I Became a Childhood Friend With the Villainous Saintess - I Became a Childhood Friend With the Villainous Saintess chapter 84

84 – Guardian (3)

Six people were killed and seventeen were injured.

Among those who died was Sir Malone. It was an old knight who looked after Dalian every time I went to Baronyong.

It was a dangerous journey, and I was a companion who accepted it. Nevertheless, the death of others still left a bitter taste.

The situation was not any better for the injured.

As soon as the Baron arrived in the capital, he took everyone with him and headed to the Pantheon.

Sirien provided brief first aid, so no more people died, but there were many seriously injured people.

Mary was unable to wake up for three days due to the side effects of overusing her supernatural abilities.

Haakon was told to recuperate for at least a month due to a shoulder injury, and Galledin was told to recuperate for at least three months due to lack of health.

Among the soldiers, some even retired from the front line.

The Baron broke his bones in three places.

“Ah, Lord Razen. You are here. “Thanks to you, I survived.”

“Is it okay to walk around like that already? “I think they told me to lie down quietly at the temple.”

“You really can’t just lie down, right? Still, I keep asking everything. Although the Priest of Charity looked at me like I was crazy. Well, it’s a familiar thing, isn’t it?”

Divine power is not omnipotent.

This era is far behind in technological development.

Divine power was a miracle that surpassed even modern medicine, but that did not mean that a person’s body could be instantly healed just by going to a temple.

Should I say that the pain remains? Or should I say that the body remembers the injury.

In general, even if you were healed by divinity, you had to go through a recovery period to some extent.

It’s not impossible if you pour more power into it, but fuel efficiency was bad. Not just anyone can do it.

What this meant was that the Baron was now walking, feeling the pain of a broken bone.

His expression, disguised as composure, was subtly stiff.

“Sirien will officiate the funeral. “There’s no need to push yourself too hard.”

“No. I will definitely attend. These are my people, these are the people who died for me. “It’s shameless to just lie down in the temple like this.”

“Yes. Then I’ll go with you. “Would you like me to help you?”

“It’s okay. “I can walk alone.”

The Baron is in the wide open space of the pantheon.

I walked on my own to the place where the funeral was taking place.

When we arrived, Sirien was consecrating the dead.

The unique warmth of the divinity of rest lingered around, and the voices reciting prayers rang out calmly.

The funeral was not held informally like on the battlefield, so it lasted quite a long time.

Sirien guided the soul in a solemn manner, and the Baron watched without saying a word.

He opened his mouth again when his soul finally rested comfortably.

“Did those who passed away rest in peace?”

“Yes. All you have to do is burn the body and send it to us later.”

“Thank you. This time, I owe you in many ways. “If it weren’t for you two, I wouldn’t have been safe.”

Baron Isquente bowed his head.

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It was a gratitude that felt even more sincere because I knew how much he cared for his people.

It’s not a place where there aren’t people who are familiar with me among the dead.

In particular, I was very indebted to Lord Malone.

But more than that, we had a story to tell.

We had to clean up the ashes that Nezra had scattered.

Sirien sighed.

“There must be something to say to each other, right? “Let’s move places.”

They said they were moving, but they weren’t heading to a particularly special place.

The Baron was like a walking patient, and we had been attacked only a few hours ago.

Our destination was the room that was being used instead of the conference room at the hotel.

And it wasn’t a big thing to talk about.

The Baron slowly poured the tea.

Sirien smelled the scent slightly and then she took a sip.

Slightly frowning eyebrows. It didn’t seem that delicious.

“Actually, I was vaguely aware of it. You two must be so amazing. “If it weren’t for me, I wouldn’t have seen it as an ordinary person.”

“Nevertheless, you remained obedient. Without even knowing what’s going on behind us. “I don’t think they even did a background check.”

“Because I decided to believe it. “It was quite creepy when you asked for information control, but a guy like me has to keep his promises to avoid being hated.”

Nezra. Before the damn demon ran away, he mentioned my father.

Along with Bertus’ castle. And Sirien and I did not deny it.

Generally, the names of young children of noble families are not well known to the public.

To be specific, before the debutante took place.

Before that, only nobles who were personally acquainted with him knew a little about him.

It was a kind of unwritten rule.

Although it is not at a level where it must be treated as a top secret, it is generally not very pleasant for the family to expose a young successor.

The more great nobles had enemies, the stronger this trend was. I don’t want to take any risks.

In fact, people tend to recognize us in social circles around the age of twelve to thirteen, but we experienced the incident even before that.

That’s why Sirien and I didn’t use pseudonyms.

It was safe to say that no one knew our names unless they met us face to face at Reheim Castle.

We didn’t commit a sin, so we thought we should at least use our names proudly.

“I feel fortunate that I have never been rude to you two before. “But I didn’t know it would be this bad.”

“Hmm.”

“I think I have made a big connection that good things are good things.”

However, our last names are different.

Not to mention the Grand Duchy of Ilencia, there were few people who did not even know my last name, ‘Bertus’.

First of all, the family of Count Bertus, where I was born, did not have a fief.

Strictly speaking, it was not non-existent, but it was a land that was only nominally designated in a corner of the Grand Dukedom of Ilencia.

It’s a place my father has never been to, and neither have I.

Instead, he received a portion of the taxes collected from the Grand Dukedom of Ilencia.

My father was a knight and had only been sharpening his sword all his life, so he did not have the ability to run a fiefdom, and even if he had, he wanted to wield his sword one more time during that time.

A family with no territory and no one in particular to rule, so it is nothing but a shell.

Nevertheless, the reason Bertus was a ‘count’ was purely because of his military skills.

My father was a sword master.

People often call it the sword of Ilencia. Or a crazy dog.

Light sword. Arjen Bertus was my father’s name.

So, discovering my castle was the same as discovering Sirien’s castle.

The only person that Bertus will be loyal to is the Grand Duchy of Ilencia.

In addition, silver hair was one of the characteristics of the Grand Duchy of Ilencia.

It is not possible to link all silver hair to the Grand Duchy of Ilencia, but if the circumstances come together like this, it can be confirmed.

“Although this may not have been the time you intended, I would like to formally greet you once again. “I am Nelloa Isquente, who tends a small estate in the northern outskirts.”

“Lazen Bertus.”

“Sirien Ilencia. “I am the only direct descendant left in Ilencia now.”

“Yes?”

Pop. The Baron’s time froze.

The arm that was going up to drink tea stopped.

The expression on his face also froze for a while, and then embarrassment and fear came.

No. Probably not. Please tell me no. It seemed as if the Baron could hear an unspoken plea.

The Baron spoke faster.

“Well, what does that mean? He’s the only direct descendant. As far as I know, I heard that the Lady of Ilencia is always hanging out at Reheim Castle.”

“They say that. “I heard it too.”

“Your wife is alive now…… I understand that Young master is also studying abroad. So I just assumed that the two of you had come to gain experience on the battlefield against demons…… “

However, Sirien was steadfast.

He stared at the Baron as if telling him to continue speaking.

The Baron became increasingly despondent.

“So, I was planning to act cool and say that I would keep their identities a secret… ….”

“It’s all a lie. “In Reheim, I am a substitute who I don’t know where I picked this up from, and my brother died right before my eyes.”

The Baron became thoughtful.

He looked even paler than when he spoke about the Marquis of Eloran at the baronage a while ago.

“I’m not sure at this point, but I think both my parents passed away together. Then my mother is probably a double, right? “Currently, the traitorous Count Roxen is in power in the Grand Duchy of Ilencia.”

“You’re saying I’m a traitor, hmm.”

“There was a rebellion within the family. This is a story about when Razen and I were twelve years old. “I lost my brother there too.”

Jjorolop.

Is my throat burnt? Sirien drank tea.

I felt like my stomach was boiling for no reason, so I put a sip into her mouth.

“Do you understand why I’m telling you this?”

“It probably means help… ….”

“That’s right. As soon as this matter is resolved, I will go find my land. Rajen’s enemy. I will kill that demon, depose the Marquis of Eloran, negotiate with the imperial family, and kill all the traitors. “I need to lend a hand then.”