The Blind Saint Who Can See - Chapter 18
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#18. Warrior, Izumi (1)
It was a pretty lethal request.
It’s not easy to refuse when a saint who never acts childish says something like that. As expected, Cedric hesitated but reached out to me.
“… … .”
Of course I stay still.
If we just hold hands here, it will be obvious that we are just fake blind people.
I’ve been acting for about 10 years. I’m telling you, I wouldn’t fall for a trap like this.
After a while of silence, Cedric made a face of regret. He slowly took my hand.
“I will serve you.”
The hand that held mine was firm. It was a different feeling from when I touched your face.
I said with a hint of playfulness as I was carefully led by his hand.
“Your hands are cold.”
“… Ah, that. If you were offended… … .”
“They say that if your hands are cold, you have a warm heart. What do you think, Cedric?”
He opened and closed his mouth.
“I cannot agree.”
“Why?”
“I am not a good person.”
What the hell.
I left a will (or not) telling you to be a good adult. What have you been doing for the past 10 years?
… But I couldn’t say this out loud, so I just put a little more force into the hand I was holding.
And said.
“Then I guess I should be a good person from now on. Okay?”
“…yes?”
“Whether you are a good person or not is up to you to decide.”
I smiled brightly.
“Be a good person, Cedric.”
His face went blank. He looked like he had been hit in the back of the head.
“…Saint.”
“yes.”
“Actually, I, actually… … .”
Yeah. Yeah!
My eyes sparkled at the attitude that seemed like he was about to reveal a secret at any moment.
“Actually, I… … .”
Right. Good job! That’s it!
“Something I couldn’t say-”
“Saint!”
I’m sorry.
The swear words that came out unintentionally were filtered out by silence. It was the automatic filter effect of the ‘gentle tone’ that has now evolved into ‘holy tone’.
“Father Eric?”
“His Majesty is looking for you. You should hurry and go.”
I, who had been suppressing my irritation, shut my mouth after hearing the matter.
‘Zephyrus is calling.’
It was only recently that I heard the story about Cedric from him.
Of course, I thought it was the original flow, but it was quite a pain because it hit me in the back of the head.
‘… Will it work this time?’
Isn’t the timing right?
If Zephyrus brings up another topic here, I’d rather be the first to strike.
***
As I entered the room, I saw Zephyrus, who was filled with joy.
“Saint! I just heard Aether’s prophecy. This time, unlike last time, it wasn’t a vague dream.”
It was rare for him, a calm man, to get so excited. He was truly intoxicated with the honor and emotion of having heard the voice of God.
‘Is this a priest?’
It’s different from me, who only pretends to believe. It’s different from me.
But here I have to say it like this.
“Me too.”
“Are you sure?”
No, that’s a joke.
“You are the one who receives the favor of Ether!”
… Ahem.
I consoled my embarrassed heart.
“The sword that fell from the stars will seek out a man, and I appoint him as my representative and the warrior who will save the world. … That was the prophecy, wasn’t it?”
“oh my god.”
He opened his mouth.
“That’s exactly what I heard.”
… … Well, that’s because I just recited the sentences you heard in the original. It would be strange if they weren’t the same.
“But this is really difficult. He is the man who received the sword that fell from the stars. Since there was no mention of where on the continent he was, it won’t be easy to find him.”
“Oh, that makes sense.”
“Yes? Is that true?”
I nodded.
“Baron Polly of the Branch. His youngest son is the man mentioned in the prophecy.”
“Your Majesty, you know everything about me that I don’t. … So maybe my last dream wasn’t a prophecy, but just my feeling?”
No. I saw the original.
That dream… well?
It seems real, considering that ‘the black-haired man’ is Cedric.
It’s clear that the batting average of a real priest is higher than that of a fake like me.
“If you know who he is, that would be great. If he’s a branch office, he’s not too far from here, so we should send our knights to meet him.”
“no.”
I stopped Zephyrus from spouting off excited words.
“I plan to go and meet him in person.”
“Yes? From the saint herself?”
“yes.”
“but…….”
“If he is the one chosen by God, then it is only right for me to go see him.”
At my words, Zephyrus made an expression that said, ‘As expected, the saintess has a great sense of responsibility!’
Of course, my intention isn’t something grand like a sense of responsibility.
That’s it. That’s it.
‘How could I miss this opportunity?’
A protagonist loved by the world.
A hero who will save the world.
and-
‘Quest Bus Driver!’
My eyes lit up.
It’s time to go find my point generator.
***
Yuushi Izumi.
28 years old.
He, an ordinary, ordinary doctor you might find anywhere, died of acute myocardial infarction after a 48-hour all-night stay in the emergency room.
He was finally reborn-
“Congratulations, Baron! You have a healthy son.”
“Eww!”
He became the youngest son of a noble family at the bottom of another world.
“Thank you for coming to our house, Izumi. Grow up healthy.”
A caring father. A wise mother. Two affectionate older brothers.
It was a warm family. It was thanks to them that Izumi, who had been wandering since her previous life, was able to adapt to her new life in no time.
He grew up healthily, receiving much love from his family. It has already been 21 years since he was reincarnated.
Izumi, now twenty-one, lay down on a tree like a vagabond and thought.
’21 years as a *mob character in another world. Well, it’s not a bad life.’
*Mob: A new word derived from mob, referring to extra attribute characters.
His parents are kind, and his two older brothers, who are much older than him, love him very much. Since the eldest brother will continue the family line, it is okay for him to live like this as a bum for the rest of his life.
Moreover, the Barondom of Polly was infinitely peaceful. Even when the entire Terra was ravaged by a plague, it passed without a single ache.
I didn’t care at all about things like a saint appearing in the country or the prince becoming a bastard and seriously considering a female succession.
That’s something that only the world’s leading figures do. It’s not something that an inconspicuous mob like yourself can do.
Even though I thought that way… … .
‘Can I continue living like this?’
There was always an uncomfortable feeling in a corner of my heart.
The college student who was Yuushi Izumi entered medical school to save people.
The doctors in animations and dramas looked so cool. I felt a vague longing to be able to work with a sense of mission like them, and my heart raced.
However, once I got into medical school, it was really hard. It wasn’t easy getting in, but graduating was even harder.
I studied, reviewed, and took tests without a single day off, but the real thing came after graduation.
His dream of becoming a super surgeon who saves patients was shattered by reality. As a young, rookie doctor, there was not much he could do in the emergency room.
People die every day.
When a patient died, the family howled like an animal. The most frightening thing was when the child was brought in.
Children who are dying before they can even breathe. Parents who are sobbing as if they are going to burst. The guilt of not being able to save a life.
Doctors are not gods.
He was not a warrior.
I wanted to quit.
But I couldn’t dare to quit, so I worked hard and died.
When I was reborn and lost my last name, Yuushi (勇士, warrior), I was honestly happy. It wasn’t a name I particularly liked.
The only thing he cared about was his younger brother who was left alone.
“It’s okay to quit if it gets hard, Oppa. I know you can do anything.”
After my parents passed away, I lived with them, relying on them for support. When I said I wanted to become a doctor, I started working when I was twenty and silently supported their tuition.
“Anna.”
Izumi deeply regretted calling her younger brother without thinking. It was because she was overcome with a deep longing even though 21 years had passed since he was born.
Surely this life is wonderful.
Unlike before when they were poor, they are now a wealthy noble family, albeit an extra. A large mansion. A harmonious family. Peace.
Izumi Polly is tens of thousands of times happier than Yuushi Izumi.
But Izumi still missed home.
I wanted to go back.
‘It might be difficult.’
That body is dead.
With a look of resignation on his face, he looked up at the stars in the night sky.
Unlike Earth, the sky here is clear and refreshing. You can see the Milky Way and meteors pouring down anytime, anywhere.
He stretched out his hand.
It felt like I could grab the stars.
That was when.
“…uh?”
The falling meteor grew larger and larger.
He didn’t have time to dodge. In an instant, the falling meteor turned into a fireball and landed right under the tree he was standing under.
He was so startled that he jumped down from the tree.
Right next to the tree, there was a brightly glowing object firmly planted. I slowly approached it and saw that it was a sword.
“What is this?”
Izumi was shocked and grabbed the sword in her hand. Strangely enough, the sword that fell from the sky wasn’t hot at all.
Rather, it just shines brightly.
It felt like holding a star in his hand. He ran his hand over the blade with his other hand.
Holy Comet
“A meteor shower?”
It was the moment when I put into my mouth the words clearly written on the sword.
[Main Quest]
Save the world.
Progress: 0%
Reward: Return
His green eyes grew wide.