirmed all the floor boss crusades, that's exactly where Atashi would have banned him from going out on the field in Madera's Adventurer Guild, too."

Sibilla stroked Emmy's head smiling as she slept with her head on her shoulder.

... Emmy has always cared if I wouldn't be attacked by a former Red Society believer. Especially since I've been so uptight the last few days.

By the way, Frederica is asleep too. You broke your promise and you couldn't.

... Well, I've got more work to do, so don't blame me for what I say.

Three bodies that Emmy defeated. That was indisputable and a floor boss overflowing the ground from the dungeon. I didn't know why until the end, but I did get a floor boss out on the ground.

Because such an individual is going to get out around the city, that's what it means to feel at risk.

Of course I feel the need for regular crusades, how important our Demon King crusade is.

"Speaking of which, the Dungeon Demon only defeated him, but he didn't collect much of his crusade reward."

"I did."

...... hmm?

"No, I went from the eleventh floor to the demon upstairs, cutting and cutting. Yes."

Civila lightly hits me with a tag.

Upon confirmation, the numbers are clearly increasing.

... you made a hell of a transfer.

"I'm giving it to Emmy, too. Still a lot, so I gave the rest to Ashley. Without the demons, there will be no peace for the mother. Parenting was a battle, at least I gave you a budget for more families."

Well... you didn't think that far.

With more people, the cost of food increases for one person. You deserved it.

If that's an orphanage, yes, it can be extravagant.

Was Sibila making up for the part I couldn't care less about before I knew it?

Oh man, I think you're looking at Civila, but you still seem a long way from being recognized yourself as a saint.

"... you don't think so"

"Don't read your mind on your own"

"For Ashley, it's more important than anything that you can scrape your own meal and stay with Myra. First of all, you're definitely Ashley's saint. If I don't get my chest up, I'd rather be rude to Ashley."

Civila tells me that, she takes her gaze off me and looks out at the view.

"... this time, Atashi almost made a mistake. The athletes, who should have risked their lives on the peril of the world, originally called" The Night's Darkness Pledge, "ran to safety."

"That's not true. Sibilla's choice wasn't a mistake either. It was really a slight possibility to win."

Yes. It was the power of Ashley and Myra that got that last hand.

If Ashley had an Assassin knife and Myra hadn't thrown it, that whole city would be gone.

Because of my impatience in the crusade, I almost destroyed every Seiris I knew nothing about.

"Really, I was only helped at the end. You can't be overconfident that you won on your own."

"... if that's what you can say, don't worry.

Sure, I defeated that demon god.

And safely mother and daughter are reunited and at peace.

But... it was that mother and daughter herself who won that present.

Now from the bottom of my heart, I think so.

"Civila."

"What?"

"Priscilla, is that your sister?

I bump into the questions I've been thinking about the last few days.

Some, I had doubts.

Sibila is a goddess.

The Book of the Goddess is not creative but authentic, beyond knowing that a demon god actually exists and is one compiled by Sibilla, the real goddess.

And there is a stream of stories in the book about the portrayal of the gods fighting demons, and then giving humankind, a form that has been entangled, [brave men] and other professions from the goddess side.

It's crazy.

Then why is Shi (...) Bi (...) La (...) in (...) Devil (...) God (...) and (...) vs. (...) Etc (...) in (...) Battle (...) eh (...) of (...)?

Did you lose your abilities because you perished once, or were you pulled all by that power at a time when you had abilities such as vocational awards?

Compared to the demon god, who can think of many possibilities, but could nevertheless only manifest some of his abilities, the first [magician] level 8 Civila I met is just too different.

That's why I thought.

I was wondering if The Night Darkness Goddess, which the Demon God knew, was another being.

Sibila stares at this one... sighs like she gave up.

"... well, you'll notice."

"Bye. At first I thought you were wrong, but if that demon god also associated you with the presence of" The Night Dark Goddess, "I definitely thought it had something to do with it."

"What are the chances that Atashi is fake?

"Do you actually think I'm the one who was made to change (change) my profession?

Sibilla shakes her head in silence and talks out looking blurry at the carriage ceiling.

"At first, my sister did it all. The battle against the demon gods, as well as the granting of vocations. But... I tried too hard."

Close your eyes, as you remember that sister.

"Unlike Atashi, you're like a symbol of a quiet night. I wasn't very aggressive about creating the Lord of the Night Darkness, and I was working on the King of Demons crusade alone."

"Alone, huh?

"That's right. But [Lord Midnight Demon] Priscilla knew what she could do alone. I lost the Demon King's plan. So, one by one, my abilities were shredded, my losses continued... and finally, I became weaker than my current Atashi. So --"

Sibila opens her eyes and grips her fist.

"--Atashi was to assume that role in place of his sister"

Did that happen......

Sibilla looks at this one and laughs mocking herself.

"Atashi, he's my youngest. That's why I'm weak with all my abilities and everything.... you're disappointed."

"No, you're rather relieved"

"... Huh?

You seem to be mistaken in some way, so let's say it's clear to Sibilla.

"I don't have a good mouth for what I say. If there was a woman who excelled in attacking magic with a small number of mouths called Priscilla, she would have refused to cooperate.... No, from what I've heard, Priscilla would never have relied on me."

To hear the story, the question remains whether I have entered into a cooperative relationship with Priscilla, who was humiliated by the magic of recovery at the time.

Besides, if you were strong enough to crusade the Demon King as the original Lord of Xiao Darkness, you wouldn't have fought with your sword.

The first reason I wanted to fight alongside Civila was its tireless upliftment to the 'best results'.

... right. Was Civila so far thoroughly and efficiently creating herself because, in a sense, she was aware of her weak self as one of the gods?

But that's how I learned to affirm my life myself.

For me, there's nothing better than that.

The end of the demon god.

At that time, the origin of being able to dignify myself as a 'swordsman' was still because there was a Civila.

"Distance from you was a pleasant thing. Ability, conversation. I thought it would be such a good thing not to have to hesitate, buddy.... because I wasn't there."

"Russell, you..."

"To me, you... right, you were the person I thought would work best for me. I'm sure not with a goddess named Priscilla. So."

I'll show you the back of my hand.

"Keep it up, please."

Sibila looked at my hand... and closed her eyes for a little while.

By the next time those eyes opened, there was the usual sibila with her mouth angle raised.

"Yeah, I'll take care of it. I've already crusaded the demon gods, so it's beyond mythology, but I'm going to repaint my sister's performance like this."

Oh, yeah.

That's Civila.

I don't know Priscilla, but I'm sure she's a good sister with a good understanding of Sibila.

Then you must think.

He wants me to go beyond myself. And... I don't want you to despise yourself too much.

You want Civila to be who she is.

That's what I thought.

When the back of Sibila's hand slaps mine on it, I hear voices from over there with Munya.

This is Emmy, right?

"Let me... Me..."

What, bedtime?

"Me too..."

It was a complete bedtime speech.

When I looked at Sibila, we blew each other out small at the same time, lightly hitting my own on the back of Emmy's sleeping hand.

... This battle, at first glance, seemed to have hardly fought the demon gods, and it would have been Emmy who had the most impact.

That demon god, in a shockwave from the shield of his right arm, used a lot of magic to contain Emmy.

Because even if Emmy couldn't move, he kept resisting without giving up.

As a result, the demon gods were dragged down by the time they reached my hand.

Otherwise, I don't think I can fight demons myself.

From Emmy, who dreams of feeling good, I can't imagine fighting like that god.

"Thanks.... I don't know which one is being saved."

When I look at him, Sibila looks at me with a silent look on her face.

"... what's up?

"Why don't you say thank you like that directly to him when he's awake?

"Yes... I don't know how to say it..."

I'm not used to praising you very seriously.

Sibila looked at me and sighed like she was frightened.

I'm sorry, with this personality.

"Oh, good. 'Cause I know you're thanking me a lot."

That's all Civila said, she turned her attention to the view outside.

The view had completely changed from the plains of Madera.

The mountains buried in the forest extend into sight.

The tree at the top of the mountain flashes the grace of the goddess of the sun as it plugs into the carriage.

This atmosphere, for sure.

Hometown (Adria) is almost here.

When I returned to the village, everyone greeted me with a grand welcome.

"Mr. Sibilla! Welcome home, Mr. Frederica! Oh, you got Emmy back in Russell, too."

The gatekeeper, who was bowing his head to me and Emmy in Madera, welcomes him into the village with ease with a treatment that is obviously just me and Emmy over here.

When I see this light response, I accidentally blow me and Emmy out, too. And at the same time, I feel safe.

That's right, that's just about it.

I knew Adria would be the best distance between me and my residents.

Sibila and Frederica, who descended earlier, nod face to face as they responded to everyone in the village.

"Well, first and foremost"

"I have to go home. To our orphanage."

Absolutely.

I haven't been around for a while, but there's really been a lot going on.

You've never had a darker time in my life.

"Grandma Gemma, how are you?"

"That's how she screws up. I'm doing fine."

We laugh and go back to the orphanage.

No one doubted that.

So... I didn't imagine what was going on.

When I open the door to the orphanage, Frederica speaks up.

"I'm back now. Mr. Gemma, are you there?

I thought my voice would be back soon, but the reaction was... after a while.

Seeing that coming out of the back, I'm breathtaking.

"Oh... are you back now... Welcome back, Frederica..."

Fluffy footsteps, a weak voice, a face you should know.

Grandma Gemma, who seems to be in charge of her health, was obviously in trouble.

Even if I kill her, I'll die. The more she pushes now, the more brittle she feels.

Obviously abnormal......!

"... Civila, did Emmy come back to Russell too...! Oh, now..."

"Extra Heels! Hey, you're not feeling very well, are you?

I block my grandmother's voice and step in to see what happened.

"This magic... Oh, that's the power of Russell. Your health feels like you're back."

Even with my recovery magic, Grandma Gemma wasn't as healthy as she should have been.

What the hell is this... I've never seen a grandmother like this since I was born.

I get furiously anxious.

Sibila comes forward and grabs Grandma's shoulder.

"Something happened?

"... go see him. He's in the bedroom."

To see you, go...?

Who the hell is there?

When Sibila made eye contact with us, she rushed to the bedroom.

While we keep our feelings from slipping away, we follow.

Coming in front of the door, I open the door slightly rampantly to see if the rush has gone into the roughness of the motion.

A loud noise sounds and a small scream is heard from inside the room.

"Hih...! Mr. Gemma, kid, he said don't let him in... Don't come..."

In the corner of that room, squatting, wearing a hat deep, rattling and trembling shadows.

And —— I can't even mishear it, the voice I've been hearing for years.

What the hell happened while I was gone?

Besides, why is this happening?

I don't know anything at the moment... but still, obviously, I do.

--Something was done.

"No way... Janet, is it...?

What was there was Janet, who had changed slightly.