I Picked Up a Saintess from the Ruins

31 – 6. Miracle!

‘So… Luminous… With the girl muttering something like ‘Hands?’, I tried to think quickly for the first time in a long time.

I felt a warm feeling from the light, and the few minor wounds I had incurred while wearing heavy armor were completely healed. It was healing magic.

What is magic? Ordinary people can’t use it even if they twist their whole body, and isn’t it something that can be used only in universities or churches?

This is also the reason why I experienced frustration in my second life because the common sense from my previous life that I had a talent for magic did not apply.

The entry requirement was to be able to read and write, and the period of learning was five years at best.

Of course, as there are outstanding talents in this world, it is not impossible for someone to learn magic faster than that.

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However, I am skeptical about the question of whether the girl would have received adequate education to learn magic.

The girl knows how to read… It could be. It is certainly an outstanding achievement, but since her father was a scribe, it is not impossible if the family environment supports it.

But magic is a slightly different story.

In the era when stories were passed down orally, even if it included exaggeration and subjectivity added in the process, I have never heard of a wizard of that age.

Moreover, the village where the girl was picked up was not that large, so although the village priest could use simple magic, he would not have been capable of teaching it.

So.

‘What if I didn’t just learn magic?’

The only shortcut to mastering magic.

Isn’t there a method given to everyone, regardless of talent or origin?

Causing some kind of miracle and rising to the rank of saint.

It would be more likely that I saw something for nothing, but I definitely saw Licia use magic. And that’s certainly not the power of the relic.

Then there is only one conclusion that can be thought of.

“Licia, how did you use the magic?”

“That, uh…… ,”

“If you don’t want to talk, you don’t have to talk.”

There was no need for her to ask further questions, so she said that to the hesitant girl.

Does she have a story she can’t tell? And how does it relate to the reason she wants to go to college?

Looking back, she said, the girl wanted to be taught by the saint.

If it was not simply a passion for learning or a desire to improve, but was based on her own situation, then it would be correct to some extent.

But if she wanted to meet the saint, she would have been better off talking to the church than to me.

“You’ve never been caught by anyone else, right?”

“Nothing. Oh, she almost got caught once…….”

“It’s okay if you don’t have it yet. Just in case, what do you think about informing the church?”

“I wish you wouldn’t say that.”

“Um… ….”

“Hey, I promised! Yes?”

If she had intended to reveal that she was a saint, she would not have followed me, but just told Priest Pippin.

If she had just said that she wanted to see the face of another saint, she would have taken a photo of the Vatican and delivered it to the university by express delivery. And the trip would have been safer if I had the protection of the entire church rather than just a knight like me.

If he still wanted to go to college with me, I had no choice but to take it as a sign that he didn’t want to get caught by the church.

There was no need to ask why he did not inform the church himself. There were more than one or two corners that I could guess.

If you look at it from the side, it would be shocking to see that it was not once or twice that the church was involved in the world’s most scandalous activities. A smart girl would understand this well.

Of course, there are cases like Priest Pippin of Bolle who are faithful and live by their own morals and ethics.

However, the tricks, politics, tightrope walking, and conspiracies of the Vatican, the head of the church, that would make your brain cells die just by hearing about them, were not like that.

So, I could see this as a sign of trust from Lisia to me.

The belief that even if this fact is revealed, the church will not be told. And since she even promised to keep the secret, it would only be right for her to comply.

When she nodded to indicate that she understood, the girl let out a small sigh as if she was relieved.

The soft blue light became smaller and soon disappeared. And I didn’t just see that light when I was being healed.

Her eyes turned to her waist, and at the end of it, there was a luminous sword still in place in her scabbard.

There was one question that arose here. If Licia is a saint, she might be.

“Lysia.”

“Yes?”

I already thought that would be the case, but there was that possibility.

I asked the girl carefully.

“Did you by any chance put a blessing on my sword?”

“That’s… Yes, I did. Did you have any problems? I’m sorry for doing this without permission… ….”

“No, there is no problem. And she wasn’t looking for an apology. Just… “I have other things to think about.”

And there were more than one or two things to think about.

I slowly looked back at what I had done while looking at the shining sword.

‘Come down here.’

‘Why are you doing that?’

‘It’s a luminous sword.’

‘… ….’

I said this to Lisia when I first discovered it while swinging my sword around excitedly.

And it wasn’t something that happened once or twice. The karma we had accumulated over the few months we had been together was by no means light.

I used to show it to other people at every inn I stopped by. And every time that happened, Lisia was watching me silently next to me.

Only then did I understand the reason for the mysterious expression the girl was making.

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Since she wanted to hide the fact that she was a saint, she decided to keep her words to herself with Licia.

If you happen to witness someone using magic, you should at least leave a corner to hide.

“Okay then, let’s do it like this. First of all, raise your age by about five years and what if someone asks if it’s magic?”

“I say it’s because of the relics.”

The girl said, showing the necklace around her neck.

It will work for most ordinary people. Of course, she has to be careful with highly skilled priests, as she said she almost got caught once.

“Yes, and if the priest sees through it, what should he say?”

“That’s… Because I’m amazing!”

And all I have to do is stand next to her and say, “Licia is amazing,” And slap an iron plate on her face.

Even the age of fifteen was too early to use magic, but if you were dissatisfied with this, you could prove it with force according to the medieval law of pros and cons. And the opponent will collapse helplessly in front of the luminous sword.

Furthermore, what happens if they are taken out as not being a party?

There are people who even dare to impersonate themselves as saints, and they claim that they are not, so although I may be skeptical, I will not push them further.

In the end, I did not ask the girl directly whether she was a saint or what miracles she had performed.

Although we both implicitly knew that she was a saint, it was a different matter from getting her to admit it directly.

At the same time, this was for the sake of my dignity, which had disappeared as I began to question my existence, and through mutual necessity, we were finally able to reach an ultimate agreement to leave the past in the past.

After getting the basic words right, it was time to move on to the next problem. I asked Lisia.

“So, you want to help the people in Villach?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s first hear the reason. “Why?”

We live in an era where it is not easy to see people helping others.

It is not because the Middle Ages were uncivilized, but rather because the circumstances were not leisurely.

The value of sharing shines even brighter in these times, but it also means that it is difficult to do.

“… Because they need salvation. And maybe that’s something only I can do.”

The answer that came back was something that could be said to be saintly.

According to the duty that God gave to saints, do not turn a blind eye to those who face difficulties. However, no matter how saintly she was, it was not an answer that a child of that age would give.

Perhaps sensing my doubts, Lisia added her words.

“I was taught to be willing to respond to those who ask for help.”

I didn’t foolishly ask who. Because the target was clear.

And it is true that I should be ashamed that I did not follow what I was told as an education on the way to the Vatican.

“It’s not that I’m trying to teach, it’s just that I think about it that way.”

“No, you are right. “I guess I was wrong.”

However, it was a proud thought that even grown adults could not easily have. This is better than me, who often looks for excuses in the face of injustice.

Even though the educator was poor, it was fortunate that the students were intelligent. Thanks to you, I now know what to do.

I said while stroking the girl’s head.

“Okay, then let’s go.”