The Blind Saint Who Can See - Chapter 22
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#22. Open the Prince’s Head (3)
Help from Cedric or Izumi?
Absolutely not.
It was strange for a saint to come up with such a barbaric plan.
Anyway, once the brainwashing is lifted, Dior will forget most of his previous memories, and then it will be a perfect crime.
It is the path that makes everyone happy.
“Hmm… Confess.”
Meanwhile, Diold muttered something as if he was satisfied.
“That method seems refreshing in its own way. Okay, let’s see each other tonight.”
Cedric, who was actually trying to stab him next to him, seemed to be nowhere to be seen. Or maybe he was just dulled by the brainwashing.
Red eyes filled with lust stared at me earnestly. Diold flicked his tongue and turned around. The vulgar giggles faded away.
“… … .”
There’s something dark about it.
When he turned his head, Cedric, his arms full of veins, was glaring at Diold. His black eyes were vicious.
… This is a bit dangerous.
Cedric’s emotional outburst is different from that of a normal person. He is currently in an ambiguous state, half human, half demon.
The moment there is a shift in the weight that maintains the center, it will tilt uncontrollably.
There is a best way in this case.
“…oh!”
I pretended to trip over a rock.
Cedric was immediately taken by the fake blind man’s acting skills. His attitude, once sharp like a beast, softened.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, thank you.”
Blink.
Cedric’s expression is complicated as he looks at my smiling face.
“Surely you’re not really planning on going to the author’s room?”
“Why do you think not?”
I prepared some bricks too?
“… That, of course-”
He opened and closed his mouth with a look of astonishment. That was it.
“Thank you for coming to the palace in person, Your Majesty.”
The gentleman who appeared from the opposite side of Diold bowed his head.
“I am Duke Ricardo Villa, the Prime Minister of this country. On behalf of His Majesty the King, I have come to escort the Virgin to the palace. And…”
He trailed off as he looked at Diold, who was sulking like a rascal.
“Please forget what His Highness the Crown Prince said. It was all my fault as a teacher.”
I smiled softly.
“I didn’t take anything to heart. Don’t worry.”
“As expected, you are so compassionate. As expected of a saint.”
He seemed so moved that he even shed tears.
“A disciple like that… A master like that?”
Izumi muttered as she saw the combination of a devoted master and a scoundrel disciple. Judging from his expression, it seemed as if he was sympathizing with his master, Duke Villa.
But you’re wrong, Izumi.
“Okay, then everyone please come this way. I will guide you.”
Duke Biya, that guy is smiling nicely.
That guy is the real demon who made Diold a fool.
***
“Your Majesty, it has been a long time!”
When I entered the audience room, I was warmly welcomed by Edwin. The same was true for Louise, who was next to him.
“I am so touched to see the man who saved my life again.”
She came down to the top seat, came right in front of me, took my hand (or not) in my sight, and spoke to me.
“You have grown into a beautiful lady. You must have been very young back then.”
“Because it’s been 10 years.”
“Yes.”
The queen, who agreed with what I said, bit her lips while still looking at my unfocused eyes.
She didn’t say anything like, “Can’t you still see?” She seemed to be afraid of poking at the wounds.
‘It doesn’t matter.’
If it had been Lee Yuna, then I wouldn’t know. Now that I have clairvoyance skills, such sympathy is just laughable.
“But, what is the reason you suddenly came to the palace?”
I turned my head at Edwin’s question.
“The trust has been handed down.”
“Is it a trust?”
The king and queen’s eyes widen as if it is an unexpected topic.
I nodded slowly.
“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.”
A solemn and clear voice echoes through the audience room.
“It is part of the prophecy of the Lord. And the one who holds the sword that fell from the star is right there.”
My head is spinning.
Towards the empty space, slightly off course from where Izumi was.
“Your Majesty’s precious subject, Baron Polly Youngsik.”
“Shin Izumi Polli. Greetings to His Majesty the King.”
As soon as I finished my introduction, the man standing next to me immediately prostrated himself. On the other hand, Cedric stood silently behind me, like a sack of barley that had been placed there.
“I see. Mr. Polly, you may stand up.”
“yes.”
The royal couple lightly ignored Cedric. They were great royals in many ways.
“Then, your majesty, you have come to ask for permission to allow him to leave the country.”
“that’s right.”
“If it’s Your Majesty’s request, then I can do it. Hmm, but I’m a little interested in him… …May I have a private conversation with you for a moment?”
“Izumi-sama is Your Majesty’s subject. There is absolutely no need for you to ask for my permission.”
Edwin’s face brightens as he obediently responds.
“You come here.”
“yes.”
Izumi squeaked with nervousness at the King’s gesture. It was like looking at a broken tin robot.
“Then I will excuse myself first, Your Majesty.”
“Yes. Then I’ll see you again at the banquet that will be held a little later!”
Knock, knock.
When I tapped my cane, Cedric, who had been standing silently, came to me like the wind.
“I will serve you.”
hmm.
Is this the real robot?
***
Same time.
In the first constellation palace where the crown prince resides, Diold was rolling around on his bed with his eyes half-open.
“Duke Villa. Will that saint really come to my bedchamber?”
“Of course, Your Majesty. You can achieve anything you want.”
The man standing next to him bowed his head and whispered to her.
“Do you really think so?”
“Isn’t that natural? Your Majesty is the founder of this country. No one can criticize Your Majesty.”
“Hmm. Right. That’s exactly right.”
As always, Diold, intoxicated by the pleasant words he heard, got up from his bed. His body turned towards the bookshelf.
“Your Majesty, what are you doing?”
“I’m in a good mood. I’m going to do some studying that I’ve been putting off today. I’m sure Father will praise me.”
Wiggle.
Duke Villa’s eyes distorted when he heard those words.
“There is no need for that. Who will blame you if you don’t study?”
“Still, if you want to rule the country in the future, you must learn the art of ruling… … .”
“Your Majesty. Look at me.”
Diold’s head turned.
The red eye symbolizing the royal family of the country and the black eye of the Duke of Villa met.
“It has been said since ancient times that heroes do not study. So, if you feel good, why not have a drink?”
He grumbled.
“I’ll prepare a beautiful maid. Wouldn’t it be great fun to drink a bottle of vodka surrounded by those kids?”
The red eyes became cloudy.
Diold, who had been standing still for a moment like a broken toy, soon shouted excitedly as usual.
“You’re right! Bring out the women and the alcohol right now!”
“I will follow your orders, Your Majesty.”
and.
‘Hmm. So this is how it is.’
Justinas, who was watching this mess through his telescope nearby, muttered.
“I guess I need to open my head.”
“yes?”
Cedric, who was walking beside me, asked.
“What does that mean?”
“ah.”
Justinus smiled.
As always, it was an endlessly kind and comfortable smile.
“I’m just talking to myself.”