The Blind Saint Who Can See - Chapter 24
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#24. Open the Prince’s Head (5)
I’m feeling dizzy.
I couldn’t stand it any longer so I stopped him.
“Both of you, stop it.”
“But, Saint.”
“Your Highness, Lord Cedric came from the Western Continent to escort me. He is not used to the Eastern Continent’s etiquette, so please forgive his rudeness.”
Liliana’s eyes flinched when she heard what I said.
“… Well. Of course, I heard that there is no caste system in the Western Continent. It seems like they don’t know how to treat royalty.”
They say you can’t spit in a smiling face.
Liliana spoke with a much more subdued expression. Cedric, on the other hand, still looked dissatisfied.
“And you too, Cedric. Please follow the etiquette of the branch office.”
“…All right.”
But now that I say this, I can’t help but sigh. I let out a sigh inside.
‘How on earth do you get this ragtag bunch together?’
Even in the original, Liliana and Cedric fought like dogs all the time. This is because their ways of thinking are so different.
Liliana, who has lived a noble life at the top of the status pyramid.
In her eyes, Cedric, who came from another continent, and from Kieto, which was called the continent’s garbage dump, was nothing more or less than a petty, rampaging brat.
Cedric, in his own way, evaluates Liliana as an empty-headed woman steeped in a sense of superiority.
For Kieto, who grew up in a country and principality where rulers were elected by the people, a royal family that ruled the country for life with only one bloodline would have seemed unsightly.
It’s inevitable that our relationship will be bad.
‘It’s not a problem that can be solved right away.’
It’s not right to take sides. I stepped back.
Okay then.
Bam.
Something touched my back. I turned my gaze slightly and saw shiny blond hair.
“Oh, my. It would be a shame for a beautiful lady to wander around alone.”
“Diold!”
Liliana, who was confronting Cedric, quickly shouted.
Her pretty face became distorted.
“Get your hands off the saint.”
“hmm?”
He tilted his head.
“I just plan to go to confession with the saint today.”
“Don’t make me laugh. Do you think I can trust you?”
“What if you don’t believe me?”
Arsenic appeared at the corner of Diold’s mouth. It was an expression that looked surprisingly mean.
“Do you dare to speak against your brother, Liliana? A member of the royal family of the land, who doesn’t even know how to use a single spell properly?”
Liliana shut her mouth, looking hurt by the sharp words and actions.
A royal who doesn’t know how to properly use magic.
It was a title that completely shattered Liliana’s pride as a royal. Her clenched fist trembled.
And Cedric… … .
“Saint.”
Can I beat that guy up once?
– He was whispering, condensing it into one word. I pretended not to hear him and held his hand tightly.
“You said you wanted to go to confession.”
“Haona,”
“Everyone has the right to confess to God.”
“I will follow you.”
“No.”
I smiled faintly.
“Confession is a secret between only two people: the priest and the believer.”
***
“What do you have to confess to me?”
“First, follow me to my bedroom. Isn’t confession something that should be done ‘alone’ in a closed space?”
Dior answered my question with a snicker.
That’s true.
The expression is a bit… awkward, that’s why.
‘He looks like the male protagonist of a Japanese night game.’
A powerful man and a pure white saint.
Even the saint believes the lustful prince’s words that he is going to confession and innocently enters his bedroom.
If it were a game, the user would probably just press the skip button at this point. They would want to skip the useless dialogue and quickly see the important CG.
Blonde punk… Pure white saint… .
Huh? Is it good?
“Come in here. I will whisper my confession to you myself.”
“all right.”
After whetting my appetite, I obediently entered Diold’s bedroom.
The inside was cleaner than I thought.
A soft-looking bed and rug. A fireplace with a warm fire burning. Next to the bed was a neat and luxurious-looking wooden table and tea table.
But what caught my attention the most was the bookshelf that filled one wall. My eyes were entranced as I scanned the entire book.
‘Major textbook! Major textbook is new!’
The temple was filled with rare and hard-to-find magic books arranged in series. My breathing became ragged as I looked at the prince’s collection.
‘I want it…!’
Just thinking about studying with that thick book makes me excited.
Hey, can’t you just give me one?
It won’t work, right?
“Then let’s lie down on the bed first.”
I chewed on Diold’s words lightly and then let go of my luck.
“I…….”
“Huh? What is it?”
“Are there a lot of books in your room?”
He paused.
“How did you know that?”
“It smells like books.”
“…Do you like books?”
Red eyes blink.
When I nodded, he asked as if he was really curious.
“You’re blind and can’t read. Why do you like it?”
“I can read it.”
“really?”
His face became pure.
Diold, who had been acting like a punk just a moment ago, looked a little excited and handed me one of the textbooks on the shelf. He personally sat me down on the bed and gave me an order.
“Just read it.”
“Introduction to Geology. … I’ve read it before. It’s not very accurate, though.”
“You don’t think that’s accurate information? Why would you think that? That book is a comprehensive theoretical book written by the local wizards on the continent’s geology. It can’t be wrong.”
“Well… … This book describes that there is an endless expanse of cold land beneath the continent. But the ground beneath is actually hot.”
“It’s hot? Why? What’s your evidence?”
“…hmm.”
But why is this kid like this?
‘Have you been brainwashed?’
What if I become a student who asks questions to the teaching assistant?
I felt strange as I recalled my memories of taking questions from students and grading their exams during my graduate school days.
That was when.
“… Ugh!”
The once bright eyes became clouded again. Diold, his red eyes shining like a frozen fish, reached out to me.
“Haha. Now listen to the confession.”
“yes?”
“Just pretending to be innocent.”
Slap.
My body falls backwards.
Diold, dressed in red, overlapped me in white. He climbed onto my stomach and slowly placed one hand on my neck.
“Wait a minute, your Majesty…!”
“Even your neck is white. You’re beautiful.”
Kwuk.
The grip on my neck tightens.
There is no pain, but the airway is blocked and breathing is difficult. Diold mutters with a sly grin as he closes one eye and frowns.
“It’s perfect for my government. Isn’t it?”
This is true.
The brainwashing effect is clear once you get used to it.
‘I guess I just came to my senses because of academic curiosity.’
It must be the original personality that was not fully put to sleep by brainwashing that momentarily emerged.
My eyes narrowed.
‘clairvoyance.’
In my unobstructed view, I see my textbook right next to my hand. I feel around the bed and grab the book with one hand.
However, I will never forget the performance of the saint who was choked and panicked.
“Keuk, ugh. Hey, don’t do that.”
“Don’t worry. You’ll have fun too.”
And just before he kissed me.
“First of all, a kiss-”
puck!
I hit Diold’s spine with the textbook I was holding.
The reason it’s the spine is because it’s more effective there. It paralyzes the nerve cell bodies and axons in the gray matter inside the spinal cord.
“Ugh!”
As expected.
Diold let out a single scream and fell on top of me. He stumbled a few times and foamed at the mouth.
Wow, a textbook! Better than bricks!
‘This is easy enough.’
I have been seeing sick people up close for a full 10 years.
You can tell with your eyes closed where you have to hit someone to paralyze them.
I slowly pulled myself out of Diold’s embrace. Diold, who still had some strength left, was squirming.
“What the heck is this-”
“Take a nap.”
puck!
Gulp.
Another blow to the head silences the creature.
“Okay. Perfect.”
Now all I have to do is open my head.
I took advantage of his unconsciousness to hit Dior’s head a few more times. He flinched in pain.
Push. Pong pong pong.
‘Oh. It came out well.’
After cracking the head open, the only thing left to do is get the bug out.
I rummaged through my hair with my fingers and soon found a larva about 5cm long. It broke when I held it in my hand.
‘Brainwashing is solved with this.’
All that remains is treatment.
“May God bless you.”
Let’s put our hands together and pray. Diold’s wounds will be completely healed. At the same time, his vision will start to spin.
‘Ugh.’
Unlike area healing, full healing does not transfer trauma. It only causes intense phantom pain and some internal damage to the healed area.
My head is shaking, perhaps because of the treatment for my broken skull. My body falls down in painless dizziness.
“…Huh? What’s going on?”
On the other hand, Diold, who had been lying down, got up. He picked up the textbook next to him with a dumbfounded look on his face.
“Why am I in bed… GASP!”
His eyes widened when he saw me.
at the same time.
“Diold!”
“Your Majesty, are you okay…!”
Liliana and Cedric burst through the door in a hurry.
“Your Majesty…?”
And the two saw.
Bloody textbook. (Diold’s) blood on the saint’s head. A scoundrel prince holding the textbook tightly in his hand.
“Huh? Liliana? Who’s the man next to you-”
“Die. You piece of trash.”
“Ugh!”
Cedric’s fist struck Diold straight down.
… Diold was wronged.