“It’s not my main field, so I won’t be of much help. Moreover, healing sorcery cannot restore wounds that are already injured, you see. Unless it’s for prevention.”
“This is… what should we do?”
Perplexed, I was answered by Zero instead.
“What to do. You’re here. The awakened saint.”
“Can I heal too?”
“Of course. By incorporating the more advanced holy power into your body like a weapon, you were able to deal with Kirei or similar insects. Healing should be possible if you just wish for it, right?”
If I wish for it, it will be granted.
In response to Zero’s words, I involuntarily clasped my hands together, as if in prayer.
‘Please let my injured comrades rise from their places as if nothing happened.’
In unfortunate moments, I always sought God.
However, at those times, I received no response. Perhaps it was only natural. If everything were to happen as desired, it would be an unreasonable world.
Even in a world with gods, this was a place where they could not significantly interfere with humans. It was not much different from where I came from.
Doubts were only natural.
‘Will this work?’
Even if I were to call myself a saint, even if I had awakened… Could I perform something akin to a miracle?
Flash.
As if trying to prove my doubts, an enormous light spewed out from me as I prayed, then disappeared.
When I opened my eyes, my other comrades had all returned in good shape, without a single scratch.
They, too, looked at their bodies and limbs in amazement.
“This, this is…”
“Seems like the power of a true awakened saint.”
“I don’t feel any pain at all, Duke!”
“Fortunately, there are no signs of turning into zombies. Maybe because we didn’t die. Kirei’s magic doesn’t seem to have had any effect.”
Ruth, Mihael, Benedict, and Aston were all unharmed. Although torn clothing from the battle was not restored, they were brimming with vitality.
“Everyone is okay… I’m so relieved.”
I felt like tears would well up. I hadn’t felt these emotions even when fighting zombies. I was truly grateful to be able to save the lives of those who had faced life and death with me.
“Congratulations on becoming a real saint!”
“…Yeah. Zero. Thank you too.”
As the crisis ended, I could finally take a breath.
“Haah.”
My legs gave out, and I collapsed on the messy corridor floor. The other party members were the same.
“This… Even though our bodies have recovered, there’s nothing we can do about the mental fatigue.”
“I agree, magician.”
“I’m tired. I want to sleep.”
“At least we should go to our rooms to sleep… But I feel the same way.”
Sheri and Jacqueline scolded us as we slumped down.
“My goodness, everyone. You shouldn’t sleep here.”
“If you sleep here, you’ll catch a cold. Come on, let’s get up and go back down to the first floor. We still have unfinished business with Tirium in the reception room, don’t we?”
“Ah.”
It was a story that dispelled the drowsiness. I rubbed my eyes and finally managed to stand up.
‘Right. We planned to gather information by talking to the sorcerer who came from Quina as one of the quests.’
Originally, it was supposed to call for the identity of the unidentified culprit, but unexpectedly, through Siena, we found out that Kirei Warei was the real culprit, so we had to change our course.
I lifted the party members, who were groaning, to their feet and headed back to the reception room.
“I’ll ask straightforwardly. Do you know a person named Kirei Warei, Tirium?”
Quina is a closed-off country. Tiryum, freely traveling between Quina and Kalladia, seemed to be an unusual figure. In Kalladia, where magic is rejected, she must be very rare, perhaps even a high-ranking mage. If it’s her, maybe she has connections with mages hiding in the empire.
‘Maybe she even has a connection with Kirei Warei.’
Even if that’s not the case, I thought that if she had a relationship with the person who taught magic to Kirei, I could extract information.
Tiryum looked at my expression intently and chuckled.
“You seem to be in a hurry, Lady of this land.”
“… Just call me Duke. Tiryum. I never get used to being called a lady, no matter how many times.”
“Hmm. Why is that, even though you are a noble?”
“I’m just an ordinary person. Don’t worry about the peculiar ability of a saint; I will return it as soon as this task is over.”
“Understood. Well… let me dig through my memories for a moment. It takes time for an old man.”
“As much time as you need.”
Tiryum, reminiscing about the long years, soon clapped his hands.
“Ah, Kirei. I remember him. It’s a very old memory, but it just came to me now.”
“Did you have a connection with Kirei?”
“Yes. He was my son’s apprentice. He was a child who pleaded with my late son to learn magic. It’s a story from a long time ago…”
“Please tell me more about that story!”
It was a moment when I desperately hoped for a way to break the zombie magic that the guy unfolded.
Wooong.
A strong vibration was felt in the ground.
“What, what is it?”
“An earthquake?”
The people in the mansion were surprised and flustered. I quickly shouted to them.
“It might be dangerous, so everyone hide under something like a table!”
Although I thought it was just an earthquake and shouted, Zero told me with a serious expression.
“It’s not an earthquake.”
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead