Raising the Saint of the Evil God in the Novel - Raising the Saint of the Evil God in the Novel chapter 17

17 – Chapter 17

“You did a good job today, lady.”

“…”

When Sir Draffin’s workout is over and he is taking care of an exhausted young lady, he sees Lord Draffin beckoning from the other side.

“My lady, I’ll be back for a while.”

After talking to the lady, as I approach Lord Draffin, he starts talking to me in a low voice.

“…What a trick, eh.”

“What do you mean?”

“There is no way you could show such a sloppy posture. No matter what anyone says, you are the one I acknowledge.”

“I got along, but I’ll have to tell you what the heck it was.”

A fragment of anger, different from the forced anger from before, is directed at me.

“…Can I ask what you think about that child?”

“It was disgusting.”

“It must have been the first time I saw it. How was it from the middle?”

“…I couldn’t believe it. That that child is a saint of that disgusting church.”

“Yes, I just wanted to let you know.”

In the first place, exercise worked as a pretext for meeting, not a tool to gain favor.

Sir Draffin is not a person who can be fooled or conciliated with such shallow moves.

That’s why he had no choice but to collide with the straight attack method.

Deliberately going to his time zone and blatantly exposing strangeness.

But the results were not so good.

“So what are you trying to do? Are you going to rebel against the head of the household?”

“No. Like I said, I just wanted to let you know.”

“…Ah. Not one piece of advice Don’t stick to it any more.”

“…”

“Regardless of that child’s personality or good or evil, that child holds the title of saint of the church. Harming that child could mean great damage to the church.”

Perhaps it’s because I’ve been with the family head for quite some time, my hatred for the church is quite deeply rooted.

It must be difficult to separate the church from the young lady.

“…I will keep that in mind.”

“Yes. After reporting to the head of household… I’ll go over it just once. I don’t want you to die either.”

“Thank you…”

Lord Draffin’s appeasement seems to have failed, but it is not without gains.

Not reporting to the Lord means the same thing as saying he will turn a blind eye to what I am doing.

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“My lady, are you okay now?”

“Whoa… Yes. To some extent.”

“You must have had a hard time.”

“Of course! If that, that hellish thing is called exercise, then I will live with lack of exercise!”

I’m sorry, but I can’t.

Because full-fledged combat training is possible only when you exercise every day and have basic physical strength.

However, the young lady might start a fight if I kept telling her what she said.

“Don’t worry. For the time being, I will do high-intensity exercise and slowly reduce the intensity.”

The young lady slightly frowned at her words for the time being, but then nodded as if she understood.

Then I heard something ringing.

-Kororok…

Looking at the source of the sound, a young lady with a blushing face was covering her stomach.

“Then, would you like to go eat soon?”

“Yes, yes!”

As usual, when I am heading to a restaurant with a lady who follows me like a duckling, I feel eyes from somewhere.

Looking at the place where the gaze flies to the scene reflected in the window, there is a group of servants hiding there, watching the young lady.

‘Maybe I can start soon.’

Now, when users’ curiosity is at its peak, it is the most important thing.

If you do well, you might be able to change the image of the lady in them 180 degrees.

I glanced at the lady and saw that she was staring out the window with an expression like a cat basking in the sun.

As I deliberately stopped suddenly, the lady made a small sound and bumped into me.

“Ako… I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay. Would you like to go outside to the garden after eating?”

“Is that okay?”

In an instant, the young lady’s expression brightens.

I wanted to go to the garden the other day, but I couldn’t because I was stuck in the library, so it’s understandable that I like it so much.

“Yes. Then, after eating, I will guide you through the garden.”

“Yes!”

How many times did he have to move his legs again after such a conversation, a muffled sound resonated from the hallway where the servants were hiding.

Anyway, the topic seems to have been enough.

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“Today was delicious too! Especially the second dish was very good!”

“hahahaha… Thank you.”

Why does a lady’s personality change when she puts food in her mouth?

After the lady’s speech on the greatness of food was over, she was finally able to go outside.

“My lady, stop by the room and change her clothes before she goes out.”

“Ah, I’d definitely like to do that.”

Currently comfortable everyday wear is good, but it is not the best attire to give a good impression.

Soon, she was thinking of the best outfit for her as she watched the young lady happily following me, unaware of her future, and arrived at the young lady’s room before she knew it.

As soon as she gets to her room, she runs to the closet and takes out random clothes.

Without blocking it, turn the small handle on the door and close the door to lock it.

-Dalkak

I wonder if the lady heard the sound of the door locking, so she looked this way in surprise.

“Door, why are you locking the door?”

I didn’t answer that and slowly approached the lady.

“Why, why are you coming!”

“No! I don’t want to be a dress-up doll again!”

Anyway, the lady should know that the prey’s clumsy resistance only boosts the hunter’s morale.

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“My lady, it’s done.”

Today’s concept is spring.

Accordingly, she put on a light one-piece dress and tied her long hair together and finished it with a flower-shaped decoration.

It seems as if the word pure white was created for a young lady.

“My lady?”

“Yes…”

It was the same last time, but this time it looks like it’s half lost.

Still, this time it ended very quickly.

“My dear, are you not going to the garden?”

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“Ah! Garden! Let’s go!”

At the word garden, he jumped up and regained his energy.

Is a garden that good?

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I forgot to go to the garden because of the harsh dressing hell.

Yeah, we decided to go to the garden.

The garden seen through the window was the first thing I saw.

Green trees and grasses are well-arranged to create uniformity, and flowers show off various colors.

And even the people who manage it.

It was only natural that her eyes were taken away by that unusual and beautiful figure.

If there was a window in the room, I might have been staring at the window every day.

I just envy Ea-san who was able to enjoy these things from the beginning.

“Let’s go!”

I rushed out of my seat and tried to open the door, but the locked door wouldn’t open.

As she was stomping her feet like that, Mr. Ea came over and opened the door with the key.

-Dalkak

With a sound similar to when it is locked, I leave behind the open door and follow Ea to the garden.

At the same time, the garden seen through the window does not let go of my eyes.

The fact that I can go to that space soon keeps tickling my legs.

Is it because of the mood that Mr. Ea seems to be walking slowly today?

How many times had I walked so anxiously, Ms. Ea opened a door.

Then sunlight poured through the door.

“Sir…”

My whole body tingles from the sudden sunlight.

But that’s for a while, and soon after it calms down, the scene that I only saw through the window spreads out in front of me.

In addition, the smell of flowers and grass that tickled my nose was very refreshing, so I felt good.

“Then where would you like to go?”

“Ah! Over there, I want to see the flowers over there!”

Look at the red flowers on the other side!

The flowers, reminiscent of the decorations of sacrificial clothes, bloom profusely and show off their colors and scents.

The flowers planted, starting with red and gradually changing color, showed how much effort the servants put into this place.

The center of the flowers, which arrived holding Ea’s hand with her eyes fixed on the flowers, was a place that could not be expressed in words as beautiful.

When viewed from the center, the direction and density of the flowers were calculated and planted one by one, creating an unrealistic beauty.

The dizzying smell of flowers made this unreal scene even more unreal.

Perhaps the courage given by that unrealism, humming begins to flow from my mouth.

A melody that would never come out of your mouth normally.

It’s the only song I remember from a long time ago, when I wasn’t a saint.

“Hmm~ Umm~ Hmm~”

The body sways freely and moves in time with the song.

But I didn’t hate it so much, I was moving my body like that under the blazing sun.