The Superficial Saint Becomes a Young Girl, Relishing Her Exiled Life with a Love-Stricken God – Extra 11

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐱

𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝟏𝟏: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐱

“Ah, please make it on time. . .”

The panting High Priest, after shouting, staggered onto a chair, accepting assistance to drink water and medicine. He took several deep breaths to stabilize his breathing.

“High Priest, the common people seeking an audience are already gathering in the square. . . Wouldn’t it be better if you rested?”

“I can’t. If I don’t go now, it would cost the church its dignity.”

Leaning on his golden staff, Mauricio rose, taking each step towards the terrace. It was an event where the High Priest appeared before the people in the large square in front of the church once a month to deliver sermons.

Walking along the hallway towards the terrace, the High Priest trod on the pure white carpet symbolizing the Land God Kai.

Soon he would appear before the people ―― at that moment.

“Please rest, High Priest.”

A woman, who came with the clicking sound of her heels, confidently passed the High Priest and left.

It was the Leading Saint, Lulumia. The assistant trembled in his voice.

“Leading Saint, your manners. . .!”

The High Priest, who had been watching Lulumia’s back in surprise next to the assistant, widened his fallen eyes and shouted as he saw what looked like a long staff in her hand.

“Wha, what. . . That is. . . the First Saint’s. . .!!”

Turning back in the backlight, Lulumia squinted and smiled.

“I will substitute for the public audience. Please take good rest, your Grace.”

“Wa, Wait. . .!”

However, Lulumia stood on the terrace in place of the High Priest, bathed in the brilliant sunlight.

The people were agitated and in uproar.

“Leading Saint, you. . . Guh. . .!!”

“Your Grace! Please pull yourself together! It’s dangerous if you get excited!”

“. . .You. . . Horsewood’s. . . little girl. . .”

The priests gathered and supported the High Priest. A stretcher came right away to carry the High Priest to his bedroom.

“This country. . . is finished. . .”

The High Priest held his chest, and in his hazy consciousness, continued to glare at Lulumia’s back.


Leaving the High Priest briskly behind, Lulumia appeared at the public audience, holding the sacred relic, still in the throes of excitement. Under the bright sunlight, several hundred people from the populace had gathered. Faces filling the large square were all looking up at Lulumia.

Just that made it impossible for Lulumia to contain her rising excitement.

(I’m standing. At a place where even Charlene couldn’t stand.)

There were confused voices among the people. 

Some were cursing Lulumia, others had faces of worry that the High Priest did not come out. Then there were those who didn’t understand the meaning, looking up at Lulumia with blank faces.

Lulumia loudly introduced herself, using a loudspeaker spell cast by the magicians.

“I am the Leading Saint Lulumia Horsewood. Today, on behalf of the High Priest who is ill, I greet you all.”

Upon hearing Lulumia’s name, shouts of strong opposition flew from some.

She knew that demonstrations by the populace had been held recently. The numbers of the Saint Knight Guard had increased too. So far, no significant chaos had occurred, but if she was careless, the heated anger of the excited people might engulf Lulumia.

(I have a winning chance.)

Slowly, Lulumia raised the rusty staff she carried at her side.

It was longer than Lulumia’s height, with a diameter that Lulumia could easily grip with her hand. At the tip, there was a design that had rusted so much that its shape was unrecognizable. It was a chunk of metal, so naturally, it was heavy. However, as Lulumia was excited, she could raise it easily with her slender arms.

Even looking at the raised junk, no one gave a positive reaction. That was within Lulumia’s expectations. Only the owner, Lulumia, could feel that this was something special. It wasn’t just a sacred relic; it had a value that could only be understood when held in hand.

“Ladies and gentlemen――”

With a smile on her face towards the people, Lulumia continued her words.

“I deeply accept the voices of those who are feeling uneasy about our movements. The cause of such unease is our church headquarters’ fault. . . Today, I, Leading Saint Lulumia, will show you all a miracle that will bring peace to your hearts.”

Lulumia focused her consciousness on the staff —― the sacred relic of the first Leading Saint.

Just like when fainting from anemia, she felt all the strength from her body being sucked into the staff.

“Oh God, bless your good believers with healing!”

The moment she shouted loudly, Lulumia lost consciousness for an instant.

Within the arms of the Saint Knight Guard who supported her, Lulumia saw the faces of the people in the square.

All of them were uniformly looking at their own bodies and buzzing. Not with negative emotions as before, but with voices of disturbance.

“My wound has healed. . . what does this mean?”

“My joint pain is gone.”

“My cough that was coming out has stopped.”

“My eyes. . . I can see now!”

Voices of joy began to rise even near Lulumia. The priests looked at each other’s faces and spoke about the changes in their bodies.

“. . . . . .It’s a miracle of the Leading Saint.”

One person muttered alone.

A child’s voice, breaking into tears, echoed as if a dam had burst.

“Mommy! My hand has healed!! I can hold your hand. . .!!!”

The crying shouts of joy overlapped with the mother’s crying, echoing in the square.

One after another, the people began to cheer in joy over the miraculous healing.

“You did it, didn’t you, Lulumia-sama.”

The Saint Knight Guard supporting Lulumia raised an excited voice from behind his helmet.

But Lulumia didn’t have the luxury to respond.

Her collapsed body had no strength. It was shaking. It seemed like she had even wet herself.

(No. . . this much. . . power, being taken. . . )

Lulumia’s saintly ability was not originally strong. She hadn’t undergone much training, so she couldn’t do more than her natural ability.

She had become the strongest by utilizing the sacred relic of the first Leading Saint. Loved by God and a nation builder, the first Leading Saint. . . She could wield the power of God that He had bestowed upon her.

However, Lulumia’s body couldn’t withstand that terrifyingly potent power.

(But. . . I. . . demonstrated it. Performed a miracle. . . Achieved mass healing for this many people, something even Charlene couldn’t do. . . I took the place where High Priest Mauricio stood, and finally, even harnessed the power of Charlene as a saint!)

“Hehe. . . haha, hahaha. . . hah. . .!!”

Lulumia bled from her nose and fainted on the spot.

Even in a grand state, she was carried away by the Saint Knight Guard, wearing a supremely happy smile on her face.

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