I Was Summoned to Be the Saint, but I Was Robbed of the Position, Apparently

But normally, he receives the potion and leaves.

"Oh, the painkiller potion from last time seems to be working very well. Thank you. That's right. Thanks to him, he has been able to sleep well lately. But..."

That said, the beautiful young man walked in front of me, ignoring my words beautifully.

Unlike usual, all of a sudden, as if you were telling a private story, nobody else in this room went out of their way to hide their voices.

"I thought it might be time for you to cure me."

Smile.

He has a smiling smile on his face when he stares back in surprise.

What did you notice? Or is it blurry?

He keeps looking at me like that.

"Why are you so stubborn? What are you hiding that skill for? You don't have that kind of skills, do you? Is there a reason? I was hoping you could tell me why, but you don't seem to want to get along, and it seems like it's time for my friend to have less time left. I can't wait much longer."

The usual cheerfulness and light feeling turned around, and there was a serious face there.

"Why hide it? If there's a reason, I can help. Talk to me."

It was a long time ago that he showed up with a man who said he was seriously ill.

Since there are usually no wealthy patients who are hospitalized in such expensive special rooms along the border, the group quickly became a topic of discussion at this clinic.

A wealthy man and patient whose circumstances and identity have been brought to light.

If you're rich, you don't have any servants to take you with you, so it's as if you're a plain patient.

There is nothing but suspicion.

It's nonsense to tell such a suspicious man about me. No, no, no!

I thought so once.

Apparently, because of his successive visits to the potion room, I was truly relieved.

Well, look, I didn't hate being fucked by a cool guy.

Sometimes I didn't look like a bad person just because I was charming. I didn't hear any rumors that he had acted violently or said anything, but rather had a reputation for being polite.

Besides, I've just become a little acquainted with you rather than the state of dandruff in the beginning. To the extent that they would greet each other if they passed by in the hallway.

Yes. Love shifts...

That's why I accidentally wondered if I could talk to you for a minute.

Well, the so-called "devil sent you" one?

Probably.

Yeah, maybe, but I think I was always nervous and tired until then. Life is always vigilant of chasers from the royal palace, because it seems stable at first glance, but I don't feel comfortable somehow.

So, just for a moment, I want to be healed by a conversation with this handsome guy... and... and... and... and...

Whatever is in it, the face is innocent. Isn't it a little nice to be honest with a beautiful opposite face?

So, of course, I can't tell you what's at stake.

"Why did you think I could cure that patient?

First of all, there it is. But when Lek heard it, he rounded his eyes and said as if he were surprised.

"My eyes aren't holes. If you are capable of making this potion, you should be able to treat it to some extent by seeing someone directly. Of course, some of you may just have the ability to make potions, but you're always too energetic for that. Do you know how tired people are when they use a lot of skills? But whenever I come, you're pinning and always kicking me out alive. You're obviously making potions with your natural powers."

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Hmm. They found out.

What is this guy's observation eye...?

"Evidence of swimming those eyes. But why are you hiding it? If you can do that, you'll get more money, better treatment, better status."

I always say to Herahela, "Would you like to take a break? No? That's a little rough, isn't it? No, really? I feel a little crazy when someone who said that they are seriously pursuing it.

I didn't expect this man to look at such a place with such a frustration.

What should I do? If I don't say anything, I feel like I'm going to be pursued forever. And I remember telling you a little truth when you tell a lie.

After a while of trouble, I decided to make a bet with all my heart.

Yeah, I'll keep it.

"... Actually, I'm an asylum seeker. So even if you make a mistake in this country, it's hard to understand why you have to stay in this country."

That's what I'll do.

"Asylum?"

When I heard that, Lek seemed very surprised.

"Yes, I want to go to the neighboring country. But I'm just here because I don't have the means right now. That's why I can't be told that I'm a saint and heal a lot of people here directly. I don't want to be watched. I want to sneak to the neighboring country."

"Why do you want to go to the neighboring country?

"I can't say that."

"Is this country good? I thought you were looking for the Virgin before."

"There are other Virgins."

"I hear they found us."

That's how Lek looked at my face.

I said further.

"If you want to evacuate me, you can help me secretly. But I don't want to be disturbed about being a saint in this country. So please don't say anything else."

My goal is to go near the general of the neighboring country, Farglow's Shield.

Of course, if something serious happens, I think I'll be called.

But I don't know how he died.

Had the general suddenly lost his life in some kind of accident, he might not have made it out of the country at such a distance.

I was most worried about it.

Even if it is not revealed to us in the general staff, the fact that this party is in a special room should, at a minimum, be guaranteed identity by someone for this institution. At least not a bandit or a crook.

And if you are related to the Royal Palace, the information has already been passed on and an investigation will come soon. Or this is an investigation. If that's the case, if you smell anything suspicious from him or the royal palace, you have to run immediately.

But anyway, the man in front of me now has money. I have enough money to stay in the expensive special room for a long time.

Maybe they'll buy us a way out to some neighboring country.