The Superficial Saint Becomes a Young Girl, Relishing Her Exiled Life with a Love-Stricken God – Chapter 4

𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐲 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒: 𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐲 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧

An hour later.

The staff doted on me and picked out adorable, ladylike clothes. Among them, I chose the one that deviated the most from the image of a saint.

I chose a checkered dress layered with numerous frills, along with fluffy curled hair and matching ribbons. I had my hair neatly done and at a glance, I looked like a lady from a good family.

As I finished changing and left the room, Kami-sama got up, knocking the chair back.

Then he said with a straight face.

“You’re adorable. As expected of my wife.”

“Stop calling me your wife. . . . . .”

Once the staff left.

I shared with Kami-sama the destination I had in mind during my change of clothes.

“. . . . . .I want to go home, for now. I want to see Dad.”

“I’ve heard about him. He’s tall, good with liquor, and used to be strong in fights.”

“You know a lot.”

“You spoke to me in the spiritual spring, didn’t you? I was always happy when you talked to me.”

“Please forget about those times. . . . . .I might have said weird things.”

I cover my face.

Only the leading saint can enter the spiritual spring, and the sound barrier prevents noise from leaking out. Thinking there was no one there, I always talked to “Kami-sama” in my natural tone during my baths.

I said a lot of embarrassing and whiny things, so I’m embarrassed.

“I won’t forget. Hearing Charlene’s stories every day made me happy.”

“If you thought of me that much, what kind of face should I make, indeed? You’d get mad, wouldn’t you?”

“Can’t be helped. Charlene didn’t know what kind of existence I am.”

Suddenly.

Kami-sama looks at me with a strangely painful gaze again. It was a nostalgic look.

Sometimes his painful face bothers me strangely.

“. . . . . .Because I love Charlene, I would be happy if Charlene gradually loves me.”

“Ah. . . . . .Thanks for the reprieve. . . . . .(Is it, thank you?).”

The morning won’t start unless we go out. Kami-sama and I left the hotel.

I was wondering about money and check-out, but when Kami-sama looked at the staff, they naturally obeyed him. Sweat trickles down my back.

“Thank you for your care~~.”

After leaving the hotel with a quick pace while scattering childish charm with a smile, I pulled Kami-sama into the shadows and confronted him.

“Charlene, you’re bold. . . . . .”

“Don’t look smitten when dealing with kids! That’s not the point, is the money okay, it’s a crime, isn’t it?”

“No problem.”

“. . . . . .You’re not using some dangerous technique, are you?”

“No. All the believers who live in this country will joyfully offer to the god if he asks. That’s how they’re made.”

“That’s an incredible ability.”

“It’s not effective in areas where faith in me doesn’t reach, it’s not a great power right now.”

I am skeptical about the power that is too convenient.

Kami-sama doesn’t seem to lie, but if you ask if he’s the type to explain enough, he’s not.

Just in case, I asked.

“. . . . . .There won’t be any side effects, right. . . . . .?”

“There are a few.”

“I knew it. What’s going to happen?”

“Giving something to me is the same as offering to a god. . . . . .Maybe. . . . . .more customers. . . . . .something lucky will happen.”

“. . . . . .That’s more of a blessing than a side effect.”

Either way, as someone who ran out with only the clothes on their back, it’s welcome.

“I hope that the hotel will be blessed as much as I have been taken care of. . . . . .!”

I, who offered a prayer to the hotel, rode the shared carriage to my hometown with Kami-sama.

🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸

The shared carriage was cramped and slightly dusty.

Ever since I was abducted and made a saint, I had been living in a sterile environment, so I suddenly felt free and realized it.

The seats were already filled, so Kami-sama and I decided to sit in the corner at the back.

“Charlene, sit here.”

“. . . . . .Thank you.”

Kami-sama sat with his knees up, enveloping me snugly between them.

I could sense a faint smile from Kami-sama, and I looked down, feeling embarrassed. I’m an 18-year-old woman inside.

“Oh my, are you comfortable there?”

Looking at us, a middle-aged woman’s face lit up.

“What a beautiful young lady, are you two siblings?”

“She’s my wife.”

I choked on Kami-sama’s immediate response.

Perhaps it sounded like a joke to her, the auntie chuckled heartily.

“Oh my, what a lovely couple.”

“S, stop. . . . . .”

Even though I’ve regressed to the age of eight, Kami-sama calmly says such things. Doesn’t he fear being thought of as a fan of young girls? Isn’t he scared? Perhaps that’s just how Kami-sama is.

“Where are you taking your adorable bride? This carriage only goes to the countryside.”

“We’re going to see my father-in-law.”

“Oh my goodness~~!!”

“. . . . . .”

Just thinking about how we’re seen makes me uncomfortable.

Embarrassed, I kept my head down, but the auntie kindly gave up her seat to make us more comfortable.

“Here, take good care of your bride. Sit here, your butt will get sore over there.”

“Sore?”

“She means numb! Come on, you stand up too.”

“Oh, but.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine! Don’t be shy!”

The auntie quickly got up, not giving us a chance to hesitate.

Kami-sama muttered to her retreating back.

“Thank you. May God’s protection be with you.”

What’s this about “God’s protection”? He’s the god.

Feeling sorry for taking her seat, I sat down with Kami-sama.

Suddenly, I noticed the way the auntie walked.

(. . . . . .Auntie, she has a bad back. That’s why she knew which seat would be less of a burden. . . . . .)

Even though she usually sits in a seat that doesn’t strain her back, she gave it up for us. I’m sorry. Silently, I prayed for the auntie. As the leading saint, I can activate my healing ability at this distance, even for someone whose name I don’t know.

([Oh God, grant your blessing of healing to this faithful follower.])

“Did you call?”

Kami-sama next to me looked at my face. I scrunched up my face.

“. . . . . .Can you hear even when I whisper in my heart?”

“That’s how it works.”

“Then you understand, right? Please.”

“I understand.”

The moment Kami-sama nodded,

A peculiar reaction ran through my body, the kind I get when I activate my saintly abilities.

“Uhh. . . . . .”

At the sweet, tingling sensation, I bit my lip slightly.

Then I could see the tension leaving the auntie’s back. She tilted her head and rubbed her back several times. It worked.

“I’m glad.”

Pulling me close by the shoulder, Kami-sama whispered.

“You’ve just been revived, and it’s putting a strain on your body. You should lean on me and sleep for a while.”

“. . . . . .Then, I might take you up on your offer.”

I awkwardly leaned my head against Kami-sama’s chest. Kami-sama’s long arm wrapped around me. When I looked around, worried about people’s gaze, they looked at us with a smile. They must see us as a loving couple.

[Hey, Kami-sama.]

I spoke to Kami-sama in my heart. Kami-sama looked at me.

[“The Saint’s power is the power of God, isn’t it?”]

“Yes, that’s right.”

[So that’s how it is. . . . . .I’ve always been borrowing your power, haven’t I?]

Gradually, my consciousness is being pulled into a slumber by my body. As my speech becomes slurred, I tightly grasp God’s clothes and conveyed this message last.

[Thank you. . . . . . always. . . . . .for lending me your power, God.]

God smiled faintly and stroked my hair.

The sway and body heat are pleasant, and my consciousness is transitioning to sleep.

[. . .Dad, I wonder if you’re doing well. You might have moved to another place, but that’s for then.]

I was dozing off, leisurely thinking about such things while being rocked by the carriage.

Without worrying about what kind of emotions I might experience from now on.


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