The Gloomy Saintess Obsessively Clings to Death

I slowly shifted my gaze from the Saint to my surroundings.

Even in the dark, with the lights off, the惨烈 scene was all too clear, impossible to ignore.

Without realizing it, I tightly closed my eyes, only to feel a gentle touch on my cheek.

“…Does it hurt?”

“…Ah, a little.”

“Are you going to collapse again?”

“It’s not that bad.”

The Saint slowly caressed my cheek.

Even in the cold, dark space, her fingertips were warm.

“It’s alright. You can take a short break if it’s too difficult.”

After hesitating for a moment, I quietly took a breath.

The fact that the Saint was holding me gave me a slight sense of relief.

“No… I need to get used to this.”

Still, opening my eyes again wasn’t easy.

The sight before me felt like dragging me back into that same nightmare.

Without realizing it, I let out a deep sigh.

Then the Saint lightly moved her hand, touching my forehead.

Her small gesture seemed to calm my mind a bit.

“You’ll be fine. Definitely.”

“…Will I?”

“Yes. You can do this, Mr. Death. Still, don’t overexert yourself.”

The Saint’s whisper grazed my ear.

I slowly opened my eyes again.

“…Ah, still not easy.”

“At least it seems less difficult than before.”

“I agree with that. But it’s still not easy.”

While still looking at me with concern, the Saint smiled faintly.

The scene before me remained unchanged.

The number of suffering people didn’t decrease, and the faint groans continued.

But knowing the Saint was beside me held me up.

It was still not easy,

but I felt I could face it a little more squarely than before.

“…Thank you.”

“No, I should be the one thanking you. Really, for relying on me.”

Her voice was filled with joy.

It felt so clear that I inexplicably felt awkward.

‘…Is she this happy?’

I lightly cleared my throat and averted my eyes.

Focus.

There’s more to do here than just getting used to the gore.

I opened the Pocket Dimension and took out a sleep capsule.

Every time I shook it, the silver capsules inside the glass container produced a clear sound.

Thanks to Senior His’s consistent care, the supply was more than enough,

‘How many should I use?’

Normally, 1-2 capsules were enough.

But that was for dealing with a few people, and for only a day or two.

I’ve used these before in large-scale battles,

‘Maybe 10 generously? Or 5, since I don’t know when I’ll connect with the Underworld?’

I thought for a moment while looking at the capsules in my hand.

Since they contained the power of Lord Hypnos,

they didn’t have the side effects that drugs would have.

But the capsules were limited,

If I couldn’t find another solution before they ran out, the Saint would be stuck here again.

‘I have to use them as efficiently as possible.’

I decided to use 5 capsules first.

Less than that wouldn’t be effective, and more would be wasteful.

I silently hoped that 5 would be enough to smoothly calm everyone,

“Ah, right. Saint.”

“Hmm?”

“Would you go outside?”

“…Why? Can’t I stay here?”

I slowly shook my head.

“I’ll be going out soon as well. In the meantime, please wait right by the door. And shut the door as soon as I go out. If the power leaks out, it may reduce its effectiveness.”

“Ah, okay! Got it!”

As I watched her leave, I marked a symbol outside.

So I could leave immediately after activating the capsules.

Once at the door, she turned around and asked.

“Will you come out right away?”

“Yes. It won’t take long.”

The Saint slowly nodded.

But even standing by the door, she couldn’t hide her worried glance.

“Mr. Death, don’t overdo it.”

“Yes.”

It wasn’t exactly overdoing it,

except for the fact that my gore phobia was making a comeback with the Saint gone.

But with the Saint in front of me, I could hold on.

‘Okay, let’s start.’

I dropped the capsules quickly from my fingertips.

As the capsules slowly rotated in the air, they emitted light and gently landed on the floor.

In an instant, the air changed.

Lord Hypnos’s power spread across the Detention Center.

I felt the space itself becoming lethargic.

The groans coming from the people around began to decrease gradually.

‘This is indeed the power of a god.’

Just as I thought it was more stable than the Saint’s magic.

I focused my energy and adjusted the dispersal range.

As a result, the Saint’s power seeped more intricately into the patients.

The Detention Center interior became completely silent.

Pained cries and groans disappeared.

The calm breathing and steady movements filled the space.

‘…Success.’

I quickly stepped outside where I had engraved the mark.

Surprised by my sudden appearance, the Saint flinched and drew back.

Then, she quickly regathered and swiftly shut the door.

The Saint looked at me with concern.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes. Everything went smoothly.”

I nodded and glanced back at the door.

Now the Detention Center was truly silent.

With only quiet breathing remaining,

it finally felt like ‘peace’ could be applied to this place.

My neck was suddenly turned.

The Saint, holding my face, shook her head slightly and spoke.

“Mr. Death? You don’t look well.”

“Me? Ah…”

I definitely felt slightly worn-out.

Either it’s from battling my phobia of gore,

or maybe just from the tension easing off.

Not knowing how to explain it, I shut my mouth, but the Saint took hold of my wrist.

“Sit down first. Let’s talk after you’ve rested.”

“That’s not necessary…”

“Mr. Death.”

Though she wasn’t exactly angry,

just her calling my name felt like powerful pressure.

“…I apologize.”

“If you keep this up, I’ll start calling you Liar Mr. Death.”

“That’ll make it harder for you to call me Saint.”

As I teased her, her brows furrowed.

Then, noticing her cheeks puffing up, I smirked and poked them.

“I apologize. Then, shall we sit on the bench where we were before? We should stay nearby to monitor the situation inside the Detention Center.”

“Okay. Let’s do that.”

For some reason, the Saint released my hand and quickly headed for the bench.

When she reached it, instead of the center, she sat at the very end.

“…Huh? Is she suggesting to sit apart?”

Caught off guard by the unexpected situation, I hesitated a moment before walking toward the bench.

The Saint pointed to the center of the bench with her hand.

“Mr. Death, sit here.”

“Ah, okay.”

So she really does want to sit apart.

I absent-mindedly sat where she indicated.

Suddenly.

“…Huh?”

“How’s it feel? Comfortable?”

Startled by the sudden change in view, I was momentarily confused.

Then I suddenly remembered when I felt her hand carefully rearranging my bangs.

‘Why am I lying on the Saint’s lap?’

Trying to get up without knowing what to do,

the Saint firmly pressed her hand on my forehead.

“St, Saint!”

“It’s better lying down than sitting, right?”

“But, still…”

“…Do you not like it?”

That tone makes me unable to resist.

Groaning internally, I eventually sighed.

“…I’m sorry.”

“If you keep this up, I’ll start calling you Mr. Death the Liar.”

As I teased her back, her brows furrowed.

Then, noticing her cheeks puffing up, I smirked and poked them.

“I apologize. Then, should we sit on the bench earlier? We will need to be around to check the situation inside the detention center, after all.”

“Okay. Let’s do that.”

For some reason, the Saint quickly got up and rushed towards the bench.

But instead of sitting in the middle, she plopped down at the very end of the bench.

“…What is this? Does she want to sit separately?”

Caught off guard, I hesitated for a moment before slowly approaching the bench.

The Saint pointed to the center of the bench with her hand.

“Mr. Death, sit here.”

“Ah, okay.”

She must want to sit separately.

I thoughtlessly sat where she indicated.

Then,

“…Eh?”

“How’s it feel? Comfortable?”

I was momentarily confused by the sudden change in view.

Soon, I woke up as I felt her hand gently arranging my bangs.

“…Why am I lying on Saint’s lap?”

Trying to get up not knowing what to do,

Saint firmly pressed her hand on my forehead.

“St, Saint!”

“Just lie down. It’s better than sitting, right?”

“B-but…”

“…Do you not like it?”

That tender reproach made my resistance melt.

I groaned while conflicted and eventually sighed.

“…I apologize.”

“Okay!”

Her gentle hand swept over my forehead.

It was careful and kind, as if handling something precious and fragile.

Unable to do anything else, I lied there blankly, staring at the sky.

Tiny stars were scattered across the deep night sky.

“How’s it feel? Comfortable?”

“…Yeah, it’s comfortable, but it feels like I’ve gone blind.”

“What, blind? Why, why is your eye sore? Is something wrong? Did something happen?”

“…Because I can only see half the sky. Ow!”

Saint, who was stroking my forehead, suddenly covered my eyes with a slap.

It wasn’t too strong, but it wasn’t too weak either—just the right amount of strength.

“…If you have the energy to joke around, just lie here and relax!”

“It’s not a joke…Ow! It hurts!”

“…This is all Mr. Death’s fault!”

Even though she said that, the pressure on my eyes from her hand slightly loosened.

“Slightly suffocating… Are you planning to lower your hand any time soon?”

“……Mr. Death’s fault.”

Showing me something even more scandalous, and yet she’s embarrassed about this?

…This is confusing.

“…What did I just say?”

“Hmm?”

“About showing something more scandalous…”

…Eh?

Did I just say that out loud instead of just thinking it?

The Saint’s hand covering my eyes was taken away.

I saw her teary red face looking down at me.

“…Ser, seriously?”

“……”

“……Did you see?”

I’ve already concluded that there’s no salvaging this situation now,

but I’ve decided to pretend not to notice.

“…What are you talking about?”

“B, But… that time when… when we slept together… T, that is…”

I slyly avoided her gaze.

‘…Should I make a mark and run away?’

Saint was faster than I anticipated.

She must’ve noticed the look on my face because she started to cry.

“…Uwaaahhh─!”

“Uh… Saint?”

“…Y, You saw that, didn’t you? I knew it was that time─!”

At that moment, I decided the best course of action was to say nothing.

However, with Saint shaking me, urging me to respond–

“Uh… well… so… that… about 3 seconds?”

“Hyyyyyaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh──!”

Saint covered her face with both hands and was visibly trembling.

Even her ears were flushed a bright red.

I nervously spoke up while sweating bullets.

“N, No, I mean… it was really dark so I couldn’t make out much….”

“Aaaaaaaaaaaanh─!”

Saint’s sobbing only grew more intense.

I quickly offered my apologies.

“…I’m sorry. It was absolutely unintentional, but I happened to see it.”

“N, No, that’s not it…!”

Saint exclaimed through her tears.

“It’s fine since it’s Mr. Death… Bu, but I didn’t mean to show you like that…!”

“……What? …Hold on. What are you saying?”

Because of what the Saint said, my brain not only went blank but also started spinning.

I tried to get up but ended up collapsing back onto her lap.