Hush Now, Saintess!

“Saintess.”

“……”

“Saintess?”

“Ah, yes?!”

While seriously contemplating the S*mmons guy’s origins, unknowingly, I was in a daze.

“Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?”

I feel normal, except for the fact that my heart was pounding from adrenaline.

I nodded quickly.

“Yes, I’m fine thanks to you. Somehow, I received your help twice. I’m very grateful for that.”

“……”

I bravely thanked him, but I received no reply.

It got a bit awkward, and the air seemed to have turned chilly.

‘What did I say wrong?’

I raised my head and looked at the man’s face.

As long as I knew how strong someone was, I wouldn’t want to get on their bad side.

At that moment.

“No need for any thanks.”

Answering briefly, he set me down on the ground.

He did so with a very courteous and careful touch.

“Pardon?”

Planting my feet back on the floor, I asked back.

His words didn’t sound like they’re sprouting from pure humility. Rather than that, it sounded like he’s feeling guilty…

“…It may be my fault that you had to go through something like this.”

“……?”

What did he mean by that?

I blinked.

Inwardly, I mulled over the man’s words.

‘You think this happened because of you?’

When he said ‘something like this’, it seemed like he was referring to how Charon had chased after me.

And the chandelier crash must be an accident.

…If that’s the case.

No way.

“By any chance, are you on Charon’s side?”

“No.”

I asked him with betrayal clearly coloring my gaze, but he said no right away.

‘Phew. That’s good.’

I let out a sigh of relief.

Way above my reputation points, my distrust against other people was probably cranked up to the max.

But by this time, I couldn’t understand what the man meant by that.

Then why was he feeling guilty?

Maybe…

“Then, the culprit behind the falling chandelier…?”

“That’s not it either.”

“Then, why…?”

“It’s just…”

“Just?”

“…I can’t tell you.”

What the.

What kind of deflated answer was that?

One particular saying suddenly came to mind.

‘The first thing that upsets people the most is when the other person stops talking. And the second thing is…’

I looked up at the man with a jaded expression for a moment, but then I quickly schooled my features.

‘Right, whatever. Maybe you just don’t like talking.’

He said he couldn’t say it, and I didn’t want to pry.

We’re not even close enough for that anyway.

Instead of pressing him with more questions, I smiled slightly.

“I don’t know why you have to say that, but…”

“……”

“The chandelier fell and almost hurt me gravely, but you saved me. And again, I almost got caught and got hurt by Charon, but you saved me once more. That’s all I need to know, so please don’t blame yourself. No matter what anyone says, you are my savior.”

“……”

This time again, the man did not answer.

But as long as we’re both not offended, it didn’t bother me.

“Then, since you two helped me, I’ll call the guards and…”

“We’ll report this matter to the guards, Saintess. You can leave first.”

Hans naturally interrupted.

When did he get here?

My eyes went wide as I turned to him.

“You wouldn’t mind if I went back first?”

“Yes, it’s alright.”

“Then, what about the eyewitness statement for the case…”

“We’ll take care of that, too. I’ll make sure that you won’t need to be bothered for it.”

Absolutely nothing?

There’s nothing for me to do?

Blinking in a daze, I nodded awkwardly.

They’re volunteering this much anyway, so it should be alright.

“Then, I’ll leave it to you. If you run into any problems, please contact me any time at the Brietta Duchy’s residence. Oh, before that, may I ask for your name?”

I looked at the man wearing a black cloak.

I already knew Hans’s name, but I didn’t know the name of the man who saved me.

If he’d let me know his name here, I’d know who to expect if he would come to the mansion later.

“……”

“Goodness. We’re late with our introductions, Saintess. You may call me Hans, and this friend here…”

Hans spoke on behalf of the man who did not respond.

Then, he trailed off and poked his finger at the man next to him.

It took a moment before the startled man opened his mouth stiffly.

“It’s Deon.”

Huu. Why’s it so difficult to get your name.

I smiled broadly and nodded.

“Mister Hans and Mister Deon, if anything happens, please feel free to contact me at my home. I’ll also extend a helping hand to you.”

“…Yes.”

“Thank you for your concern, Saintess.”

“Thank you very much. Then, we’ll be off…”

After saying a brief farewell to the two men, their answers also followed. However, I suddenly had an odd feeling.

I tilted my head to the side.

‘Hans? Deon?’

Weird. Those names were strangely familiar.