“Angela.”
She was the third Saintess born through divine revelation and the youngest one.
At 17 years old, she was two years older than Saintess Lily.
However, she had already been appointed as a Saintess for over five years, making her a senior.
Her skills were unquestionable, and she possessed a level of power comparable to Saintess Mareniya.
Especially with her fiery personality, there were often misunderstandings about her…
“You need to give me your hand to heal you.”
But she had a kind heart.
‘…Kind?’
She seemed pretty unfazed receiving a severed hand, though.
Angela took the severed hand of the knight and, like applying clay, attached it to the cut area.
The knight screamed in pain, but Angela proceeded with the treatment as if she were used to it.
As light seeped in, the hand was completely reattached.
“All done. If you don’t overdo it, you’ll be fine in three days.”
“Thank you, thank you.”
“Thanks, right? Just don’t overexert yourself. You’re such a bother!”
Hmph! Angela turned around as if she finished a bothersome task.
Right in front of her was me.
“What’s up? Bi… Huh.”
“Hello, senior.”
With blue hair and blue eyes.
While everyone shared beautiful looks, Angela was a bit unique.
For one, she was quite short for her age and had her hair styled in two buns.
Above all, the mischievous expression she wore was truly memorable.
She looked cute.
“Ah! You’re the newcomer?”
“That’s right.”
“Your name is…?”
“Lily.”
“Lily. Nice! Come with me!”
“Huh?”
Suddenly?
I still had sparring and a pretty packed schedule, but Angela hurried off without a care in the world.
What should I do?
“Let’s go.”
“What about the sparring?”
“Things got a bit messy, so it’s not the best time right now. It’d be better for you to gain more knowledge as a Saintess instead.”
The Commander of Knights replied calmly, seeming genuinely okay with it.
He said he was happy just getting to attend this training session.
“…Um. Alright.”
Miya and I followed Angela.
■
Upon entering Angela’s room, we were greeted by a lavish interior.
Unlike my room, it looked luxurious at a glance, as if she had decorated it herself.
She plopped down on her bed and gestured for me to come over.
I immediately sat on a chair right in front, while Miya stood beside me.
“Nice to meet you. You heard my story, right?”
“I heard you’re the third Saintess.”
“That’s right. I’m Angela, the third Saintess of the Holy Kingdom. That’s my name.”
Angela seemed excited and began sharing various tales.
She bragged about how great she was, the feats she accomplished, and even offered that if I ever needed anything or had questions, I could always come find her.
The god was bragging about how great he is, how he’s done this and that, and even said I could come to him anytime if I needed anything or had questions.
It didn’t really seem like he was trying to look impressive but more like he was genuinely happy to have a ‘junior’ around.
I thought it was cute, so I nodded and kept listening.
“By the way, have you learned anything over the past 14 days?”
“I learned just some magic and various things.”
“What kind?”
“Um… Fireball and Lightning, you know…”
I simultaneously demonstrated the two impressed spells that made the magic professor fall back in awe.
Three magic circles unfolded differently in each hand.
Even if the professor was surprised that a student just starting to learn could use un-taught skills, it’s not that surprising for a fellow saintess…
Clink!
“…….”
“……What are you?”
Wow. I’m impressed.
What’s going on here?
■
When I broke the cup filled with sweet Choco tea, handmaidens rushed in, seemingly prepared, to attend to Angela.
They cleaned up the shattered glass and wiped off all the sticky Choco tea.
By the way, all of this was done with magic.
While the handmaidens were working, Angela looked at me with a strange expression, not lifting a finger herself.
“…Is this really all you learned in just 14 days? You’re not joking, right?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re even connecting three different magic circles. Plus, you’re doing it in different formats at the same time.”
“Right?”
I just did it and it worked!
Everyone said it was difficult, but it just worked for me.
It’s like when someone asks, “How do you walk?” and you simply respond, “I move my legs to walk.”
Saying that made Angela’s expression even more bizarre.
“Are you using multiple brains or something?”
“…Probably just one?”
“Then how can you implement that in both hands at the same time?”
“Um…”
I tilted my head.
Looking at me, Angela scrunched her face and after a moment shook her head.
“Ugh… Whatever! Talking to you makes me feel like a fool.”
“Still, casting this is a different matter. I really lack mana.”
“? Why? Aren’t you a saintess?”
“That’s right.”
“Then use holy magic.”
Swish.
A pure white light burst from Angela’s hand, and a white wave started to ripple.
So, that’s the water ball the professor talked about.
I shook my head.
“I can’t use holy magic. I don’t even understand what it is yet.”
“I still don’t really understand what it is.”
“…? That’s even harder to understand. You can simultaneously manifest two kinds of magic in the blink of an eye, but you can’t use Holy Magic?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I can’t.”
A moment of silence ensues.
I don’t understand Angela, and Angela doesn’t understand me.
She gestures wildly, trying to explain the ‘manifestation technique’ of Holy Magic, but I’m completely lost.
“Wait, why are you using that? You need to draw from the Holy power inside you!”
“No way. That.”
“Ugh! Did you read ‘Understanding Holy Magic’ or not?!”
“I did.”
“Then why don’t you get it?!”
Angela looks incredibly frustrated.
But that book—honestly, I have no idea what it’s talking about.
How is ‘manifest the Holy power within you’ a manifestation technique at all?
It’s like saying, ‘Tilt the water jug and the water spills out,’ right?
“Angela, you don’t know how I use two magics at the same time either, do you?”
“……That’s true.”
Angela, who had been spitting out evil, seemed to calm down a bit.
Then she started muttering to herself, nodding as if rationalizing.
“…Yeah. You can be outstanding in certain areas but lacking in others… I get that. So to hold back Mareniya…”
“Huh?”
“No, no. More importantly, what did you eat?”
“I was planning to eat after the duel.”
“Then let’s go together!”
■
The third Saintess, Angela, has a very talkative personality.
At just 17 years old, she has a bright outlook and talks endlessly like a girl, which helped me gather a lot of information.
First and foremost, the second Saintess, ‘Mareniya.’
Though over thirty, she maintains a youthful look, likely due to the Goddess’s blessing.
Considering the first Saintess hardly spends time in the Holy Palace, we can essentially say that Mareniya is the face of the Holy Palace.
“Mareniya gets angry at the slightest thing, you know? I mean, why does she take it out on me when she’s the one who’s been dragged around everywhere? It’s so ridiculous.”
And it seems Angela really dislikes Mareniya.
It’s not exactly a rivalry, but it feels politically contentious.
It’s like one of those workplace faction fights, and it’s making my head a bit spinny.
‘Isn’t this gonna be a big problem if I mess up?’
“It seems pretty tough.”
“Don’t even get me started. Fighting monsters, healing people, going around as a symbol of faith. It’s like being a slave. A slave! What’s up with being the Goddess’s apostle?”
“…Isn’t that a slightly controversial statement?”
“Why? Did I say something wrong? Am I wrong?!”
As Angela screamed, the Holy Knights and Priests in the restaurant flinched.
When Angela screeched, the Holy Knights and priests in the restaurant jumped.
…Come to think of it, I could’ve just eaten in my room, but I went all the way to the restaurant.
Maybe I came on purpose to show off this kind of behavior.
“Being treated as a herald of the great Goddess is no joke. Seriously, I might just quit one day!”
“…….”
“You just had a weird thought, didn’t you?”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Come on, didn’t you? If the Cardinal or the Pope hears about this, it’s going to be a mess.”
Yikes.
That stung a bit.
Why does she seem so young yet know about these things so well?
‘Is this part of the Saintess’s abilities?’
Angela twirled her roll-shaped hair with her finger and smirked.
“Don’t worry. Uncle and Grandpa can’t say anything to me.”
“…Is that so?”
“Yeah. You must have seen Uncle Bonslee. He definitely acted like a jerk, right?”
True.
He demanded ‘proof,’ and when I responded, he promised it wouldn’t happen again.
…By the way, referring to the Cardinal as ‘Uncle’ and the Pope as ‘Grandpa’—what on earth is this girl… I mean, saintess, thinking?
“That’s how it is here. We’re the Goddess’s heralds, right? But where are we? At the Holy Palace, serving the Goddess.”
Phew!
A delicious piece of cooked meat was lifted by Angela’s fork.
Nom. The meat disappeared straight into Angela’s mouth.
“As the Goddess’s assistant and a living avatar, how could anyone say anything to us? At most, they’ll just ask us to do more work.”
“…I have a question.”
“Hmm~ As expected, ogre cuisine doesn’t taste good. What’s your question?”
“Then why don’t you quit?”
Considering how she speaks, even if she wanted to quit, it seems unlikely anyone would come after her.
Besides, Angela doesn’t look very ‘devout’ like the saints I’ve seen in various media.
Yet, despite that, Angela has continued to carry out her duties, saving countless people, and has been here for over five years.
Tink. Angela set down her utensils.
“Yeah, why don’t I quit?”
“…?”
“I don’t know. I want to save people, and I’ve grown attached since I’ve been here for so long.”
Angela tossed her head back slightly.
Then, as if recalling something, she closed her eyes for a moment and smiled broadly.
“It’s just fun, you know? Being a Saintess.”
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