The Obedient Saint Was Made a Scapegoat, so She Decided To Be Reborn as a Villainess
I first met Roland-sama when I was thirteen years old.
On the day we first met, Roland-sama had an eyepatch over one eye and was covered in wounds, looking very painful.
Did he get injured on the battlefield? I couldn’t stand still and before I knew it, I ran up to him. Roland-sama hesitated to show me his wounds, but I used healing magic on him a little forcefully.
At that time, I wasn’t used to using magic yet, so it took quite a while and I couldn’t completely heal his wounds.
I felt pathetic for using magic so forcefully and not being able to heal him completely. However, when Roland-sama saw the arm where I finished casting the healing magic, he was moved and said:
“You’re amazing. The pain has eased considerably.”
My magic shouldn’t have had such a strong effect. However, Roland-sama repeatedly praised me in a tone that didn’t seem like just polite words.
“Um, but it’s not completely healed yet, is it? I’m sorry. I pulled you over here forcefully and couldn’t heal you properly.”
“Not at all. It’s much better than before.”
Roland-sama said in surprise.
“Thank you. The magic helped, but I think seeing you work so hard on the magic made me feel better.”
Roland-sama said with narrowed eyes. Those words resonated deeply with me, who had never experienced much gratitude from others before.
Even after returning to the church, I couldn’t get the face of the person I met during the day out of my head.
I thought it would be nice to see him again, but I didn’t even get his name. It would be difficult to find him among the many knights. I returned to my small room in the church feeling a little lonely.
However, the opportunity to meet that person came sooner than I thought.
“Oh, it’s you! From the other day!”
As I was cleaning up the dusty warehouse in the church garden, I heard a cheerful voice from behind. When I turned around, a man with black hair and blue eyes was smiling at me.
“Do you remember me? You healed my injury the other day.”
He said that, and I stared at his face intently. Have I ever healed someone with such a beautiful face before? As I traced my memory, the face of the black-haired man who praised me the other day overlapped with that person.
“You had an eyepatch and bandages on your arm…?”
“Yeah! I’m glad you remember.”
The man said that with genuine joy.
I was a little surprised. When I saw him last time, his hair was messy, his clothes were not tidy, and above all, he had a tired face.
Today, he had such a bright face that he didn’t seem like the same person at all, and his clothes and hair were neatly arranged.
I felt embarrassed about my old black dress and plain hair.
“Thanks to you using healing magic on me, my wound healed quickly. Look, there’s not even a scar left now.”
He rolled up his sleeve and showed me where there was a deep cut before. There was certainly a deep cut there before, but now it had disappeared without a trace.