"Who is this fuss about?"
After a while, dozens of soldiers poured out of the castle and began to surround Marian.
The savage-looking man who led her soldiers asked me as he glared at Marianne with an angry look on his face.
'It's different.'
As the soldiers poured out, the refugees quickly began to disperse.
Among them, there are even those who know that they have nothing to do with this matter, and there are even those who kneel down and lie face down on the floor with their hands.
"I asked who you are."
The stern-looking man laughed at the sight of the refugees and then shouted at Marian and me again.
Actually, I was thinking about how to answer the man's question.
Let's say he's a hero, because he hasn't done anything as a hero yet, and he didn't think the opponent would believe him in the first place.
"I am a saint of the Guyanese religion. Bring back the soldiers."
But at that moment, Marian, who had been quiet until now, stepped forward.
At Marian's words, her soldiers as well as her refugees began to stare at her in silence.
It wasn't just the empire that believed in Guyanese religion.
"Sounds funny. If she suddenly appears and is a saint, who do you think would believe it?"
However, the man who led the soldiers did not believe the saint's words.
It was also because Marianne's outfit was no different from that of an ordinary adventurer.
At the man's suspicion, Marian sighed and glanced at the captain of the defense.
White light flowed from Marian's hand, which seemed to be hesitating, and she began to linger on the garrison commander's face.
The garrison commander's face, which had been crushed by me, began to return to its original disgusting face in an instant.
The wound on the hip was more severe, but it seems that the face was treated on purpose.
However, people who were not interested in her wounds were only paying attention to Marian's holy magic.
"Sir, it's the saintess."
"Really, it's the saintess!"
It wasn't just the saints who used her recovery magic, but if it was a priest of the Guyanese Church, there was no way she would falsely claim to be a saint.
The stern-looking man who drove us away couldn't hide his embarrassment, and the same goes for me and the soldiers who besieged Marian.
The name "Hero" still has little weight, but the value of the name of the only saint of the Guyanese Church is not that light.
"Saint, please help us!"
"Please give us the grace of the goddess."
"Please. Something to eat…"
When Marian's identity was revealed, it was the refugees who did something unexpected.
As soon as they ascertained that her Marian was her saint, who had been watching her soldiers until just a moment ago, she came to her and began begging for her mercy.
I didn't have the courage to step out on my own, and I didn't look very pretty in my reliance on others, but I just waited to see how Marianne would react.
"Get off."
"Yes?"
"I mean, don't get close to me. And before seeking the mercy of the goddess, look back at you guys."
The refugees were taken aback by Marianne's reaction, which was different from what they expected, but I laughed at her words.
In fact, it might have been natural for Marianne to react that way.
Threatened by her garrison's gnome, the woman begged us to ignore it, and Marian told her why.
And the answer was exactly what I expected.
Roughly, among the refugees, it has become a daily routine to harass the woman who ate with the butlers.
And in fact, she too knew what the garrison commander would ask of her, and she pretended to be hesitant to get an answer from him that she would let her into her castle.
"Oh, how can a saintess say that? Aren't you supposed to help us?"
"There is no natural help in the world. You did too."
Marian said that to the refugees who resented her, and I eventually burst into laughter at her words.
Considering her previous life, such a reaction from her was highly unlikely.
She was cruel to me, but because she had a complex about her origin, she always portrayed a benevolent saintess everywhere.
At times, even I felt sorry for her like that.
At that moment, for the first time, I thought I might be able to talk to a woman named Marian.
**
"Haha, sorry about what happened earlier. I don't know people."
The man with a stern impression introduced himself as Charlie and offered himself as a guide for me and Marian.
Charlie identified himself as the administrator of the castle, adding that he thought he had made a mistake because his head ached over the refugees.
I knew that what he said was just an excuse, but neither I nor Marianne dared to point it out.
Charlie asked in a friendly manner whether he thought he had handled the crisis very well on his own.
"By the way, who is with the saintess?"
"A warrior."
"Ah, that Juan's arm was cut off."
At my brief introduction, Charlie was taken aback and replied that.
Judging by the expression on his face, it seems that he didn't get along well with Juan.
Seeing the expression on the face of the guy who suddenly showed a crush on me made me feel very dirty.
However, the guy pretended to be friendly with me and cast flattery that didn't work.
"Hey, to actually meet the hero, this is truly an honor for the family."
"I don't need flattery; guide Hazel."
Charlie's expression was distorted at my words, but he quickly regained his expression and nodded.
"Your wife will be in me."
As I walked through the corridors of the inner room and reached the deepest room, Charlie told me so.
In terms of the imperial palace, it is a space equivalent to the Great Hall.
In front of the splendid gate, I saw the soldiers guarding with spears, bowing to Charlie.
It was strange for the soldiers to look like that to Charlie, who was barely an administrator, but by my standards, there was no place in Butler's estate that was normal anyway.
Charlie told Hazel to wait a moment to announce the arrival of his guest, but I didn't feel the need to do so, so I opened the door where Hazel was and went in.
**
'What? This…'
I looked at the space where Hazel was with an absurd expression.
Hazel was also surprised to see me suddenly open the door and enter.
She opened her round eyes wide and said it to me with an embarrassed expression.
"Hey, warrior? Hey, how is this?"
Without answering Hazel's question, I frowned as I looked at the space corresponding to the Great War.
Refugees are rushing in right away, and you don't know when the Demon King's army will come.
In the space where Hazel and those in charge of the castle should be discussing countermeasures, there were toys that seemed like children would play with them.
"Who is it?"
And the owner of the toy looked at me with a curious expression and asked.
A kid who wants to be six or seven years old now.
He treated me very naturally, and I snorted at him, who hadn't yet learned honorifics properly.
"Hazel De Buster. I'm here to help."
I simply said something to Hazel.
She owed her due,, but she didn't intend to take it right away.
"I, really? Thank you!"
But Hazel, unaware of my intentions, bowed her head with her innocent face as she said so.
Seeing her like that, not only Charlie, but even the soldiers guarding her front, hardened her expression.
'Looks like there are more problems inside than I thought.'
I thought so when I saw the reaction of Charlie and her soldiers to Hazel.
Well, considering what would happen in the future, it made more sense that there were no problems at the Butler estate.
"What are you? Who are you to be arrogant with my mother?"
At that moment, the little girl, who was looking at me with a curious expression, said that to me with a frown on her face.
Hazel's bowing her head to me didn't seem to reflect very well in his eyes.
"Lo, Lloyd. You can't do that."
Hazel said that to her little boy, but he didn't stop glaring at me.
I realized that he was the only remaining son of the earl.
It was because the little boy felt the look in his eyes that was unique to those who were born and never bowed their heads to others.
"What? By the looks of it, he looks like a mercenary."
"Lloyd. Uh, where did you say that?"
He had a pretty spicy mouth for a young guy, but he was a kid after all.
But there's no reason to put up with it just because you're a kid.
I decided that I should let the guy, who doesn't know how scary the world is,.
So I dared to endure the annoyance and started to slowly approach him.
As I got closer to him, I could see the little boy's demeanor changing little by little.
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