The Blind Saint Who Can See - Chapter 31
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#31. Blue Sky, Spring (2)
‘When did that happen?’
Both Justinas and Cedric have worn-out hoods pulled down over their heads.
Besides, Cedric was escorting her while making as few sounds as possible so that no one could track her.
There’s no way I wouldn’t feel the presence of such an ordinary-looking woman.
“Step back.”
Cedric stood in front of Justinas and spoke coldly.
“If you don’t, I’ll kill you.”
The reason he didn’t kill her right away was purely out of consideration for Justinas.
Even if I can’t see ahead, I can’t hide the smell of blood when I kill someone.
“Cedric, what’s the situation?”
“She’s a suspicious woman. Judging from the way she followed me, she could be an assassin sent by the opposing forces… … .”
“no!”
His words were cut off in vain.
“I have been wandering the streets ever since I heard that the saint had visited the capital. My brother is in critical condition, but the doctors are of no help, and my brother and I cannot cross the border without permission.”
The shouting voice was desperate.
The thin knuckles that held the hem of her clothes trembled pitifully. Despite her dirty attire, her beauty with pink hair like a single flower was so beautiful that it touched the heartstrings. If it weren’t for Cedric, who was taking care of a woman, I would have sighed without thinking.
“If you want to receive silver from the Saintess, you must formally request a visit to the palace. I do not accept requests of this kind.”
“but…!”
“Just a moment, Cedric.”
Cedric flinched.
Knock, knock.
Justinas, who had been standing behind the rest of the time, moved his cane and started walking.
Cedric’s expression showed confusion as he could not touch that delicate body. He said.
“No.”
“How could I, an apostle of Aether, ignore someone who asks for help like this?”
The tone was soft but firm.
At that moment, Cedric gave up. He realized that no words could convince Justinas.
It wouldn’t have been difficult to drag her to a safe place by force, but I couldn’t dare do it.
“…All right.”
A smile crossed Justinas’ face as he reluctantly answered.
It was a smile that had not changed at all since he was young, even after ten years, and that always stirred his heart.
“Thank you, Saint!”
“Where is your younger brother?”
“This way!”
The pink-haired woman grabbed Justinas’ hand and led him away. Cedric struggled to calm his bubbling stomach.
‘Hold on, hold on.’
I could almost imagine what kind of scolding I would get from Justinas if I had just struck that woman’s wrist.
The back of Justinas, walking with the woman, overlapped with that of a young girl.
“You shouldn’t be rude to your friends. They don’t like that.”
Justinus behaved like a master who tames even a ferocious dog.
The funny thing is, even though she was smiling the whole time, it felt like she was being given a stern discipline.
Even that… I didn’t hate it at all.
‘… If someone else acted like that, I would kill them.’
Shadow Paradise was known to run all sorts of errands, but his first mission was mass slaughter.
If there are no witnesses, then it is an assassination. The explosion in the bustling commercial district of Hwaguk became the occasion to inform the public about the dark organization from Kieto.
The Shadow Organization was a notorious assassination agency. It was hard to understand why the Pope would entrust a job to someone called the Mad Dog.
“Thank you very much, Saint. Just a little more walking.”
“Let’s hurry.”
“yes!”
Cedric followed closely behind the two, still keeping his guard up. He kept his hands on the scabbard at his waist, tense as if he was preparing for any unexpected situation.
‘I can’t take my eyes off it until the end.’
Justinas is fragile.
Although he is a man with a great heart that anyone can respect, isn’t his physical ability different from that?
Even if it was an ordinary woman, it would be worrisome, but Justinas couldn’t even see ahead. Cedric, who had her in mind, couldn’t help but feel anxious.
“This is the house!”
The pink-haired woman walked down the alley for quite some time before pointing to a shabby house. Cedric naturally followed Justinas.
“Both of you, come in quickly!”
Until Justinas, who was standing right in front of the door following the woman, spoke first.
“Just a moment, Cedric.”
“yes.”
He felt somehow uneasy.
“Cedric, can you wait outside?”
“what…….”
Cedric answered with a puzzled expression at the request that was not at all different from what he had expected.
“That can’t be.”
“It will only take a moment. If Cedric comes, the sick child might be startled, and that would interfere with the treatment.”
“Saint.”
“Please, can you listen to me?”
Cedric’s lips hardened as his face got closer in an instant. His hot breath escaped from his pounding heart.
“No… … .”
“thank you.”
Smile.
The smile that appeared right in front of his nose made his head spin. This time, Cedric couldn’t defeat Justinas.
“I’ll be waiting right outside the door. If anything happens, I’ll come right in.”
“That’s enough.”
***
“Please be careful.”
One day, he narrowed his eyes at the man who was meekly backing down at Justinas’ words.
‘I never thought things would be resolved this easily.’
Originally, I had planned to be alone with the saintess. So before going in, I was planning to ask the man to wait a moment because his younger brother might be surprised, but it just so happened that the saintess made the suggestion first.
Pink eyes swept over the large man.
‘I was flustered because I never thought a half-breed from the Demon Tribe would volunteer to be the saint’s escort.’
Black hair and black eyes.
The pitch-black darkness that humans can never experience is the symbol of the demon race.
However, this fact was not properly known.
The reason is that first of all, the black color is inherited through generations, and even those who are close to humans are often born with that color – in fact, even those who are close to humans are often born with that color.
Secondly, it was because the term ‘demons’ was equated to monsters that had lost their intelligence and reason to people living in the present age.
There are six major classes of demons.
First, the Demon King.
Second, the high-ranking demons that make up the Four Heavenly Kings.
Third, the upper-level demons.
Fourth, intermediate level demons.
Fifth, the lower-level demons.
Sixth, the demons.
The lower classes are completely subordinate to the upper classes, and this is absolute.
Unlike modern humans who belong to a physical body, the Demons belong to the non-physical law called ‘magic power’. They maintain their intelligence and self through magic power, so they inevitably fear the mother body (higher being) that can retrieve their magic power at any time. This is because to the Demons, magic power is their soul and themselves.
The ones who can make themselves look no different from humans are the mid-level or higher demons, but the peaceful humans treat them as legendary beings. It was inevitable, since even the low-level demons with dim intelligence needed elite knights to come forward.
The intermediate and higher level demons are overwhelming beings. The power of Haru Bonshin, one of the Four Heavenly Kings, goes without saying.
“Please wait a moment, Saintess. I will go check on my brother first.”
“yes.”
It’s not even a big deal to press that one stupid woman.
‘You’re still a child.’
Of course, since he is a saint chosen by God, we cannot look down on him.
It was natural for her, who had lived for hundreds of years, to see a saint who had barely turned twenty as a wet baby. Furthermore, unlike the saints in legend, the current saint was a hothouse flower who had never experienced a war.
‘So that’s why you followed someone you didn’t know so easily.’
Without even knowing what their intentions were.
One day, I checked the magic circle technique that I had already prepared in the empty house. If I just put the saintess inside it, I could instantly kidnap her soul to the mental world where my true self is located.
In that state, if only we could figure out how the adults and the damned Lord are connected… … .
“excuse me.”
Haru’s thoughts were momentarily interrupted by the saint’s remark. She nodded coolly, then realized her mistake and said very kindly, “Please speak comfortably.”
“So what are you going to do, Changcheon?”
…until the saint opened her mouth.