𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫
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《Haslea Side》
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While Kyrie had been healing the adventurer’s deficiencies, at the same time.
In the royal capital of the kingdom where she used to reside, the Geta・Niega Kingdom.
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The saint of the Celestial Guidance Church, Haslea, had come to the temple.
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“Don’t kick Kyrie-sama out! What are you thinking!””Bring Kyrie-sama back!””Yeah, yeah!”
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The citizens of the royal capital were raising their voices in protest in front of the temple.
All of them had been kindly treated by Kyrie.
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To them, Kyrie was an important figure, and therefore, they seemed to be resentful of the temple that had banished her from the royal capital.
. . . . . .If they knew that I was superior, surely the voices calling for Kyrie’s return would no longer be heard.
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Thinking this, Haslea steps before the citizens of the royal capital.
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“Good day, everyone! I am the saint of this temple, Haslea.”
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The people of the royal capital stop their anger and listen to Haslea’s words.
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“Kyrie will not return. Her exile was decided by the Crown Prince, so there can be no reversal.”
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. . . . . .and Haslea says this on her own.
The people of the royal capital still thought that the temple had banished Kyrie.
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Then, the truth that the Crown Prince had banished her gets conveyed. . . . . .
This would cause even worse things to happen, but that aside.
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“But don’t worry! In place of Saint Kyrie, I, Saint Haslea, will fulfill the role!”
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There is no reason why I cannot do what Kyrie could.
Thinking so, she confidently declares.
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The people of the royal capital seem to doubt Haslea’s words.
Among them, a woman holding a child came forward.
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“Saint-sama, can you please treat my child? It seems he has cut his finger with a knife.”
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She seemed to be a woman running a cafeteria, and the boy was her son.
Why should I have to listen to such lowly people?
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Well, that’s fine.
There was a need to demonstrate my power.
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“Very well.”
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Well, such a minor cut can be easily healed.
I don’t know what Kyrie’s healing power is like, but it’s impossible that she’s better than me.
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Because I’m the one who can maintain the barrier that protects the royal capital alone, such a possessor of holy power.
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“Leave it to me. With my power, this will heal in no time.”
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Haslea uses her saint’s power.
Heal this thing. . . . . .and. . . . . .
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1 minute. . . . . .5 minutes. . . . . .10 minutes pass.
And then. . . . . .she slowly opens her eyes.
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“How is it?”
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The boy’s cut was completely healed.
How’s that, she thought, and Haslea snorted triumphantly.
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But. . . . . .
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“T, Thank you. . . . . .”
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The woman had a somewhat awkward expression.
So did the people around her.
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“. . . . . .How long did it take?””. . . . . .10 minutes.””. . . . . .Isn’t that too much time?”
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The voices of dissatisfaction from the citizens reach Haslea’s ears.
Even though I went out of my way to help, using my power.
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What’s with that discontented attitude, Haslea was furious.
And then, it happened.
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“Excuse me! Emergency! Let me through!”
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Clattering, men came rushing in front of Haslea.
They were the knights who protected the royal capital.
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“What happened?”
“The Knight Commander has injured his arm! We want Saint-sama of Tranquility to treat him!”
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A subordinate shouts desperately.
Lying on the stretcher was a handsome young man with a refined face.
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He was groaning in pain.
Haslea snorted triumphantly.
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“Saint Kyrie is not here, so I will heal. Let me see the injured part. . . . . .Aaah! Ahhhh!”
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Haslea involuntarily yells as she looks at the wound.
The Knight Commander’s right arm has been. . . . . .completely bitten off.
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“We got into a fight with a bunch of pigmen in the eastern forest and he was injured. It’s just been torn off! Saint-sama, please heal the Commander’s arm! You can do this much, right, saint-sama?!”
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What is he saying. . . . . .?
Facing a knight who appears to be a subordinate, Haslea strongly shakes her head.
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“No, no, that’s impossible!”
“What?! Are you joking?! The tranquil saint-sama, even if a limb was missing, healed it in an instant, you know?!”
“What?! What did you say?!”
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Haslea has never seen Kyrie heal.
She doesn’t know how much healing power she has.
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. . . . . .However.
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“Healing a missing limb is obviously impossible!!!!!”
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What the current saint can do is, at most, heal minor cuts and burns.
Healing a lost or torn part is impossible.
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“What are you saying?””Kyrie-sama healed it in an instant.””Even if an arm was torn off, she regrew the lost parts.”
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She doubted the words of the city folks.
She thought it was ridiculous, but the subordinate knight said it with a serious face.
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“The city folks are right. Saint Kyrie-sama would have healed it.”
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. . . . . .I can’t believe that the kingdom’s knights would lie.
So, can Kyrie really do that. . . . . .?
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“Please, saint-sama! The Commander will die!”
“Even if you say that. . . . . .Im, impossible things are impossible. . . . . .!”
“Don’t say that! If the Knight Commander dies, it will be your fault!” “That’s right, that’s right!”
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Thecity folk begins to blame her.
Even though she’s being told such things, she’s troubled.
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“Damn! Let’s go to the Alchemist Guild then! It’s expensive. . . . . .but there’s no choice but to buy a complete recovery potion!”
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The knights leave the temple with their Commander.
A subordinate man looks back and glares at Haslea.
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“If the Commander’s arm doesn’t return, it’s your fault. I’ll be reporting this incident!”
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Saying that, they leave.
No. . . . . .why is it my fault? I was irritated.
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“Ah.” “That’s disappointing.” “Kyrie-sama was more amazing.” “She healed any injuries or illnesses in an instant.”
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Voices of disappointment leak from the city folks.
This further hurts Haslea’s pride.
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“Shut up! Be quiet, commoners! That woman is not amazing! I’m better! What do you mean she healed any injury in an instant! That’s obviously a lie!!!”
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And, she seems not to accept the truth.
On the other hand, the citizens who saw Haslea’s healing power are now convinced that Kyrie is indeed better.
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“It’s hopeless.” “The temple without Kyrie-sama is worthless.” “I guess we have to buy expensive medicine. . . . . .”
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With a sigh of despair, the city folks leave.
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“What’s that. . . . . .It’s as if Kyrie is amazing, and I’m nothing at all!!!!”
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In fact, that’s exactly the case.
Among the city folks, it seems the ranking has been completely settled.
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“Where has Kyrie-sama gone?” “Does anyone know where Kyrie-sama is?” “I’ll ask a friend to look for her.”
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. . . . . .Everyone, Kyrie, Kyrie, repeatedly calling the name of that defective, mute saint.
Even though there’s a saint right here.
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“What is this! Damn it! Damn it!”
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