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When the witch grabbed my hand, it felt as if the world had stopped.
Why is she holding my hand? Seriously, why?
Why is she asking for my name?
Listen, I have no intention of getting close to you. None. Zero.
I don't make it a habit to keep ticking time bombs by my side, thank you very much.
So I tried to slip away and make a quiet escape…
But then she started going on about "divine rapture" or whatever and dragged me off to the nearest Sun Order temple.
"Divine rapture?!"
"Considering the absurd miracles you've been performing one after another, it's only natural! Rofus, watch over us!"
At the temple, I was given the royal treatment.
Priests surrounded me, pouring holy energy into my body, while I was served freshly cooked meals and given a luxurious, soft bed to rest on.
Should I have run away right then?
Yes. The answer is yes.
I should have bolted. The witch was healed, after all.
There was no longer any reason for me to keep pretending to be a saint.
So why, pray tell, was I lying in bed, eating food, and taking a break?
It was because of the witch, sitting next to me, holding my hand with those sparkling eyes.Damn dark sorceress!
Someone please arrest her! Take her away from me!
She's terrifying!
"Don't be afraid," she said gently, gripping my hand as if welcoming a cult leader.
"I'm here. I won't let you fall, Saint."
This bomb seems determined to stay by my side.
But I can't allow that! Who knows when she might explode again?!
"Witch."
"Erfa. My name is Erfa, Saint."
"Erfa. Please return to your home. I am perfectly fine."
Really. I'm fine.
I don't have divine rapture or anything like that.
I'm just sweating and trembling because you're sitting next to me, and it's absolutely nerve-wracking!
"I can't. Please, let me stay by your side until you've recovered, Saint."
"I'm truly fine."
"But because of me…"
Clearly, being polite wasn't going to work. I'd need to be more direct.
"Erfa, you are beautiful now. No one will ever judge you for your appearance again. But what's more important than your outward appearance is your inner self."
"My… inner self?"
"If your heart lacks peace, what good is a flawless exterior? I am just a humble healer. I can mend what's external, but I cannot heal your heart. Only you can do that for yourself."
"What should I do, then? Please, tell me the way."
How about you just stop talking and disappear?
I'm running out of things to say!
Self-help books, Sunday school sermons—help me!
"Have a conversation with yourself. Reflect and discover what you truly desire. You are no longer shackled by your past. You are free now. Think about how you want to live your life and where you want it to go."
"..."
"I was just a crutch. The sick need crutches, but once healed, they set them aside. Leave me behind and soar as high as you wish. Find what you truly wanted and move toward it. That is what I wish for you."
In other words: please just leave me alone.
I said it all with a benevolent smile, and Erfa started crying again.
"How could I ever repay you for this grace? How can I possibly repay you?"
You don't need to.
I'm going to run away anyway.
"I didn't do this expecting repayment. If you wish to repay me, do so with your life. Live a wonderful and admirable life. Let go of hate and resentment, and learn to love yourself."
And please, don't explode.
Got it?
I won't be seeing you again.
I stared nervously as Erfa slowly stood up.
"I swear. With my entire life."
She smiled radiantly.
She's ridiculously beautiful, but no matter how pretty a bomb is, it's still a bomb.
"For you, I will live a remarkable life."
"I believe you will, Erfa. You're more than capable."
"Thank you. I'll never forget this."
You can forget it.
Actually, please forget it.
Erfa bowed to me cautiously, then left the room.
Only after the door closed behind her could I collapse onto the bed.
I thought I was going to die.
Why is every single day like a roller coaster?
The witch , who had been keeping a close watch on me, was finally gone.
Now I could slip away quietly.
That's how most of the legendary "saints" of the Arkhal Empire end their stories anyway.
"I have bestowed my blessings upon you. Sin no more and live a life of ethics and morality."
Blah, blah, poof. Disappear.
I was determined to avoid an ending like, "Oh no, the Lilia Order has shown up and realized you're not a follower of their goddess. Heretic! Burn him!"
Absolutely not. Screw that.
I got up from the bed, opened the door, and stepped outside.
"Saint! You shouldn't be getting up yet—"
"It is time," I interrupted, smiling as I looked at them.
"I must leave now. May grace guide our paths to cross again someday."
"Wait, but Saint! The Lilia Order has arrived earlier than expected, and they're on their way here right—"
Early?
Oh, hell no.
I had to get out. NOW.
I immediately activated Time Stop.
The world froze.
Gritting my teeth, I began moving, releasing and reactivating the skill in small bursts to conserve energy as I made my way forward.
Every step drained me.
Body modification? Easy. All it took was pulling up a customization screen and making adjustments.
Absolute hypnosis? Sure, there was some mental strain during targeting, but after that, it was just issuing commands.
But Time Stop? This skill was absurdly draining.
Seriously, who designed this nonsense?
Why couldn't it just be a simple "pause time, move around freely" kind of deal?
Maybe it was one of those things that worked fine in the game but got overly complicated when brought into reality.
Regardless, I forced myself to push forward, one exhausting step at a time.
Far in the distance, I saw a train pulling out of the capital, Mars City.
That's my ticket out.
I'd board the train, hide in a bathroom, deactivate Time Stop, and then use body modification on myself.
This face was too well-known to keep using. I'd tweak my appearance, buy a ticket, and leave the capital without a hitch.
…At least, that was the plan.
But my mental stamina was nearing its limit.
I'd have to deactivate the skill and rest for a bit before continuing.
Scanning my surroundings, I spotted a filthy, shadowy alleyway near the train station.
Perfect. Nobody would be in such a disgusting, grimy place.
I'd rest there briefly, change my face, and leave this city for good.
Goodbye, Mars City. Let's never meet again.
I deactivated Time Stop.
And immediately, I heard it.
"Stop! Please, I'm sorry! Aghhh!!"
The sound of flesh striking flesh, absent during the frozen moment, now reached my ears.
Even in such a filthy alleyway, there were people.
I froze at the horrifying sounds echoing around me.
"I told you to sell everything! You useless little brats!"
"I'm sorry! I'll do it! Just please don't burn me again!"
"Sell it all! Or I'll burn the other side of your face too!"
"I'll do it! I swear! Just don't!"
The voices grew clearer.
A deep, rough voice yelled, and a softer, pleading voice—a child's—sobbed in response.
Curiosity tugged at me despite myself. I glanced toward the alley.
There, huddled against a wall, were several young girls and a large man towering over them.Their faces were grotesque.
Some girls were missing lips and cheeks, their skin burnt away. Others had broken or missing teeth.
They couldn't have been older than seven or eight—kids who should have been laughing and playing with their fathers.
But here they were, crying and begging for mercy.
I was frozen, unable to look away from the scene.
The man spat on the ground and lit a cigarette.
"Damn factory scraps," he muttered. "Even you lot should be useful. If you don't sell enough matches, you'll answer to me. Got it?"
"Yes! Yes, we will! Just don't abandon us!"
"Pathetic little monsters. Fine, get out of here. But if you don't bring back the money tomorrow, you won't get any more matches to sell."
The man spat again, yellow and disgusting, and turned to leave the alley.
That's when he saw me.
He froze.
"You… you're that healer from the slums, aren't you?"
His emotions shifted quickly: confusion, then surprise, and finally… greed.
The man smirked, pulling a knife from his waistband.
"Saint, huh? Oh, merciful one, could you share some of that grace with me? A little cash would be nice. Surely you've got some leftover from those healing fees, yeah?"
As he approached, my body stiffened.
Time Stop? Too draining.
Body modification? Not enough time.
Absolute hypnosis? Targeting would take too long.
The man grinned, confident in my paralysis, and reached for my pocket.
As his eyes dropped to my pocket, instinct took over.
I touched him and activated a skill.
Skill: Sensory Overload (3000x) activated!
"Stay still!"
I swung my fist, aiming for his head, and jumped back.
It wasn't even a strong punch—more of a wild, desperate swing.
The man looked stunned at first, as if mocking my weak attempt… but then his body began to tremble.
"Urgh… ack… AHHHH!!"
Sensory Overload at 3000x magnified everything—every nerve, every sensation, unbearable.
His blood vessels burst, crimson streaks spreading across his eyes as he clenched his jaw so tightly his teeth cracked.
Without a sound, he collapsed, a stream of blood trickling from his nose and eyes.
"Hey… are you okay?" I muttered, but there was no answer.
He was dead.
My first kill.
I'd just meant to scare him off.
Instead, I'd killed him.
The shock of what I'd done, combined with my drained stamina, overwhelmed me.
My vision spun.
As I collapsed, my final thought was this:
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It didn't seem like I had been unconscious for long.
When I came to, I was greeted by the sight of small children gathered around me.
"It's the Saint !"
"It really is the Saint!"
About five young girls, their faces disfigured and grotesque, were staring at me with wide, hopeful eyes.
I blinked, glancing from their faces to the corpse of the mugger slumped in the corner.
Reality hit me like a brick.
I didn't throw up, but sweat poured down my face as panic gripped me.
I couldn't move—my body was frozen in place.
The children approached cautiously and held my hands.
Their small, warm touch brought me back to my senses, if only a little.
"What… what was that man to you?" I asked, my voice unsteady.
"He brings us matches."
"We sell them to earn money."
"He takes the money we make and gives us food and a place to sleep."
"A place to sleep? Food?"
"Yes, Saint ."
I looked down at the children.
The oldest couldn't have been more than eight. One of them looked as young as four.
All of them bore the marks of severe burns on their faces, their clothes little more than rags that looked fit for a trash heap.
None of them wore shoes.
The hands that held mine were so rough and calloused that even a construction foreman would've had to bow in respect.
My brows furrowed deeply.
They spoke of food and shelter, yet they looked like this?
"Can I see where you sleep?"
"Yes," one of them replied, nodding.
The children led me through twisting, filthy alleys.
I should have run. I needed to run.
The Lilia Order was on their way, and they might already be looking for me.
But the state of these children was too horrific for me to leave them like this.
After navigating several winding alleyways, we arrived.
"This is where we sleep."
I was speechless.
Before me was a long, grimy rope strung horizontally across a wall.
That was it.
Huddled against the wall, young girls—none older than ten—leaned on the rope, sleeping where they could.
The entrance to this nameless, reeking sewer was covered in mold and filled with the stench of decay.
"What about food? What do you eat?"
One of the girls pointed at the rotten vegetables and moldy bread scattered near the sewer entrance.
"If we bring in a lot of money, sometimes we get bread without mold."
I was utterly speechless.
Fifteen girls, all with burned and disfigured faces and bodies, leaned against that rope.
They had no hope, no future.
The guilt of having killed someone began to fade.
What kind of monster does this?
What kind of trash allows this to happen?
"What about your faces?" I asked, trembling. "Why… why do they look like that?"
The girls' eyes welled with tears as they explained.
"Mom and Dad died early."
"A man from the factory took us in and made us work."
"We were supposed to be careful, but we weren't, and there was a fire."
"It hurt so bad… so he threw us away. We had nowhere to go, so he picked us back up and gave us work and food."
Some of the girls didn't even have toes—they'd been lost to frostbite.
Others were missing fingers.
One girl's face was so disfigured that her throat was visible through the burns.
Honestly, it was a miracle that any of them were still alive.
My fists clenched tightly.
I had to run.
The Lilia Order was coming, and they might already be looking for me.
I shouldn't get involved.
My head screamed at me to leave, to run away before it was too late.
But…
How could I see this and just walk away?
I'd used Time Stop to escape without leaving witnesses or traces. Surely that would buy me some time. Enough time to help these kids.
"A-Are you really a saint?" one of the girls asked timidly.
I knelt down and looked into her eyes.
"No."
I'm not a saint.
I'm just some idiot who got saddled with game-like skills and thrown into this world.
I'm a coward who freezes whenever things get serious, who cries at the slightest scare.
My hobbies in my past life were gore movies and anime. I wasn't special—I was just a college student at a no-name school, suddenly reincarnated here.
But even so, I was someone who could heal these kids.
"I'm Just Here to Help the Lowly."
I reached out my hand to the child in front of me.
"Come here. Let me heal you."
So what if it's just a game-like skill? So what if I'm just some idiot?
I should be grateful for the chance to make a difference.
Placing my hand on the child's head, I activated my skill.
Skill: Body Modification activated.
I began to work.
I healed the burn scars that had melted her face, cured the illnesses that had plagued her body, and restored the fingers and toes she'd lost to frostbite.
Even as a nosebleed began to drip from my exhaustion—still not fully recovered after using Time Stop—I pressed on. I couldn't stop.
Wouldn't stop.
"Ah… ah…"
The child began to cry as she looked at her healed body.
I spoke softly. "Go get your friends. I'll fix them all too."
She ran to gather the others.
A limping child.
A girl with one milky, blind eye.
A child whose nose was so melted away she sniffled with a strange sound every time she spoke.
One by one, I placed my hand on each of them, carefully and deliberately healing them all.
At last, the final child was restored—adorable and healthy, their features no longer marred by burns or scars.
"Saint !"
"The Saint healed me!"
"It doesn't hurt anymore! I can see!"
The sound of their laughter filled the alley, and for some reason, tears welled in my eyes.
I hugged each child tightly. "You won't have to hurt anymore."
"Thank you!"
"Thank you so much, Saint!"
"Now we can sell matches even better!"
At those words, I frowned.
"Sell matches?"
"Yes."
"And… where will you sleep?"
"Here."
"..."
"Why?"
I had just healed them, but if this continued, it wouldn't be long before they fell ill again.
I'd planned to leave after this—to say my goodbyes and disappear—but my feet wouldn't move."Do you know where the Sun Order is?"
"Yes!"
"Go there. Tell them the Saint sent you. They'll take care of you."
The Sun Order wasn't exactly overflowing with resources, but I figured I could anonymously send them money each month to cover the children's needs.
"No! We won't leave you, Saint!"
"Me neither!"
This was the best I could do for them.
I couldn't go any further. The Lilia Order might already be looking for me.
If they found me, it'd be a literal trial by fire.
"Kids, I really need to—"
As I tried to gently push them away and plan my escape, a loud voice interrupted me.
"There he is!"
"It's the Saint!"
The clanking of armor echoed through the alley.
Before I could react, knights from the Sun Order stormed into the narrow space.
"Saint! It really is the Saint!"
My face went pale.
I was screwed.
I needed to run. Now. But my mind was so drained that I wasn't sure I could even use Time Stop to escape this alley.
In the end, all I could do was awkwardly stand there, surrounded by children.
"Saint, did you… heal these children?"
Sweat poured down my face as I forced a smile.
"At least it's not the Lilia Order," I muttered to myself.
"I only did what needed to be done," I answered aloud.
"Oh, Saint… You truly are…"
I was just about to ask if they could take the children and care for them—because I needed to leave immediately—when another group arrived.
Trailing behind the knights was a half-conscious mugger, drooling and giggling while cuffed, being dragged along by guards.
Wait. That guy? He's not dead?!
I thought he was dead!
Good. Serves him right. He can rot in prison for all I care.
But then, a second group followed: priests dressed in pristine white robes, their uniforms emblazoned with a symbol of a water droplet within a circle.
Ah. No.
Why are you here?
"The moment you disappeared, the Lilia Order heard rumors and came directly to our order. Using a miracle of tracking, I personally guided them here."
A miracle of tracking?!
That's a thing?!
Why Does This Even Exist? Why?!
"I see."
I was still smiling.
My face had frozen that way.
This was it. The end.
The "burned at the stake" ending.
I'm such a goddamned idiot.
I should've just run. Forget the kids—healed them and bolted with Time Stop.
Why did I stick my nose where it didn't belong? Why did I have to get involved and make everything worse?
No, wait.
Why is this my fault?
The Sun Order is worse! They had a tracking miracle and didn't warn me!
Maybe I still had a chance. If I threw myself at their feet, sobbing and begging, "I treated so many people! Please, have mercy on me even if I'm a heretic!"… Would that work?
While I was spiraling in my head, the priests of the Lilia Order began cautiously approaching me.
Frozen in place, I stared at them like a deer caught in headlights.
At the forefront of the group was a bald old priest, his expression an unreadable mix of emotions.
"Goddess… Is it true? Are you truly the Saint sent by the goddess herself?"
I didn't know how to respond.
No matter what I said, they'd find something to use against me.
Unable to move or speak, I just trembled.
When I didn't answer, the bald old priest extended a trembling, liver-spotted hand toward me.
"The stigmata… If you are truly the apostle sent by the goddess, if you are her saint, show us the stigmata."
I shut my eyes tightly.
Of course, they'd pull something like this.
The Lilia Order was bound to have their own obscure, nonsensical tests that only they understood.
Stigmata? Seriously? Like I'd have those.
It was over.
For the rest of my life, I'd be branded a heretic, a fraud pretending to be a saint.
When I remained frozen, unable to act, the old priest seemed to lose patience.
"Forgive me for my impudence, but I must confirm this myself," he said urgently, gesturing to the knights of the Lilia Order.
The knights stepped forward and began carefully removing my clothes.
Layer by layer, my filthy, mud-and-garbage-stained clothing—the remnants of rolling through slums and healing witches—fell to the ground.
I just stared blankly at the sky, my face devoid of expression.
…Is this really how my life ends?
So anticlimactic?
So pathetically?
The knights didn't care about my existential despair.
They meticulously examined every inch of my body, searching for the supposed stigmata.
I let them.
Arms outstretched, I stood there, fully exposed. At this point, I'd given up.
I was too scared to think straight, my brain frozen.
The only thought in my head was: Cry as pathetically as possible before they burn you.
Maybe they'll feel bad and let you live.
"There's no stigmata… None at all!"
"There isn't a single mark!"
The knights shouted in alarm.
Yeah. No kidding.
It'd be weirder if I did have stigmata.
Should I start crying now?
Get on my knees, bawl my eyes out, and beg for mercy?
"...He shall come with the purest body! Ahhh! The prophecy of the scripture has been fulfilled!"
"Yes! High Priest! This is the saint sent by the goddess herself!"
…What?
"Lilia! Ahhh! Praise the Goddess of Grace!"
All at once, the knights fell to their knees before me.
The bald old priest and the other Lilia Order clergy also knelt, their faces awash with reverence.The Sun Order's knights, meanwhile, were crossing themselves, tears streaming down their faces.
Even the guards, who'd dragged in the mugger, looked at me with awe and respect.
"Saint of the Goddess! Lead us, your humble servants!"
The bald priest cried out in exultation, his voice trembling with emotion.
I just stood there, blinking slowly.
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{The one chosen by the goddess shall arrive in the purest form.
Without any stigmata or divine signs, they shall be pure, utterly pure.
This signifies that the grace of the goddess spares no one, and her chosen understands this.You shall recognize the chosen not by marks, but by their surroundings:
The laughter of children and the screams of the wicked shall be their signs.
Witness this, and you shall know.}
— Scripture of Grace, Chapter 32, Verse 17
"Ahhhh!! Aah! …Saint! Saint!"
At the grimy entrance of a sewer, surrounded by a floor covered in all manner of filth, priests and holy knights clad in pristine white robes were bowing deeply toward me.
I just blinked.
What is happening right now?
Wait, didn't you all just say there's no stigmata?
Then why are you acting like this all of a sudden?
"Could someone please give me some clothes to wear?"
I need to cover myself first. Honestly, it wasn't until I looked down that I noticed just how filthy my clothes were.
At my words, the priests and knights scrambled into action.
"Please wear this!"
An elderly bald man, whom everyone referred to as the High Priest, tearfully offered me a set of dazzlingly white ceremonial robes of the Lilia faith.
And so, surrounded by their expectant gazes, I had to endure the mortifying ordeal of changing clothes in front of them.
Even after I'd changed, their looks of awe and reverence didn't waver.
Please, I beg you, stop staring at me like that!
A guy like me can't handle this kind of attention—it's suffocating!
"Please take care of the children. They are poor, pitiful little ones."
"Of course! Of course! Saint! We shall care for them!"
After handing over fifteen young girls to the priests of the Lilia Order, an awkward silence settled between us.
"Guuuaaagh!! Aaaaaagh! Uuughhhh!!"
The agonized screams of the thug who'd tried to rob me earlier filled the alley.
"The laughter of children and the screams of the wicked… It's just as the scripture foretold!"
"Saint! Saint! What should we do now? Lead us, your lowly servants!"
The knights and priests, especially the bald High Priest, were looking at me with tears of joy streaming down their faces.
This is too much.
At least I won't get burned at the stake, so… this is kind of a win, right?
Fine. Since it's come to this, maybe I should just play along as the saint and live my life this way. I can even charge a small fee for healing.
Yeah, that doesn't sound bad.
If I start charging for treatments, I could become filthy rich in no time.
I was entertaining these thoughts when the High Priest cautiously approached and clasped my hands tightly.
"Glory be to the Goddess of Grace! Lilia watches over us! Saint, speak your will, and we shall listen and obey."
The Goddess of Grace watching over us? Yeah, right.
I don't even believe in her.
As these thoughts passed through my mind, a chilling realization struck me.
I'm someone without faith.
And here I am, pretending to be the saint sent by the goddess.
These people mistakenly believe I'm a saint, so I've dodged a fiery death for now.
But what about her?
Lilia—the Goddess of Grace herself.
In this world, gods aren't just abstract concepts. They're real, living entities who grant miracles and divine power to their believers.
A being who knows everything, including my thoughts and past actions, wouldn't be fooled.
She must already see right through me.
I felt the blood drain from my body.
I've made a terrible mistake.
This isn't the time to be fantasizing about making money while playing the saint.
I could actually be struck by lightning—literally fried alive.
I need to run.
I have to shake these people off and disappear, living quietly as if I'm already dead.
But then, there's that miracle of tracking or whatever they mentioned…
What if they use that to find me even if I escape?
And here's another problem I just realized:
Even if I use my Time Stop ability to flee, I won't get far.
I can only walk while time is frozen, and the mental toll is so extreme that the skill doesn't last long.
Even if I managed to escape far away, judging by the fanatical devotion of these people, they'd chase me to the ends of the earth.
And as long as they keep worshipping me as a saint, the goddess's wrath will surely continue to follow me.
So, what's the solution?
I need to make the Lilia Order give up on me.
I have to get them to leave me alone—completely.
But how do I do that without being accused of heresy and burned alive?
Wait.
An idea popped into my head.
You know those corrupt, incompetent priests that always show up in novels or anime?
The kind with a bulging belly, gorging on women and meat, who screams, "You blasphemer!"
while burning people at the stake, only to get taken down by the protagonist in the end?
I'll become one of those guys!
If I act like a greedy, useless priest, they'll all be so disappointed that even if I disappear, they won't come looking for me.
Of course, I can't cross the line into being truly evil.
You know, like that one character who's annoying and keeps messing things up, but deep down, they're not a bad person.
The kind you want to strangle, but when they're gone, you think, "Well, at least they had some redeeming qualities."
I'll toe that fine line, drive everyone away, then quietly vanish and quit being a saint.
Yes! This is the only way!
"Take me to the temple," I declared after a minute of frantic internal debate.
My plan was to go to the temple and squander all the money they had saved up.
I'd spend the donations, live a life of indulgence, and make them so disgusted with me that they'd all leave while cursing my name.
"Forgive us, Saint. The Lilia Order is based in the southern regions, not the capital. We do not yet have a branch of the temple here."
Ah, right.
Now that I think about it, if there were a temple in the capital, there would've been no reason for them to take days to get here.
How could I forget that? My brain must've been on vacation for a moment.
So, what now...?
Wait, there is a way.
"Why do you say there's no temple? Follow me."
If there's no temple, we'll just buy some useless plot of land at an outrageously high price and build one!
Then, I'll set up a temple, live comfortably off its resources, and work just hard enough not to get burned at the stake or struck down by divine punishment.
I'll make sure all of you spit in disgust and walk away eventually!
With the members of the Lilia Order and the Sun Order's holy knights trailing behind, I led the way out of the stinking sewer.
"Saint! Saint!"
"Lead us, O Blessed One!"
Behind me, the Lilia followers beamed with expectation.
The more I thought about it, the more a cold sweat trickled down my back.
The Blessed Lilia is probably watching all of this in real-time from the heavens, right?
If I want to survive, I need to find a way to make these people abandon me.
That's the only way to avoid divine retribution from the goddess.
When Erfa reentered the Mage Tower, this time accompanied by priests from the White Order, the wizards and witches inside froze.
Some avoided her gaze entirely, while others forced awkward smiles.
Erfa, however, paid no attention to the stares and headed straight for the top floor—the office of the Tower Master.
"E-Erfa?"
orgen, the Tower Master, stood up in shock as she entered.
But Erfa appeared utterly indifferent to his reaction.
"Please, speak," she said.
At her words, the White Order priests stepped forward cautiously and bowed their heads to orgen.
"By the Saint of Healing's miracle, she has been completely restored. She is no longer an abomination. She is living proof of a miracle."
"We will no longer pursue Erfa in the name of the White Order. We humbly ask for your forgiveness for the confusion we caused."
orgen stared at them blankly before nodding.
"I'm relieved to hear this."
"Erfa said she has something to discuss with you. We will take our leave now. If permitted, we would like to attend tomorrow's regular academic meeting."
"Of course."
And with that, the conflict between the White Order and the Mage Tower was resolved.
After repeatedly expressing their gratitude, the priests exited, leaving the door closed behind them.
Now, only orgen and Erfa remained in the room.
"You've become beautiful," orgen said hesitantly after a long pause.
Erfa didn't smile at his words.
But neither did she cry or lash out in anger.
Her expression was one of serene calm, as if she had transcended it all.
"Tower Master," she began.
"Yes, Erfa. Speak."
"Am I still a witch of this Mage Tower?"
orgen nodded.
"If that's what you wish."
"Good. I want to continue my research here."
"If that's what you desire, then so be it."
"And one more thing. At tomorrow's academic meeting, I'd like you to officially name me as the next Tower Master."
orgen's eyes widened in surprise.
"You?"
"You've never officially announced it, but weren't you planning to name me anyway? Or were the countless rumors just baseless gossip?"
orgen shook his head.
"They weren't gossip. In truth, there was no one else. You were the only one I considered fit to succeed me."
"Then there shouldn't be any problem naming me as the next Tower Master, correct?"
"Correct. I can do that. But I am concerned. There are countless wizards and witches here who once cast you aside. As the next Tower Master, you must embrace them all. If you intend to use your position to settle personal grudges, I cannot name you my successor."'
"Tower Master."
Erfa's expression remained astonishingly composed.
"I aim to further my career. I will turn the Mars Branch of the Mage Tower into the greatest among all Mage Towers."
Her tone was firm, her demeanor resolute.
"I won't let petty personal grudges derail my goals. I want to become a witch whose name will go down in magical history. Revenge is too insignificant to even consider compared to that ambition."
Her gaze was unwaveringly calm.
It wasn't just her expression—her mana emanated with an unparalleled tranquility, perfectly refined.
orgen felt an unfamiliar sensation.
She wasn't just outwardly changed; it was as if she were an entirely different person.
"Erfa, what happened to you? What did the Saint of Healing do to you?"
At orgen's question, Erfa gave a radiant smile.
It was a smile free of shadows, anger, or hatred.
"They healed my body and my heart. They gave me a purpose in life: to help them and stand by their side. To achieve that, I will love myself. I'll dedicate myself to my career, without faltering or breaking."
Her dazzling smile made orgen smile along with her, almost involuntarily.
"Understood. I'll do as you wish. Your tricolor research was groundbreaking. Naming you the next Tower Master will be no issue."
"Thank you, Tower Master. Oh, and…"
Her robe had four sleeve openings. The lower two were empty.
But as orgen watched, two new arms grew from the empty sleeves, a feat of advanced body modification magic.
"Being without my arms was too inconvenient. It's helpful to have extra hands for research and writing."
Erfa calmly folded her four arms.
"Will you be alright? People may hurl insults at you again."
"It doesn't matter what others say anymore. I've been acknowledged by them. I'm no longer ashamed of these four arms."
"..."
"I'll take my leave now, Tower Master. See you tomorrow."
After a polite bow, Erfa exited the room.
orgen sat in silence for a moment, then chuckled to himself.
"The Saint of Healing, huh…"
orgen, who had spent his life dismissing religion and faith as foolishness, found himself thinking, for the first time, that perhaps faith had a place in this world.
"Lilia Order, was it? I should pay them a visit."
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I walked back into the slums, leading a growing crowd of people trailing behind me. My decision to head here was simple: if I were to find the most useless, trashy land in the capital, it would undoubtedly be in the slums.
The moment I stepped into the slums, a mass of people began to follow me.
"Saint! Oh, Saint! Heal us!"
"Grant us your blessing, Saint!"
The sheer number of people trailing me was overwhelming. At this rate, would I get arrested for inciting an illegal assembly?
Damn it.
I hastily scanned the area, looking for the most trash-filled, utterly useless piece of land I could find.
Then I saw it: a collapsing cluster of shabby buildings next to an abandoned factory.
It was a grim, desolate area littered with industrial waste and garbage—so unappealing that you couldn't pay someone to take it.
The kind of place where you'd expect junkies snorting white powder in some corner.
I didn't know much about feng shui, but this spot practically screamed ruin your life here. It was perfect.
If I caused enough financial damage to the Lilia Church, they'd curse my name and flee.
Leading the crowd, I made my way toward the abandoned factory, only to be stopped by an elderly man who appeared to be a guard.
"You can't go any further! This land belongs to the Karma family!"
The old guard squinted at me, clearly unable to recognize who I was.
I slowly approached him and placed my hand on his head.
Activating skill: Physical Reconstruction.
When I restored his vision and healed his arthritis, the old man froze in place, finally realizing who I was.
"Can you see now?" I asked.
"Yes, yes! I can see, Saint!"
"Then please fetch the owner of this land."
"Yes, of course! Right away!"
The guard, now full of energy, ran off as if he were decades younger. Before long, he returned with a middle-aged man who looked... exactly like Scrooge.
He had the kind of face that made you think if you stabbed him, gold coins would spill out instead of blood—a miserly, hardened man with a perpetually sour expression.
He approached me with the guard, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.
"I'm the owner of this factory. You wanted to see me?"
"Yes."
"What do you want? If it's to let those beggars in, the answer is no."
I shook my head. "I want to buy this land. I'll pay a fair price."
At my words, the factory owner burst into laughter.
"Well, I'll give you credit for trying! You must've heard the rumors, right? I tried setting up a doll factory here, but it failed. Even so, this is a massive piece of land. Do you even have the capital to buy it?"
I shook my head.
Nope. The only money I had was what I'd earned from working part-time at a diner, which wasn't nearly enough to buy this land.
"Lilia Church will purchase it."
Of course, the Church would foot the bill. As one of the empire's largest religious organizations, they could easily afford it, no matter the cost.
I turned to look at the High Priest, Yodel. He stared back at me with a look that said, Are you seriously planning to build a temple on such a garbage heap?
Yes, exactly.
I wanted the Church to waste money on a hopeless endeavor. If they spent their resources building a lavish, luxurious temple in the middle of nowhere and saw me living an indulgent, wasteful life, they'd grow tired and leave me alone.
"The Church must purchase this land, no matter the cost. It is essential for fulfilling the goddess's will."
I spouted nonsense about the goddess's will, but honestly, I had no idea what she wanted. I just picked this land because it was the most worthless spot in the slums.
Yodel sighed and stepped forward.
"I am Yodel, High Priest of the Lilia Church."
"And I'm Jonathan Karma."
Jonathan snorted, clearly unimpressed.
"Let me tell you something. I built a factory here because the land was cheap—dirt cheap for the capital. But other than the price, this land has zero redeeming qualities. Whatever you're planning won't work. I guarantee it."
"The goddess has commanded it. We must proceed," Yodel replied firmly.
Jonathan gave us a look that said, These people are insane, before shrugging.
"Fine. Follow me to my house. We'll draft up a contract. Frankly, I'm happy to get rid of this useless land."
And with that, we headed to Jonathan's home.
I expected Jonathan Karma, being a factory owner, to live in some grand house, but instead, his home was a shabby residence near the slums.
While he wasn't sleeping on the streets like the destitute, his situation wasn't much better—he simply had a roof over his head.
"Dear, you're home?"
As we entered the house, a frail, sickly woman—who seemed to be Jonathan's wife—greeted him while coughing.
Jonathan, upon seeing her, immediately started shouting.
"What are you doing crawling out here when you can't even take your medicine properly? Get back to bed!"
"I… I just wanted to prepare something for you to eat—"
"There's nothing to eat in this house! Get back in bed already, you useless woman! All you do is rack up medical bills!"
The sight of him yelling at her was a textbook example of domestic abuse.
It didn't take much to piece together the situation. Jonathan must've tried running a factory here, but it failed miserably, leading to the deterioration of his family relationships.
His wife, coughing all the way, carefully retreated into a room. The smell of mold and decay was overpowering, worsened by the lack of ventilation.
Even the High Priest Yodel wrinkled his nose slightly at the stench.
"Alright. I won't take less than 40,000 saleds. That's my condition!" Jonathan suddenly declared.Yodel's eyes widened in disbelief.
"40,000 saleds for that dilapidated plot of land?"
"That's right!"
"Even after seeing all the trash and waste scattered across that factory lot, you're still asking for that much?"
"Take it or leave it! 40,000 saleds, or no deal!"
It was a gangster-level price for a piece of garbage land.
But I didn't care.
It was the church's money, not mine.
My goal was to waste their resources by purchasing overpriced, useless land.
Yodel hesitated, glancing at me briefly before adopting a determined expression.
"I will contact the Lilia Order temples across the country. To approve such a large sum, we'll need the agreement of several local temples. Please allow us some time."
"Tomorrow! Bring the money by tomorrow, or the deal's off!" Jonathan snapped.
Yodel's face twisted further in frustration.
"Even for us, that's impossible. Please grant us a little more time. With such a large sum involved, we need time to prepare—"
"No money by tomorrow, no deal! Leave if you don't like it!"
Jonathan's abrasive tone was enough to make anyone snap. If it were me, I'd have cursed him out or walked away, but Yodel, mindful of my presence as the Saint, kept his composure.
"I need to discuss this further." Yodel led me outside.
"Saint, these are outrageous terms. The price is excessive, and we're essentially taking on the responsibility of cleaning up all the waste and garbage on the land. On top of that, he's demanding the money by tomorrow. This deal is not worth pursuing."
"We still need to do it," I replied.
After all, I'm committed to sabotaging your church. That way, you'll grow frustrated and abandon me.
"...If that's your decision, I will follow it. But by church law, any expenditure over 10,000 saleds requires approval from local temples. Even if we agree, gathering the funds by tomorrow is impossible. Please, Saint, we need more time," Yodel said, his face filled with guilt.
His genuine remorse was enough to prick even my conscience.
While I was selfishly trying to escape divine punishment by causing financial damage to these earnest people, I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt.
"I'll handle it," I said.
Even a scoundrel like me knows when it's time to take responsibility.
"I apologize for disappointing you."
When Yodel bowed deeply to me, apologizing on behalf of the church, my guilt surged to unbearable levels.
Unable to meet his eyes, I hurried back inside Jonathan's house.
But honestly, I had no idea how to convince Jonathan to give us more time.
Maybe I could just use absolute hypnosis to force him to agree?
No. That would seem far too suspicious.
If Jonathan suddenly started acting friendly without reason, it might tarnish the goddess's name and even lead to my own execution as a heretic.
What could I say to buy us more time?
As I climbed the stairs back to Jonathan Karma's room, I suddenly heard screaming.
"AAAAARGH!"
Panicked cries erupted, and I rushed toward the source of the commotion.
When I entered, I found people staring in horror at the center of the room.
"Rofus! O Sun! It's the Rotting Disease!"
"Did you hide a contagious patient in the capital? That's illegal, Jonathan Karma!"
The Sun Order knights and police shouted furiously.
Pushing past them, I entered the room, where the stench of rot and mold grew even more unbearable.
Inside, Jonathan and his wife stood, desperately shielding a child.
"Stay back! Don't come near my daughter!"
"She can be cured! Even if it's Rotting Disease, she can be cured! We've been suppressing the infection with medicine! She's not a danger to anyone! Please!"
Jonathan's earlier bravado had crumbled entirely. Now, he looked utterly devastated, swinging his arms wildly to protect his child, while his wife sobbed uncontrollably.
And then, I saw their daughter.
Her body was rotting so severely that it was hard to believe she was still alive. Her skin oozed black pus, and she writhed in agony, screaming:
"It hurts! It hurts! Kill me! Just kill me!"
I stepped forward.
"Stay back!" Jonathan screamed, his voice breaking. "I won't abandon my daughter! Get away from her, you fraud!"
Jonathan swung a punch at me, landing squarely on my nose. Blood dripped down my face."Saint!"
The knights drew their swords, ready to retaliate, but I stopped them.
I wiped the blood from my nose and looked calmly at Jonathan and his wife.
"Step aside."
I approached the girl.
"It's okay," I said softly. "You won't feel pain anymore."
I placed my hand on her head and activated my skill.
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The girl's body was in an absolutely horrendous state.
Her bones had decayed, emitting a vile stench that filled the room. Her skin was festering and oozing pus, creating a putrid sight that made it hard to even look at her.
The stench was enough to make anyone gag, but I didn't flinch.
I've seen plenty of gory movies—this is nothing.
"Aaaagh! Aaaagh! Aaa…"
At first, the girl screamed in agony, but her cries gradually subsided.
The sound of bones, flesh, skin, and veins twisting and reconstructing under the influence of my skill filled the room. Her decayed bones regenerated, her ruined muscles and veins mended, and her pus-covered skin transformed into a clean, pale surface. Her brittle, patchy hair, clawed out in pain, grew back thick and healthy.
Her hollow, skeletal face returned to a normal appearance, and the malnourished, mummy-like body gained flesh and muscle. My work was complete.
I helped the now-restored girl to her feet.
"M-Mom… Dad…"
She trembled as she touched her body, feeling every inch with her hands. She wasn't wearing any clothes, likely due to the pus and rot, so everyone in the room could see her fully healed form.
"I… I'm not in pain anymore. I…"
"Cecilia! Oh, my daughter! My daughter!"
Her mother rushed over, pulling her into a tearful embrace. Cecilia hugged her mother back, both of them crying uncontrollably.
But it wasn't over yet.
"It's not finished," I said firmly, pulling Cecilia's parents, Jonathan Karma and his wife, toward me.
"W-What are you doing—? Urgh!"
With a sickening sound, their bodies began to reconstruct as well.
Just as I suspected.
They'd said earlier that the infection was temporarily suppressed with medicine. While they hadn't contracted the highly contagious rotting disease, both parents had suffered immensely—mentally, physically, and financially—trying to care for their daughter.
Jonathan's wife was especially frail, battling a severe case of pneumonia. Her lungs were a disaster. I healed them all.
Jonathan Karma's weathered skin and graying hair returned to that of a healthy middle-aged man. His wife, who had been gaunt and constantly coughing, now had radiant skin, flowing hair, and the poise of a dignified woman.
As I stepped back, the room erupted into thunderous cheers.
"Blessed Lilia, the Goddess herself!"
"He's a true saint! Truly a saint!"
The priests and paladins of the Lilia Church were sobbing on the floor. Even High Priest Yodel looked as though his soul had left his body.
"I believe! Punish me for doubting you, even for a moment! Oh, Goddess! Oh, blessed Goddess!"
The police officers removed their hats, looking at me with awe, while the paladins of the Sun Church were moved to tears.
In the midst of all this…
"Hah! You think I'll believe this nonsense?"
Jonathan Karma's sharp voice pierced through the commotion.
I turned to look at him, his face filled with skepticism as he stared at his daughter, his wife, and his own body.
"You think I haven't seen fake saints like you before? How many of them do you think have scammed me over the years?"
His accusatory tone was sharp enough to turn this emotional scene into an interrogation."How dare you insult the saint!"
"Are you mocking the blessings of the Goddess?"
The paladins of the Lilia Church were ready to draw their swords, and even the police and Sun Church paladins looked visibly angered. But Jonathan didn't care.
"Shut up! You think shouting at me will change anything? Do you know how many times I've been conned? You think I'll fall for this again?!"
Jonathan rushed to a corner of the room and brought back an armful of items: scrolls, potions, strange-looking wands, and a mirror with an intricate magic circle drawn on it.
"If you're fake, I'll expose you! I'll report you and have you executed myself!"
He sprayed a potion on his daughter, his wife, and himself, then waited.
Five minutes passed.
Jonathan's confident expression began to crack.
"No reaction? Hmph, a clever trick. But this isn't over!"
He ripped a dispel scroll, claiming it would expose me. Still, nothing changed.
His face faltered further.
"This mirror will reveal everything! Let's see how long your lies hold up!"
He looked through the enchanted mirror, his breathing growing heavier with each passing moment.
"This… This will expose you… It will…"
But no matter what he tried, nothing happened. Cecilia remained healthy, his wife was fully healed, and Jonathan himself was in perfect condition.
"It can't be real… A true miracle? A true saint? After all those fakes who stole everything from me…"
Jonathan collapsed onto the floor, sobbing like a child. The priests, paladins, and police, who had been brimming with anger, now stood silent, their heads bowed.
I approached the crying Jonathan and gently embraced him. He clung to me, wailing.
"Why… Why didn't you come sooner? Why did you take so long?!"
"I'm sorry. It's all my fault."
There were no further words.
"Dad!"
"Honey!"
Jonathan Karma's wife and daughter ran over.
The four of us clung to each other, and Jonathan Karma's family wept for a long time, as if trying to release all the pain and suffering they had endured.
I held the three of them tightly in my arms.
I could tell, even without asking, what kind of hardships they must have faced.
After all that suffering, couldn't they at least enjoy a brief moment of happiness?
After nearly 30 minutes of uncontrollable crying, Jonathan finally seemed to have calmed down.It was done.
Now, if I asked for a little more time to secure the funds, wouldn't he agree?
"Saint! I will give you my factory land! Please take it!! Just take it and use it!"
Wait a minute. This isn't right.
My whole plan was to make the Lilia Church spend money! They were supposed to waste their funds on your useless land and suffer losses!
"The goddess of grace has granted me the greatest blessing I could ever hope for. In return, I will offer her the most precious thing I have. Please, just take it! I will donate my factory land as an offering!"
"No, Jonathan Karma. I can't possibly…"
"A miracle!"
"The goddess's grace shines upon us!"
Before I could finish my sentence, the priests of the Lilia Church shouted, cutting me off.
Before I knew it, Jonathan Karma and High Priest Yodel had already signed a contract to donate not only the factory land but everything on it to the church.
And just like that, far from taking a loss, the Lilia Church acquired an enormous factory property located in the middle of the capital—even if it was technically in the slums.
I once again led a large group of followers to the newly acquired factory property, which was now legally the Lilia Church's land.
It was a filthy, dirty place covered in industrial waste and trash.
Damn it.
I had planned to make the church spend money, but they ended up getting this place for free.Still, it didn't matter. There were plenty of ways to make them spend money.
"Clear the trash, demolish the factory, and dig into the ground," I ordered.
"Dig into the ground?"
"Yes, deeply. Dig as deep as you can. Then build a high-rise temple here."
Looking around the capital, I had noticed the existence of reinforced concrete technology. Buildings with five or six floors weren't uncommon.
I would have them build a high-rise temple where I could live a life of indulgence.
The cost of demolition, waste removal, and hiring workers to dig would take time and bleed the church's funds dry.
By the time they poured their precious money into constructing a lavish temple, and I began living decadently on top of it, High Priest Yodel would probably slap me and leave out of sheer frustration.
"Begin immediately…"
"The saint has commanded us to dig deep into the ground and build a high temple! Let's clear the trash! It is the goddess's will!"
My grand plan began to unravel the moment Yodel shouted those words.
As soon as he spoke, a massive crowd of people swarmed in. Upon closer inspection, they were all people I had previously healed.
"Let us repay the saint for his blessings!"
The crowd rushed to help clear the factory, offering their assistance without expecting any compensation.
"Form a line! Take turns going in and out to clear the trash!"
The paladins of the Solar Order and the police worked to maintain order and prevent accidents.
"Go buy food! Immediately! We must provide meals for those working here!"
High Priest Yodel and the priests of the Lilia Church ran off to buy food.
And me?
"Saint! Please grant us your blessing! My child is ill!"
"My mother is coughing up blood! Please help, saint!"
By now, I was used to this. A long line naturally formed in front of me.
This isn't what I wanted. Damn it.
But it's fine.
Demolishing the building will cost a lot of money. Just look at that massive factory. Tearing it down will take months.
The cost of waste disposal and labor will eat up the church's funds. It has to.
Or so I thought as I continued healing the impoverished people.
That's when I felt a chilling fear grip my entire body.
The witch!
The four-armed nuclear bomb, Dawan the Witch!
Wait—didn't I fix her arms last time? Why does she have four again?!
Why is she here?!
"Saint!"
The witch spotted me and ran toward me with a delighted expression.
Before I could react, she hugged me tightly.
Her scent—a feminine fragrance overwhelming for someone like me, who had never dated—completely threw me off.
"I've missed you so much!" she said, her voice brimming with happiness as she looked at me.I froze, unable to respond properly.
"Why… why are you here?"
Yes, why?! I told you I didn't want to see you again! I'm not into the idea of living with a walking bomb!
"The Magic Tower took me back. Tomorrow, they're going to announce me as the next Tower Master. I wanted to share this wonderful news with you… So, here I am! Is there anything I can help with?"
The Magic Tower took you back? As the next Tower Master?
Wait—weren't you a dark magician?!
Didn't a paladin once say there was no such witch in the Magic Tower?!
The Sun Church paladin couldn't have been lying… So what the hell is going on?!
While my mind was in chaos, the witch turned her attention to the factory site, where cleaning was underway.
"Hurry and clean up the factory! There's still so much to do, so we need to move quickly!"
Hearing Yodel shouting at the laboring crowd, the witch smiled at me.
"Are you planning to demolish that factory?"
"Yes."
"I'll do it for you!"
Before I could stop her, the witch disappeared as if she had teleported.
Unlike me, who struggled to use basic time-stop magic without exhausting my mana, she was a true powerhouse.
Moments later, she reappeared, holding a large official document in her hand.
"Here's a permit for magic usage and demolition! To use large-scale magic in the capital, you need authorization. Wait here. I'll take care of that factory for you!"
Wait.
My plan to make the Lilia Church spend money on demolishing the factory?
My plan to burden them with the cost of cleaning up the waste?
No! Witch, stop!
Before I could stop her, she was already sprinting toward the factory site.
After showing her permits to the police and saying something to them, they quickly evacuated the workers.
Once everyone was cleared, the witch pulled out her wand.
"My God!"
"Unbelievable! Is that even possible?!"
She waved her wand, and the entire factory lifted into the air.
Not just the factory—all the trash and industrial waste that the workers had painstakingly gathered also rose with it.
Then, in the blink of an eye, everything disappeared.
In just one day, the factory, once overflowing with waste and garbage, was transformed into a clean, empty lot.
Damn it.
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"The factory building has been relocated to a large landfill on the outskirts of the capital. You can dismantle it there, sell what's usable, and throw away the rest!"
The witch declared confidently, waving her wand. The crowd erupted in cheers.
"It's the Goddess's blessing!"
"We believe! Oh, Goddess!"
It was clearly the witch's magic that accomplished this, so why was the Goddess suddenly getting all the credit?
Stop that, please.
The Goddess Lilia might actually be watching me right now, and I feel like I have a noose tightening around my neck. It's stressful.
At this rate, she'll smite me for being a fraud who dares to impersonate a saint.
"I'll do it! I'll go and sell it all! I know the contents of the factory better than anyone!"
Jonathan Karma, who had somehow arrived on the scene, eagerly volunteered.
"Saint! Please wait here a moment! I'll take care of everything and bring the money back to you! All the proceeds from the factory are yours!"
Jonathan dashed off like a man on a mission.
That evening, he returned with a fat stack of cash.
"Most of the equipment in the factory was old, so I couldn't get much. But even scrap metal fetched a decent price. Here's 2,000 Saledes. Saint."
Jonathan placed the money in front of me with a respectful bow.
What was I supposed to do with him handing over money so openly in front of everyone? Now I couldn't even secretly squirrel it away for my personal use.
"High Priest Yodel," I called softly. The bald elder rushed over as if he had been waiting his whole life for this moment.
"Speak, Saint!"
"Use this money to buy food and feed the poor here."
"Blessings! It shall be done!"And just like that, a free soup kitchen was set up in front of the former factory.
The poor, now healed and healthy, ate the food provided by the Lilia Church and wept with gratitude.
"This warm, delicious food... It's been so long since I've had anything like this!""Thank you, Saint!"
"Saint, thank you!"
People kept coming, bowing deeply to me, tears streaming down their faces.
Sure, this is great. It's heartwarming, really.
The problem is, I can almost feel the Goddess lining up her smiting lightning bolts for me.
I'm not religious! I don't even follow the Goddess! I'm an atheist, damn it!
I'm so screwed.
If a lightning bolt strikes me dead right now, I'll have no excuse.
The poor aren't the problem.
They don't have the means to track me down or call me out later.The real issue is the Church.
I need to get rid of them quickly.
I must bankrupt them.
Fast!
"High Priest Yodel."
"Yes, Saint!"
"Tomorrow at first light, begin digging. The foundation must be solid. Dig deep and prepare to build a tall, high-rise structure."
"As you command!"
"Rent the most expensive excavators and equipment. Don't skimp on anything. And don't exploit the workers—pay them generously, even excessively. A full purse is the truest blessing. Do you understand?"
"Absolutely! I'll gather all available funds under my authority immediately! I'll even persuade the regional temples to contribute as much as possible! This is the Saint's order—money is no obstacle!"
At this point, I didn't even feel guilty about deceiving the Church anymore.
I'm just trying to survive here. I'm too young to die from divine punishment.That evening, the poor gathered around me like chicks waiting to be fed by their mother bird.As I looked at them, I finally realized something odd.
"Do you… all not have homes?"
"The streets are our home, Saint."
"Sometimes we lean on ropes to sleep, Saint."
That's the problem, then.
These people have nowhere to stay!
But I can't provide them with homes.
Wait—this might actually work in my favor.
If they freeze in the cold because I couldn't provide shelter, maybe they'll curse me and leave.
"Lay down mats and sleep on the ground! I'll cast a wide-range temperature maintenance spell! It's important to eat well and sleep well! Got it?"
The four-armed witch interrupted again, trolling me as usual.Why?!
Why are you doing this?!
If you keep making me look good, I'll really end up becoming a saint! They need to suffer and curse me before they leave!
But no, she had to make the streets warm and cozy.
What kind of black magic nonsense is this?
"Blessings! The Goddess's grace!"
"Thank you, Saint! Thank you, Witch!"
The poor lay down on the streets, and the witch waved her wand. A soft, golden glow spread across the area, and the ground began to feel warm, like underfloor heating had been installed.
"Everyone, sleep well!"
"This is the Saint's grace!"
"Thank you, Saint! Thank you, Witch! Thank you, Goddess!"
Everyone lay down with blissful smiles, content in their warm surroundings. There was no chaos, no misery—just happiness.
Even the Sun Church paladins and the police, who were there to maintain order, looked pleased. Some were even moved to tears.
A paladin approached me, dropping to one knee.
"Saint, the High Priest Alois only instructed us to look after you until the Lilia Church arrived. But with your permission, may we stay by your side and follow the path of miracles a little longer?"
That sounds... actually useful.
"Yes, please do," I replied with a smile.
High Priest Yodel practically jumped with joy.
"Speak, Saint!"
I gestured toward the paladins.
"Pay them wages. Their efforts deserve compensation."
"No, Saint! We're not here for money!"
I know. But I need the Church to bleed funds.
"Please accept it. Blessings flow from abundance. A happy heart is a full purse."
Yodel nodded with tears in his eyes.
"As you command! Sun Church followers, this is the Goddess's will!"
Even the police approached, asking to stay and help maintain order.
I insisted they take donations through their station if direct payment wasn't acceptable.
Somehow, I convinced everyone. Yodel eagerly nodded at my every suggestion.
And then Jonathan Karma approached hesitantly.
"Saint, is there anything I can do? I've spent half my life as a businessman. I'm confident in handling money and managing enterprises."
Confident? You sank your doll factory.
Perfect. This guy will definitely waste money.
"I'll entrust the temple construction to you. Rent equipment, hire workers, and oversee the building process. Yodel, give Jonathan all the funds needed."
"Understood, Saint!"
Jonathan bowed deeply. "I'll never forget what you've done for my daughter. I'll dedicate myself to your miracles."
And with that, he left.
Finally, it was over.
Or so I thought.
"You're not tired yet?"
Oh, no. I forgot about her.
The four-armed witch approached, her hands neatly folded, smiling innocently.
"Thank you for today's hard work. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to rest," I said quickly.
But before I could pretend to lie down, the witch grabbed my hands, her grip firm but terrifyingly gentle.
"Why are you trembling? Is it divine power?"
No, it's sheer terror of you.
She placed her spare hands on my forehead.
"Please, don't trouble yourself over me," I muttered.
But the witch interpreted my words differently. Her eyes reddened, brimming with tears."You're so noble…"
No, I'm really not.
"What's your name, Saint? Last time, I didn't get to ask."
Her plea sounded more like a threat.
I had no choice but to answer.
"Jericho Amael. You can call me Amael."
"Amael… What a beautiful name."
Before I could react, she lifted my hand and kissed it.
"You've saved my entire being, Saint."
"I simply did what I had to."
"Can I… may I have just one more kiss?"
Her flushed face and trembling voice made it clear that refusing would not end well.
I carefully placed a kiss on her forehead.
"Thank you," she whispered tearfully.
After making some grand proclamation about being mine forever, she finally disappeared.
Once she was gone, I collapsed in relief.
She won't come back tomorrow, right?
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Something Beneath the Ground
The 213th Regular Academic Conference had come to an end.
Although there had been an incident where the witch Erfa was taken away as an Abomination, the conference resumed smoothly and, as always, concluded by showcasing remarkable advancements in magical technology and charting the direction for new technological revolutions.
Every presenter's thesis was outstanding, but in terms of impact and completeness, none could surpass the study of trichromatic magic.
The lead thesis presenters sat in the front row of the audience, all staring at the witch Erfa with astonished expressions.
Her four arms remained as they were, but she was no longer wearing a mask.
This allowed her radiant beauty to be unveiled to everyone without any filter.
Even when she had hidden her face, revealing only her right side, she had received countless love confessions from fellow magicians.
Now, with her left side fully healed, her beauty was so overwhelming that it could function as a bewitching spell on its own, even without the aid of magic.
"And with that, I declare the Regular Academic Conference officially closed! A modest reception has been prepared, so please enjoy yourselves!"
The conference ended.
As if in typical magician fashion, a single wave of their wands instantly transformed the conference hall. Tables laden with snacks, drinks, and wines appeared, and the attendees began mingling, enjoying the refreshments and chatting.
Naturally, the center of attention was none other than Erfa.
Before the conference resumed, priests from the White Order had taken the podium to announce that Erfa was no longer an Abomination and had been completely restored to humanity through the miracle of the Saint of Healing.
Not only was she a historic researcher whose trichromatic studies would go down in history, but she was also someone who had experienced a miracle. It would have been strange if people weren't curious about her.
"Lady Erfa, I have a question."
"Did you truly experience a miracle? As a magician, what are your thoughts on miracles?"
"Were you really an Abomination? And why did your left side look like that?"
"Would it be possible for our company to utilize your trichromatic research? Optimization magic is crucial for us as an automotive manufacturer..."
Surrounded by countless inquisitive individuals, Erfa patiently answered each question with a smile.
Due to her upbringing and past experiences, she had always been quite shy. Even when she had to appear on big stages, she would typically deliver her presentation and leave as quickly as possible.
This time, however, her dramatic return made her unforgettable to everyone.
She was now the living proof of a miracle and one of the most brilliant geniuses in the history of the Magic Tower.
"Haha! To think you'd be such a delightful person! You're both humble and confident—a truly remarkable combination! Here's my card; I'd love to stay in touch!"
By the time her pockets were stuffed full of business cards, Orgen, the Master of the Tower, cautiously stepped forward through the crowd.
"I'd like to make a brief announcement. May I have your attention?"
With a tap of his teaspoon against a wine glass, Orgen captured everyone's focus. Smiling, he stepped forward.
"The witch Erfa has lived in our Magic Tower for nearly a decade. She is an exceptional magician who has never caused any issues in terms of character or personality. While she had hidden her left side until now... as you can see, she has experienced an extraordinary miracle and returned to her original form."
Orgen looked at Erfa with a proud, yet slightly apologetic, expression.
"When the White Order dragged her away, I was unable to do anything. She had every reason to resent us all. However, after experiencing a miracle, she told me that all of that was in the past. She expressed her desire to continue her career."
He bowed slightly toward Erfa, signaling his apology.
"Her character, ambition, and exceptional talent have moved me deeply. Despite my inaction when she was taken, she has shown greater maturity and dignity than I ever could. It is only fitting that someone like her becomes my successor."
Gasps of surprise rippled through the crowd.
Orgen was effectively announcing that Erfa would be the next head of the Mars Branch Magic Tower.
"I will soon step down. My body has aged, and my mind no longer works as swiftly as it used to. I'm nothing but an old relic now."
Although he chuckled as if joking, everyone present knew the truth.
Orgen was far too powerful to be called a relic. He was one of the few to have been personally granted the title of Grand Magician by the Emperor himself.
And now, the person he declared greater than himself stood before them.
"Erfa will lead the Magic Tower after me. So, if one day I disappear from sight, please do not be alarmed. Now, let us raise our glasses to the bright future of this extraordinary witch!"
Orgen lifted his wine glass high.
The gathered crowd broke into applause and cheers as they raised their glasses in unison."To the witch Erfa !"
"To Erfa !"
Cheers.
Applause.
Admiring and respectful gazes, all directed at her.
These were the things Erfa had dreamed of.
But now, none of them mattered anymore.
It was laughable.
When she had desperately longed for all of this, the fear that it could vanish like a fragile bubble had always loomed over her. Yet, now that she had let it all go, her dream had come true in its most perfect, indestructible form.
'Amael .'
Erfa silently thought of one name.
It was all thanks to him.
All of her life.
All of this glory.
It was all thanks to him.
Now, Erfa saw her career, her efforts, and her glory as belonging entirely to Amael.
With that thought, she raised her glass high.
"To the future!"
Amidst the laughter and applause, Erfa was recognized as the next Master of the Tower.It was a moment of radiance and glory—but for someone else, it was a scene of bitter, tear-filled jealousy.
In the distance, a single witch stood watching Erfa.
Tuidel.
Her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white, she glared at Erfa with fiery hatred.For a long moment, Tuidel stared at Erfa, who smiled amidst the cheers and blessings. Then, turning abruptly, she walked away.
"This isn't over yet."
Her face twisted with fury and loathing, and a devilish grin spread across her lips.
"A miracle? A saint? There's no way such things could exist."
The title of Saint had become synonymous with fraud in recent years. Tuidel firmly believed there were no real saints, nor true miracles.
If she could expose the Saint of Healing as a fraud—
If she could reveal that he was nothing but a carefully orchestrated con artist—
Then, naturally, the position of Erfa, who had been "saved by his miracle," would begin to falter.
The White Order might even arrest Erfa once again, labeling her as an Abomination.
"Just wait, Saint of Healing. I'll prove it. I'll expose you as the fraud you are."
Tuidel laughed.
It wasn't over yet.
There was still a chance for Erfa to fall.
Large trucks and heavy machinery rolled neatly onto the vacant factory site.
"Listen up! This is a massive skyscraper! The foundation needs to be solid! Start digging!"
Jonathan Karma shouted commands with practiced ease, overseeing the construction of the skyscraper.
Most of the laborers volunteering for the work were impoverished residents from the slums."Come collect your wages for today! By the will of the Goddess of Grace, you'll earn one saled for each day's work!"
The Lilia Order was burning through a colossal amount of money to hire and feed these workers.
I watched the scene with a satisfied grin.
Yes. Perfect. Keep going, you fools!
They were spending absurd amounts of money.
By my orders, even the Templar Knights of the Solar Order were being paid wages.
Jonathan Karma, a failed businessman who'd run his factory into the ground, was entrusted with a large sum of money.
And they were handing out ridiculous wages to the slum workers, even covering their meals. The money was draining at an insane rate.
Even though High Priest Yodel wore a pious and faithful expression now, the moment he realized the astronomical costs and saw me continue to waste money so extravagantly, he would surely leave in disgust.
My plan was falling perfectly into place.
I had set up a shabby clinic near the construction site, treating the endless stream of impoverished people while praying for the Lilia Order to go bankrupt as soon as possible.
"Saint."
After what felt like an entire day of treating patients, Jonathan Karma cautiously approached me.
"We've hit a massive boulder while digging the foundation. It's delayed the work. The rock is so solid that our current equipment can't break through it."
My ears perked up.
"What do you need, then?"
"We'll need to rent more expensive, advanced equipment. That means… it'll cost quite a bit."
"Proceed."
Heaven was on my side!
Spend! Spend more!
Burn through the Lilia Order's funds until they go bankrupt! Quickly!
"High Priest Yodel, please arrange for Jonathan's requested equipment to be delivered immediately—"
"Saint!"
Oh, no.
Not again.
Not her!
"Lady Witch! What perfect timing!"
As expected, before I could even stop her, the witch Dawon had already heard Jonathan's explanation. With a cheerful smile, she pulled out her wand.
"Don't worry! I'll take care of it!"
Troll!
There's no greater troll than her!
Why can't you just leave me alone and let the Lilia Order go bankrupt? Do you know how much money you just saved them?
I was screaming internally.
But what could I do? You don't yell at a walking magical nuclear bomb capable of blowing up the entire empire.
All I could do was watch as Dawon approached the construction site, wand in hand.
"Huh? This is mana-absorbing stone. But why is it so huge?"
I heard her surprised voice, followed by the ground shaking violently, as if an earthquake had struck.
Turning my head, I saw Dawon, wand in hand, struggling to dislodge a massive black rock embedded at the center of the construction site.
"It's absorbing mana, so I can't remove it with magic alone! I'll need some help! Everyone, let's work together!"
"Understood!"
The slum laborers rushed forward, grabbing hold of the enormous boulder and straining with all their might.
"Come on! On three! One, two!"
With a cracking sound, the gigantic black rock was finally lifted high into the air.
Annoying.
Just by looking at it, I could tell it was absurdly hard and heavy. If they'd used equipment, it would've cost a fortune to extract it.
Still, I consoled myself.
Building a skyscraper on this useless land was already an outrageous waste of money. If things continued this way, the Lilia Order would surely go bankrupt—
"Something's rising from the ground! Lady Witch!"
With a pop! and a rushing sound, something began gushing from the hole where the boulder had been.
Turning back, I saw the workers retreating in shock as shimmering blue liquid spilled endlessly from the ground.
Holding her wand, Dawon cautiously approached the liquid. After dipping her hand in and examining it, she cried out in astonishment.
"Elixir… It's an elixir spring!"
Eli… what?
An elixir?
Why is that there?
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