The Superficial Saint Becomes a Young Girl, Relishing Her Exiled Life with a Love-Stricken God – Extra 12

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐚 ※𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝟏𝟐: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐚 ※𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

――While Charlene searched for the sacred relic.

Finally, the square overflowed with severely injured people, and those on the brink of death started piling up.


“It appears swords are even raining down from the cathedral!”

“Why, who is doing what!”

“God. . . have you abandoned our country. . .”

Amidst the echoing sobs, screams, and shouts of anger from all directions, the saints could no longer bear it and let out screams.

“We must do something. . . Lulumia-sama, show us that miracle again. . .!!”

At those words, the battered saints’ eyes widened.

“That’s right, perhaps Lulumia-sama can do something. . .!”

“That’s right! She’s always been so arrogant, she should be useful at a time like this!”

“Where is she sleeping now?! I’ll go wake her up with a slap!”

The excitement of the miracle they were shown a few days ago and their usual resentment became mixed together, and the saints began to call out Lulumia’s name one after another. The doctors, knights, nobles, and servants were all drawn in by their excitement and started to rely on Lulumia.

“Has Lulumia-sama recovered?! She’s been resting for quite some time, so she might be able to do something. . .!”

“Quickly bring that woman out! She has no worth if she can’t perform miracles!”

――The second prince had underestimated the people’s thirst for another miracle.

――Strelizia, who had not seen it with her own eyes, had underestimated how much the sacred relic imbued with the power of Land God Kai and the first Saint could call forth miracles and excite people.

――And the two of them had forgotten.

They had forgotten that Lulumia, who was supposed to be used and discarded as a mere carrier of the sacred relic and an expendable shooter, was a woman with an unusually strong desire for self-display and approval.


When Lulumia awoke, she was met by numerous faces looking down at her.

“. . . . . . Huh?!”

Seeing Lulumia’s surprise, everyone’s eyes shone in unison.

The distant sounds of commotion could be heard from outside the window. It was immediately clear that this wasn’t a normal situation.

“Oh, have you awakened, Lulumia-sama?”

“I am. . . . . .”

Lulumia sat up.

Those gathered around her were all uniformly battered and grimy, smeared with blood and dirt.

“What is happening? How long have I been asleep? Where is this. . . . . . ?”

At Lulumia’s puzzled look, the people began to explain in unison.

Lulumia had been asleep for about a day in a special guest room set up in a corner of the church. The bedroom was quickly set up in a room that had been used for confessions, and her collapsed, foam-mouthed body had been moved a short distance there to rest. And then――

“Leading Saint Lulumia-sama, it is time for you to perform another miracle that only you can perform.”

What the old priest, wrapped in silk and bearing an eerie smile, handed over was a long, rusted rod-shaped sacred artifact.

“That, that is. . . . . .”

The moment she saw it, she remembered the sensation of performing a miracle and a primal fear and revulsion made her whole body shudder. Although she tried to look away, the people gathered on either side of the bed begged Lulumia with their fiery gazes.

“Please, become the saint, Lulumia-sama.”

“The injured are overflowing outside. It’s time to show off your miraculous abilities as a saint, Lulumia-sama.”

“But. . . . . . I am. . . . . .”

More and more people began to gather, probably having heard of Lulumia’s awakening. They all pleaded with her, hoping that she could perform a miracle as the Leading Saint.

Gradually, in the heat of their passion, Lulumia began to feel as if her recent suffering was a distant memory.

“So. . . . . . Everyone, you need my power, don’t you?”

“Please hurry! You’re the only one who can save them!”

Anger, impatience, tears, pleas. Amidst the swirling heat of their emotions, Lulumia was fully committed.

“I understand. As the Leading Saint, I will save you all!”

As she tried to stand up, Lulumia collapsed from the bed. She did not notice that her hand, which came into view at that moment, was unnaturally thin and parched.

“If you can’t stand, I’ll carry you.”

A knight stepped forward to carry Lulumia.

Without giving her a chance to change her mind, they took Lulumia to a square where the injured were gathered.

“. . . . . . What on earth is this. . . . . .”

Even Lulumia, who had been smiling, lost her words when she left the church and saw the situation. There was a strong smell of pigs. The smell of blood and entrails was wafting in from everywhere.

“Watch out, Lulumia-sama!!”

A magician screamed and raised a defense wall toward the sky.

Swords were pouring down from the sky everywhere.

“What are those swords. . . . . . ?!”

“It seems we’re under attack from somewhere. The magicians can’t even locate the source; we’re completely on the defensive. . . . . .”

“What a situation. . . . . .”

By the time she arrived at the square, Lulumia was clutching her staff and trembling.

But since the knight didn’t put her down, there was no way she could run away from the situation.

“Lulumia-sama has arrived!”

“Lulumia-sama. . . . . . !”

The injured people gathered in the square were in such a condition that it was miraculous there were no dead. From one end of her vision to the other, a sight she wanted to look away from spread out.

When they saw Lulumia, people from a distance started gathering one after another. Even those running away from orcs came this way.

“Now, Lulumia-sama. Please.”

“Ah. . . . . .”

Everyone’s eyes were focused on her.

Her heart, which had been wilting from fear, regained strength from the attention.

(Yes, I am the leading saint, Lulumia Horsewood. . . . . . Miracles can happen as many times as you wish. If only I have this sacred relic. . . . . . !)

Lulumia steeled herself and took a deep breath.

“Ladies and gentlemen. . . . . . I will heal you all now! [Oh God, bless these faithful with healing]. . . . . . !”

With the staff in hand, Lulumia cried out loud.

The people around Lulumia were looking at her with expectant eyes. Feeling the gaze of their expectations, Lulumia gritted her teeth as she held back a scream. All the energy from her body was being sucked up by the staff. With pain so severe that it felt like her insides were coming out of her mouth, Lulumia gritted her teeth.

(Please, please, please. . . . . . Please!!)

She was waiting for the voices of praise. She was waiting for applause and cheers.

But no matter how long she endured the pain, the surroundings of Lulumia remained quiet.

“Saint-sama. . . . . . ?”

“Lulumia. . . . . . -sama. . . . . . ?”

She opened her eyes and looked around, and was shocked.

The faces of the injured, distorted by pain, remained unchanged. Lulumia was suffering, but healing was not happening at all. She could not even heal scratches that could be healed by Lulumia’s original healing ability.

“Arghhhhh!!! Please!! Please!! Heal!!”

Blood spurted from her mouth and nose. Blood also flowed from her eyes, blocking her vision.

The knight who was holding Lulumia let out a groan as if he was about to vomit.

“Lulumia-sama, please stop now!”

Someone is begging her to stop with a voice that sounds like they’re about to cry.

But what swirled around Lulumia more than the voices of concern for her were—screams, curses, and angry shouts.

“You’re the leading saint, right?! Make a miracle happen! I beg you!”

“It hurts. . . . . . It hurts so much. . . . . . ! Do something!”

“Hey! You might be suffering too, but we’re suffering a lot more!”

“At least be useful in times like these! Stupid woman!!”

(Why. Why. Why.)

“It’s no good, the power of the saint is really. . . . . . !”

“It’s over!!”

(I’m the leading saint, I can make miracles happen, I’ve worked hard and crawled up, I won’t lose to anyone, I’m beautiful and strong, I’ll get everything, I am I am I am, )



There was a sound of something breaking, and the strength left Lulumia’s body.

Sounds also grew distant. The pain and the agony, all those feelings drifted away.

(Am I. . . . . . going to die. . . . . . ? I don’t want to lose, never, I am. . . . . . )

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