𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟐: 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬
It is naturally noticeable to be running around in the form of an eight-year-old child in a dangerous place where orcs are rampaging and swords are falling from the sky.
A desperate-looking priest is chasing after me.
“Kid over there! What are you doing? It’s dangerous!”
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Despite his own injuries, the priest checks to see if I’m hurt.
I can’t be moved by his kindness right now. I made my appeal.
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“Help me, Priest! Kami-sama said to [search for the sacred relic]!”
“The sacred relic. . . You mean the one Lulumia-sama used?”
“Yes, if we have it, Kami-sama said we can save everyone.”
“Kami-sama. . . Are you talking about Land God Kai?”
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Another person notices us and gathers a crowd, shouting “It’s dangerous!”
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“She said that she received a divine revelation and must search for the sacred relic.”
“A divine revelation?!”
“Oh, I saw her! The girl who was healing everyone like Charlene-sama!”
“Like Charlene-sama. . .?!”
“Hey, about that divine revelation. . . maybe. . .?!”
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People start to gather one after another. The sound of magical explosions can be heard from afar.
Everyone exchanges glances and unites their hearts.
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“The orcs are coming!”
“Anyway, we need to protect this girl!”
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And so, the gathered adults, with their different clothes and ages, lift me up and protect me as they flee.
They speak up on my behalf, one after another.
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“Where is that sacred relic that Lulumia-sama used?!”
“I don’t know! Isn’t it at the church?! I’ll go look for it!”
“If it’s near the castle, I’ll search for it! You guys help too!”
“If the maids are going that way, I’ll draw the orcs this way!”
“Ooh!”
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The royal palace, the house of lords, the church. These important parts of the kingdom are falling apart, and swords are falling from the sky. Despite everything being chaotic and seeming like the end, everyone is doing what they can.
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An elderly nun wipes my cheek, which is held up by the priest.
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“You’ve done well. It’s okay. Land God Kai is watching over you.”
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Her gentle voice and soft hand comfort me as she smiles.
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“My right hand, you see. It was torn off in an accident a long time ago, but Charlene-sama healed it. . . You’re very much like her. You are loved by Kami-sama.”
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My face is reflected in her clear, hazel eyes.
――I can’t cry yet. I rub my eyes and put on a smile.
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“I’m Charte. I was supposed to become a saint with the queen’s recommendation.”
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Some of the priests are startled. I nod to show them I’m serious.
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“I’ve heard the rumors, so it was you.”
“The [envoy] sent by the distressed Charlene-sama. . .!”
“Searching for the sacred relic. If we use it correctly, we can save everyone!”
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It happened so fast.
People protected me and helped search for the sacred relic using a swarm strategy.
And finally, a breathless saint came running.
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“If it’s the sacred relic, it looks like that person took it!”
“Who? Where?!”
“To make Lulumia-sama perform another miracle, some priests and saints. . .!”
“I see, they’re the ones taking care of the severely injured! I understand their feelings!”
“We need to hurry! . . .Charte-chan, can you handle my full-speed run?”
“Of course, please!”
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The muscular knight lifts me onto his shoulders and runs at full speed to where the sacred relic is.
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“Uoooooooo!!!”
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Fast. Shaking. Amazing.
I grip onto his helmet in excitement. We ride at a pace like we’re on a horse and finally catch sight of our target.
It’s Lulumia, still being held up, shouting and raising the rusty sacred relic.
The sight of her makes the excitement momentarily fade. Lulumia, who was a beautiful woman, is in a terribly miserable state.
She is dripping blood and bodily fluids from every hole; her alluring body is thin, and her sweet milky tea-colored hair has mostly turned white.
I bite my lip.
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――Lulumia is foolish.
She only thinks about pushing people down and rising above them.
A pathetic woman who is foolish, selfish, greedy, and has no idea of her own standing.
There’s no room for sympathy. But ― this outcome is just too much.
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“. . . . . . Will it be alright, Charte-chan?”
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The knight pauses his stride, looking at me, assessing Lulumia’s situation. He’s worried that what happened to her might happen to me.
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“Even for a leading saint, she’s just a girl. . . . . .”
“No, I’m fine. . . . . . I will answer the feelings of everyone who believed in my words and helped me.”
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I thank the knight who brought me here, straighten out my skirt with a pat. Even if it’s Lulumia, we need to deal with this quickly, or it will keep me awake. As I am about to rush off, the knight pulls at my arm to stop me. The gaze from behind his helmet’s visor is intense, signaling me to remain still.
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“I really don’t want to let you do this. Such a dangerous thing. It’s our responsibility that this country is in such a mess. . . . . . To ask such a young girl, just because she’s a saint. . . . . . To save the country. . . . . .”
“. . . . . . You’re kind, Mr. Knight.”
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I smile at him as he kneels, then free my hand. His face is hidden, but he must be quite young.
I remember once again. The days when I was kidnapped by the church and held up as a saint, feeling sad and lonely, but still laughing and acting as the superficial saint that was demanded of me.
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――I was able to go through those days because there were people like this. There were people who, while unable to oppose due to their positions, were troubled by the use of a little girl.
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My fabricated history was that of a young girl hailed as a saint from another world.
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The kindness of the people who suffered over me, wondering, “Can’t we somehow send her back to her original world?”, “Is it right to take away her free will and honor her here?” I remember through the knight’s anguish. My chest fills with the emotions of the many people who helped me find the sacred relic.
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I was a superficial saint.
But that’s why I wanted to protect the kind adults ― with the power I possess as a saint.
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“It’s okay.”
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I lift up the visor of his helmet, smiling at the knight’s bare face.
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“I’m the beloved saint of God. I’ll handle everything, just leave it to me.”
“Charte-chan. . . . . .”
“Thank you, Mr. Knight.”
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With a firm nod, I sprint towards Lulumia.
Before anyone could interfere, I swiftly grab the sacred relic that is placed on Lulumia’s chest.
There’s no more time.
――Lastly, I glance at Lulumia.
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“. . . . . . You’re in quite a state, aren’t you, Lulumia-chan.”
“Ah. . . . . .”
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Lulumia twitches. There’s no more time.
I give a wink to the priest holding her, and then address Lulumia with my final words.
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“You’re the worst, but I’ll give you one compliment. Thanks for coming out with a loud voice and holding the sacred relic.”
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