The Human Saint is Bored, so I was Summoned to Another World

Another ‘day’ dawned on me…and yet here I am, unable to get even a wink of sleep.

“…”

Well, I can’t help it; it’s because of ‘that.’

In contrast to me, the slave boy, Senshee, was sleeping soundly beside my bed on the floor. I tried to get him to sleep on the bed while I took the nearby vacant chair since I couldn’t sleep, but he refused, insisting that he rest where he was right now.

“…”

Man, that slave sure takes it easy.

I was getting nervous, you know. This was the Holy Palatial Gardens, a place where boys were hated. It’s a miracle that the guards at the gate let us pass with minimal questions and explanations earlier, and I had to lie to Jessica, asking for a little more food to feed Senshee.

Well, since he smelled so bad, I had him bathe. After that, I lent him some clothes.

Yes, I knew. I couldn’t hide this boy forever in my room; it could create misunderstandings and be unfair to Her Holiness, who’s paying for my expenses. And here I am, having the audacity to bring in another mouth to feed.

So, I plan to talk to her about Senshee.

Well, I tried to approach the Saint before sleeping time. Unfortunately, that conversation with Sir Simon took some valuable minutes away from me. So I couldn’t see Her Holiness before she retired to sleep. So, I had to leave the matter up till now.

Honestly, I didn’t know how Her Holiness would react to what I just did.

“…”

“Good day, Master!”

“Hii!” I almost fell from the bed when Senshee broke into my train of thought and cheerfully greeted me. So, he’s finally awake, huh?

“I apologize for startling you, Master,” Senshee bowed and apologized, “This slave accepts the suitable punishment you deemed just.”

“Ugh, no. It’s alright,” I answered, showing a smile so that he wouldn’t be intimidated, “I don’t plan on punishing you, nor do I have any desire to keep you as a slave.”

Senshee fell silent and just stared at me.

No, dude, don’t look at me like that. I didn’t save you to serve me; I can care for myself.

“Look here, Senshee,” I explained to him, “We’re going to talk to the human saint about your situation. But right now, you don’t have to worry much about serving me. I am releasing you from your contract, and even if you push it on me, I’ll still release you.”

“But…what will I do then?”

“Do anything you want to do, just don’t take me in as your Master.”

Senshee only stared at me for his reply. I hope this guy understood that I had already freed him.

“…”

Anyway, Her Holiness was already awake. I could see some maids going around the courtyard.

I had better hurry and finish this problem I brought to myself.

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“Oh, Kuro. Do you need something from me?” the Saint asked the moment she saw me appear in the courtyard of her palace.

“What’s up, Your Holiness?” I greeted her with a casual smile. Keep it cool.

“Well, I’m currently trying to understand this complicated Light-type spell,” she replied without removing her eyes from the book she was reading. She was in no mood to read my mind like the usual. “The king of the kingdom of Nerfes will come to have himself healed; after all, a cursed sword caused his wound in battle.”

“Oh?” Now, my interest was piqued, “Is there a war going on somewhere, Your Holiness?”

“Ah, there’s none.”

“But you said the king of this Nerfes kingdom is wounded in battle?”

“He got injured battling a wild Junki in the mountains north from here in a hunting accident,” Her Holiness explained, still not taking her eyes from what she was reading, “By the way, that cursed sword is his. His attendants say that the blade broke and bounced back to him when he tried to hit the Junki.”

“…”

I was dumbfounded. By the way, a Junki was a slow, weak slime-type monster that was a favorite children’s pet here in Chersea. Its body was so fragile that even a youngster could inflict fatal damage to it using only his fists. And to get injured by such a monster, through your sword, in such a manner too…

Is that king in his right mind?

“So anyway, Kuro,” Her Holiness’ voice brought me back to reality. “Do you need something from me?”

“Well…uh…you see, Your Holiness…” My mind had been torn apart by whether or not I should bring Senshee to Her Holiness, but in the end, I left him in my room. I told him to lock it from the inside, never to speak if someone knocked, and never let them in for as long as I was gone.

“Yeah, I approve. Just take care of him as he is your property,” she quickly answered.

At least let me speak properly, Your Holiness!

“You’re talking about the slave boy you brought before sleeping time, right?” Her Holiness broke out the topic that I was supposed to tell her, “The Marquise of Monfort already informed me about it.”

“I see… I’m sorry for not informing you immediately.” Well, at least it removed the heavy feeling in my chest.

“It’s fine, it isn’t your fault,” she replied, “Honestly, I am against the idea of my servants having slaves inside my place, but since you’re a guest, I’ll compromise.”

“But Your Holiness, I don’t plan to take him in as a slave,” now that I have the opportunity, I should bring up the ‘contract’ issue at hand, “In fact, I’m reneging on the slave contract.”

“…” the Saint stared at me. Did I say something wrong?

“Hmm…you are one interesting guy,” Her Holiness commented, “Are you sure about your decision?”

“Well, as long as it doesn’t have any harm to me or the boy, I think it’s fine with me.”

“I see…” the Saint seemed to ponder my answer, “Your slave is a boy, huh?”

“Hm? Is there anything strange about that, Your Holiness?”

“Nope, there’s none.” But I could tell there was meaning in Her Holiness’ gaze.

Uhh…I think you’re thinking of something else, Your Holiness. And you’re utterly wrong, I don’t swing that way…

“Well, at least it’s nice to hear your reassurance,” Her Holiness quipped and sighed with relief, “Or it’ll be an enormous problem if Lily or the Marquise of Monfort learn about your ‘preferences’.”

Do you seriously think I prefer boys, Your Holiness?

That’s stupid.

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Oh, I thought you already knew by now the people in this land use magic like a standard tool for everyday living. Did you need to light a fire to cook? Fire magic. Thirsty? Water magic. The heat was killing you? Wind magic. How about having a problem digging for some stuff? Earth magic. Scared of the dark? Light magic. You wanted it to be dark? Dark magic.

Pretty convenient, eh?

Unfortunately, even if I was transported here, I was still an ordinary, powerless human. Though I read all those books in the Saint’s library—memorizing some dangerous-looking spells from some weird tomes and trying out some of the less suspicious ones—there was absolutely nothing.

Not even a little spark in my hand.

Anyway, since I settled the matter about Senshee, I tried to look at what Her Holiness was reading. It was a spell book for casting a ‘healing area’—something that would be an absolute necessity if an entire party of injured people needed medical attention at a moment’s notice. From what I read, this was an ‘Advanced’ spell.

Something told me she was about to use such magic to heal that king from Nerfes. It looks like he incurred severe injuries, huh?

And that must be the reason I met Sir Simon. He must accompany the king in Arles…

Anyway, let’s get back to the spell the Saint was studying.

“Oh, if I may suggest, the principle of this circle is…” I think I quite understood the idea behind it, so I explained to the Saint what she had to do for it to work. It took us quite some time, but in the end…

“Whoa!” Her Holiness’ eyes sparkled with delight as the spell she had difficulty casting earlier was a resounding success.

“See?” I felt a little happy inside me, as if I had finally solved my problem and done something worthwhile.

The Saint joyfully laughed at her achievement. However, it was short-lived. She suddenly fell quiet as she began trying her spell, “Uh, Kuro?”

“Is there something wrong, Your Holiness?”

“It’s not exactly wrong but…” there’s a hint of uncertainty in her voice, “Are you sure what you taught me just now came from that book?”

“Hmm? Well, I tried to put in some new ideas based on what I understood, but yep, it’s the same as in the book.”

“Uh…” Her Holiness then told me, “I think this magic circle that you came up with is much more effective than the one that is written. Look! The area is larger, and once you’re inside, it felt light, yet you can immediately feel the effects,” she even stepped into the healing area to prove her point.

“Oh, uh…cool!” was all I could say. I had no idea that I had come up with something new.

Is this something supposedly amazing?

“With this, I can cast a bunch of healing spells without exhausting my mana,” she turned to me, “How d’you know all of this?”

Well, I’ve been reading about Chersea’s magic for the past few days. To cast a magic spell here, you must know the proper magic circle to activate it. Every magic circle was composed of lines. Those lines themselves had a meaning, so a minor change—such as an accidental extra line—could lead to a drastically different spell, spell strength, spell area-of-effect, or spell mana drain.

With Her Holiness, I noticed that the healing spell she was studying had extra lines that could be removed to increase its range and power. Those lines were there to prevent that type of magic from draining the user of his/her mana. However, they reduced its effects, requiring the caster to chant it repeatedly to accomplish something.

With the unnecessary lines removed, the spell theoretically increased in range and power. But now, I was concerned about the mana drain, so I thought of adding much smaller ‘mana-drain lines’ that would help keep the magic from sapping large amounts of mana from her.

It’s only my theory, but I never thought it would work.

“I see…so that’s how you solved that,” Her Holiness read my mind once again; she needed to stop that nasty habit of hers, “For someone who doesn’t have any magical affiliation, you’re something Kuro. I know granting you access to that library was the correct decision!”

“Your Holiness!” I was about to thank her when the Marquise of Monfort arrived, “The King of Nerfes humbly wishes for your audience and is waiting for you at the palace courtyard.”

“Ah, it’s time for me to go, Kuro. I wish to talk to you later if you have the time, about the slave boy you brought over and other matters about the magic circles,” the Saint smiled and thanked me for helping her.

“Okie. See you later then, Your Holiness!”

For some strange reason, Her Holiness is in an utterly good mood this time…

She even smiled at me so sweetly that I never saw it from her. It made my heart skip a beat; she looked so beautiful then.

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The Kingdom of Nerfes was a moderately sized human kingdom north of Chersea. According to the history books, it was the bastion of human defenses against the demon lord’s armies during ancient times. Since then, it formed a close relationship with the Holy Palatial Gardens, more particularly the Saints from the past.

“May I present to Your Holiness, the king of the Kingdom of Nerfes, James Walter Reed II.”

The king’s colorful banners and accompanying vassals were displayed, and trumpets were sounded when his entourage appeared. Palace guards lined up along the path leading to the dais where the Saint, flanked by the Head Maid and the Captain of the Paladin Corps, waited.

“A grand reception, huh?” Senshee commented as we watched from the window of my room, “It reminds me of the welcome my former master is being accorded to back in the Duke of Savoy’s court.”

“It looks like the ‘review of the guard’ by visiting heads of state back on Earth,” I casually said, “Pretty impressive.”

“Earth? Is that the country where you came from, Master?”

I was so surprised that I let my lips loose once again, so I spun a lie to avoid telling Senshee the truth, “It is. And please stop calling me ‘Master’, Senshee. Just refer to me as ‘Kuro’, alright?”

Senshee said nothing after that. He’s fascinated watching the colorful parade of the royals from Nerfes.

The royal party then came into our view. It was mainly composed of soldiers, probably the king of Nerfes’ guards. The monarch could be spotted easily wearing a set of shiny, gilded armor and a purple cape.

“…”

Hmm…the king of Nerfes wasn’t what I expected. When the Saint described him earlier, I thought of him as a foolish young guy or a bumbling old man.

However, this king looks like someone else…

“…”

With his bulging muscles showing even under the armor, lots of scars on his arms and face, a dominating height above any other in his entourage, an intimidating expression on his face, and a red bandana tied on his head, I’ve only thought of one man…

Rambo!

I suddenly remembered that Vietnam War action movie hero I watched on Earth. The King of Nerfes reminded me of that gun-toting, testosterone-filled guy from the shows where Americans always win against the ordinary farmers who defeated them in real life.

Anyway, I couldn’t imagine a person like him doing a clumsy thing like breaking his cursed sword on a weak-ass monster like a Junki.

“!!!”

“Kyaaa!”

Everyone’s screams filled the air.

Well, nothing serious happened. It’s just that the king tripped and fell flat on his face. As it was supposed to be, he should be uninjured; however, there’s a random stone placed conveniently in the middle of the path where the monarch was walking, and he hit his face on that. He was still fine, though, I guess…until he hit his head on a conveniently placed tree branch above him.

Where did those things come from, anyway?

“…”

Everyone relaxed when the King regained his composure and walked towards Her Holiness. Blood was trickling from his head, though. I guess I had an idea where those awful scars came from…No wonder why the Junki can damage him.

“Your Highness!” I saw another figure from behind the king breaking ranks and approaching him, “Please use this handkerchief to wipe the blood off your face.”

“Kyaaa…”

I heard another scream, this time from the maids who were watching the spectacle. Well, technically, they’re not screaming; they’re swooning. After all, that young man who came near the king of Nerfes had good looks.

It’s Sir Simon.

“Thanks, brother,” the King said as he wiped his face. Sir Simon then returned to his former spot behind his monarch. The servants and paladin guards were all ecstatic.

What? I thought you guys hate guys? Is this the famous ‘Handsome: Lover/Ugly: Rapist’ analogy? That’s just freaking unfair!

The Saint, in her dignified, holy costume and flanked by the Head Maid and the Captain of the Paladin Corps, greeted her visitors, “I bid you welcome in the Holy Palatial Gardens, king of Nerfes. If it is healing that you seek, then may I invite you inside?”

To that, King Rambo replied, “Thank you for your audience, Your Holiness—” The monarch politely bowed before the Saint, but for some unknown reason, he went all the way down the floor, smacking his face for another time.

This king is a klutz, huh?

After helping him, Lily gestured for the entourage to follow her inside the Holy Chambers’ palace. Then, I went back to reading.

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My silent time was interrupted when Senshee woke me up. I had fallen asleep with the book covering my head.

“Master, a soldier was asking for you outside your room,” he told me, pointing at the wide-open door. A member of the Paladin Corps stood at attention by the doorframe, and she paid respects upon seeing me awake.

“Her Holiness is calling for you, Mister Kuro,” she explained, “I’m here to fetch you.”

“Oh?” I was still half-asleep but dragged myself up, “What for?”

“I don’t know,” the guard shrugged, “She says that we hurry.”

“Okay. Come with me, Senshee!” I said nothing more. Deep inside, though, I wondered why she called for me.

Perhaps Her Holiness wishes to continue the magic spell talk we left hanging earlier?

The guard led us out of the guest house where I was staying and into the Holy Chambers. Senshee and I just silently followed her. It took us quite a while before we reached our destination…

“…”

If I was not mistaken, this was one of the reception rooms of the Saint’s palace. The royal guards of the king of Nerfes stood by the doors; seeing the female Palatial guard approach them, they quickly stepped aside and let us inside without questions.

“Ah, Kuro!” the Saint smiled when she saw me. Then her attention turned to the one following behind me, “And you must be Senshee?”

Senshee curtsied before Her Holiness. I also followed him, not wanting to appear arrogant or something. But Senshee, curtsy is for girls, you know?

Her Holiness laughed silently; perhaps she was reading my thoughts again?

“So this is the man who taught you a new principle in healing magic, Your Holiness?” the king of Nerfes was eyeing me from head to toe.

“Yes. He’s pretty intelligent; I’m telling you, he’s the one who fixed that magic circle for me!” Her Holiness added. Hearing her praising me made my heart jump for joy.

“I see. He looks plain, though,” I could sense an air of hostility from the king of Nerfes. This King Rambo…what do you mean by ‘plain’? If you ask me, you look like a guy who’s so jacked up on steroids!

I heard the Saint chuckle.

“Don’t be like that brother,” Sir Simon said. “This man is honorable. He was even called the ‘Hero of Arles’!”

“Hmph!” King Rambo replied defiantly. It seemed that this steroid boy didn’t believe Sir Simon’s words.

“Ah, Kuro and Senshee, so we meet again!” Sir Simon greeted us, “I’d like to give my thanks to you as the person who was used by Her Holiness to heal my brother, the king.”

“Nah, I just helped Her Holiness a little. The entire credit should go to her.”

However, Sir Simon bowed before me, “Please don’t be so modest and accept this token of gratitude from the bottom of our hearts,” he commanded one of their soldiers to give me a pouch. I could feel the heavy metals clinking inside.

“!!!”

Bewildered, I turned to the Saint, but she was busy looking at something else.

“…”

No, make that ‘someone’ else. I tried tracing where her eyes were pasted, and that intense, dreamy expression was the first I saw from her since I was summoned.

“Ah, by the way, Mister Kuro,” Sir Simon graciously asked for my attention, “Let me introduce you to my brother, the King of Nerfes, James Walter Reed II.”

Sorry, dude, I prefer to call him ‘King Rambo’. It’s much better than calling him ‘steroid boy’, right?

I heard Her Holiness laugh softly once again, and King Rambo glared at me as if he wanted to gut my stomach.

I have done nothing to you, Rambo. Please don’t stare at me too much.

“Nice to meet you,” King Rambo stood up and offered his hand for a shake.

“Thank you, Your Highness!” Of course, I’d oblige; I didn’t want to appear disrespectful. After all, Her Holiness and Sir Simon had been kind to me.

“…”

But yeah, I think the steroid-packed king of Nerfes wanted to kill me. I could tell from how he shook my hand. It’s as if he’d pull it off from my body. I turned to Her Holiness for help.

“…”

Nope, she’s still in a dream-like trance. So, I looked for Sir Simon for help instead.

“…”

He also had the same expression. And he was looking at…

Her Holiness?

Oho…now I understand. Those meaningful looks exchanged between the Second Prince of Nerfes and Her Holiness contained something for sure…

However, it’s not my right to know about it, so I’ll just leave them be.

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Twenty gold coins. I had second thoughts about accepting the generosity of the monarch of Nerfes. However, Sir Simon convinced me that refusing it would make them feel bad…

But come on, man, you already spent money to save me before!

However, I ended up accepting it. I had goosebumps while counting the coins. Though I may not know the actual value of the money that I had in my hand, I was getting the vibes that this was an enormous amount of money. Well, I wonder how much this was if converted to U.S. dollars back on Earth…

“Master Kuro!” it was Senshee; he was excited, “With that amount, you can buy a small house in Arles!”

Hmm…now that he mentioned it, Eris told me before a small property in Arles is worth 15 gold. But no, I didn’t want to buy a property in a place where I ran into trouble. Senshee’s former master seemed to be a regular there, anyway.

“…”

On another matter, there’s something else that was bothering me…

“…”

“You know guys…” I spoke, “Isn’t it a bit cramped in here? I mean, my room is too big for you guys to be sitting beside me all the time.”

I was talking to the maid Eris, who sat to my left, and Senshee, who sat to my right.

“Eris is fine with this,” she replied, “Eris was exhausted after bringing your food, and she feels relaxed when she’s with Mister Kuro.”

“I am my master’s slave, so it’s natural to be beside him all the time,” Senshee answered.

Come on, Senshee! I’m telling you, you’re already free! Besides, you’re a boy, and this will cause a big misunderstanding!

“Well, I don’t feel fine about this,” I said, breaking free from their grasp and standing up. “Senshee, you’re a free man now, so don’t cling to me like that. If you have nothing else to do, eat your food in silence. And Eris, please mind yourself a little more; you’re a girl, and I’m a boy, for god’s sake!”

“My apologies, Master.”

“Eris is sorry, Mister Kuro.”

“As long as you guys understand…” I patted their heads, “Well then, you may go around and do as you like. I’ll just do something with the money I received.”

“Yes, Master,” Senshee stepped aside and began chomping on the food Eris brought into my room.

Meanwhile, Eris accompanied me, “Are you going to do a budget, Mister Kuro?”

“I do,” I was surprised by how sharp her observation skills were.

“Want some help?”

“Nope, thanks! I think I’m fine,” I politely refused her offer.

“Mister Kuro is really intelligent, as Eris has heard, huh?” she commented as she watched me count. “She also learned that Mister Kuro made some alterations to the healing area’s magic circle and made it more efficient and effective.”

“Oh, that?” I explained to her what I had just done, how I tweaked a few lines to increase effects and efficiency, and Eris listened to me with glowing eyes of curiosity. I was not confident that I could elaborate on Eris well, but I think she understood me in the end.

“That’s odd,” she said after my explanation.

“Hm? What is?”

“Her Holiness said that the king of Nerfes would have to stay here for a few days for his wound to be cured. Usually, curses like his would require five castings of the healing spell to be healed, and it is the most severe case. And if Mister Kuro increased its efficiency and effects, it should take at least one casting or the most is four castings for it to work.”

“Hmm…you may be right,” I realized what Eris was insinuating. Still, well, I think Her Holiness’ evaluation bears weight here, “Anyway, I guess we shouldn’t look into it too much. So yeah, I’ll be budgeting the money I received from Sir Simon then.”

“Eh?” the young maid became interested once again, “Did Mister Kuro say Simon? The second prince of Nerfes?”

“Yes, he’s the one who gave these coins to me,” I answered. “Didn’t you see him when they arrived?”

“Eris is busy fixing Her Holiness’ bedsheets, so she didn’t see them come.”

“Oh…”

“So that’s how it is!” Eris clapped her hands; it seemed she had finally understood something, “Although Eris is not supposed to know this Her Holiness has been in love with Prince Simon for a long time now.”

Ahh…so that’s what is behind those meaningful stares being exchanged between them.

“Of course, it’s a secret. But almost every servant in the Holy Palatial Gardens knew of it.”

Haha…talk about having an ‘open secret’.

“However, there’s a problem with their relationship.”

“Which is?”

“Her Holiness tries her best to keep her feelings at bay,” Eris shook her head, “She’s so dutiful in her responsibilities as a saint that she wants to avoid getting too close to the royal families of the human kingdoms, or tragic consequences could follow.”

True. Having a powerful being allied with your country would attract the jealousy and anger of the others. Ahh…politics doing its usual stuff, I guess.

“…”

Even so, when I thought about it, Her Holiness was a human girl—being a saint and her duties set aside. Of course, it wasn’t strange that she’d want someone who’d make her heart flutter.

Damn, that’s one pretty fucked up situation.

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A little while after I finished my budget and some other matters, I decided to breathe in some fresh air, so I got up and went around the palatial grounds to clear my head.

It’s pretty quiet around this time since it’s supposed to be ‘night’—when the Holy Palatial Gardens’ residents were sleeping. I encountered a few patrolling guards along the way, but I had my tranquil ‘evening’ walk aside from them.

I knew I’d said this before, but then again, I couldn’t help but wonder how big this place was. Compared to my old home, this was an entirely different world…

Well, this is another world.

“…”

Haa…I missed that place.

“Oh, it’s Kuro!”

“!!!”

I was surprised to hear a familiar voice some distance away. I turned around and saw Her Holiness standing beside a magnificent fountain with a small paintbrush and something resembling a canvas.

“Your Holiness!” my voice couldn’t hide my surprise. “I thought you were sleeping now!”

The Saint laughed softly, “Well, I should be. But be quiet, please, or I’ll get a scolding from Lily.”

“Err…sure,” I went over to see what she’s been doing, “I didn’t know you’re a painter of sorts.”

“I was trained to do art before I became a Saint,” she explained as she began her first strokes. “It’s part of the aristocratic education I received from my house.”

“I see…” I nodded in agreement. Looking around her ‘study’ canvasses, it seemed her training wasn’t just for a show. I mean, she painted some lovely portraits of people…

Is this King Rambo?

“It is. I’m planning to give these paintings to them as a gift while they are here,” Her Holiness proudly explained. Of course, it’s normal; I mean, it wouldn’t be strange if you’re proud of something that you did wholeheartedly.

“I like the combination of colors that you put in this one,” I commented, admiring the piece that she did, “And the subtle play of the light and shadow improves King Rambo’s appearance I didn’t recognize him at first!”

“I can’t blame you! Nowadays, he’s so grim and serious, a far cry from his weak, crybaby younger self,” the Saint laughed, “By the way, his name is James.”

“Sorry about it, Your Holiness!”

“Ah, don’t mention it. That muscle-head is protective if it comes to me, but I still can’t tolerate the way he treats other men, especially when they are around me.”

“…”

Hmm…if I follow the logic of various anime and manga I’ve read, it sounds like something romantic is going on with King Rambo and the Saint…

“A-ahem…” My thoughts dissipated when Her Holiness cleared her throat; I also noticed her slightly blushing.

Perhaps I shouldn’t think of matters that do not concern me.

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Anyway, should I continue on my way?

“…”

I got up from where I was sitting and was about to leave when Her Holiness grabbed my shirt.

“You’re going now?”

“Well, if I may take leave, Your Holiness?” I replied, “I wouldn’t want to disturb you while you’re painting…”

“I do not mind your presence.”

“Oh…”

“Really,” Her Holiness continued as she slapped her brush against the canvas with vigor, “I wanted to hear your feedback on this work I’m doing, if you have time to accompany me. Those comments you gave to me earlier tell me you have an eye for this kind of stuff.”

It’s my turn to laugh, “Haha! More like an eye, I’d say I taught art before, in my old work.”

“I see…” Her Holiness looked at me with admiration.

“Yep. And I could tell, that work you’re currently doing is for someone close to you.”

“…” The Saint fell silent, and her face was red. She asked, “W-What made you say that?”

“Well, it is written all over your face. That amount of seriousness and focus you’re giving off is different,” I explained. “Besides, you even asked me to stay so I could immediately give feedback to your work as it progresses. These prove how important to you that painting is…”

And frankly, I can tell it’ll be the portrait of Sir Simon. Aside from the information I learned from Eris, one look at those shapes, and it’s him.

“…”

Oh crap, I shouldn’t have thought of that—

“I-I-I-I’m j-j-just making s-s-s-sure it’ll b-be a g-good artwork o-of mine,” Her Holiness was already panicking. Fortunately, her mind was in total disarray; she had forgotten to read my entire mind.

“Don’t worry, Your Holiness,” I tapped on her shoulder, “If it’s you, I know it’d be good.”

“It is?” Her Holiness sheepishly asked, kind of different from her usual conceited self.

“Yep, you’re the Saint, the greatest in all of Chersea!”

“Hah! I indeed am! Just watch me!” She tried to sound confident, but I could tell that Her Holiness was just bringing up a brave front.

Haaaa…love makes people stupid…