The Saint Class Reincarnator
CHAPTER 38: THE MORE INSANE PERSON

“I heard you call me.”

I was straight at the main point when I walked into Director Sarion's room. Then he put his job down and asked.

“Yes, by the way, how are you doing?”

“Haha, I've heard that phrase over and over again. I am grateful to be blessed with people who care for me.”

“Hahaha... It is also something called a blessing. Everyone around you really likes you more than you imagine.”

After that he replied with a mischievous laugh that tried to tease me. But, it's not really bad. I felt like I was grateful for what was near me.

“Ya, I know, thank you.”

So much so that I feel like I deserve that blessing?

“Actually I would like to ask you many things from your point of view on that incident. However, it seems like it is not necessary.” Director Sarion looked at me and stated. “As you know, that the relationship between the Church and the Palace is not quite called a reciprocal relationship. Not that I forbid you to do what you want.”

Director Sarion put a letter on his desk.

“There's a letter for you. ‘Dia’ says to give it when you are healthy.”

A letter? Wh who? Do I have any acquaintances so we can send letters. No, thinking as much as I myself wasn't sure I had a pen pal. Ever since I arrived in this world my only close acquaintance was my family and Heros the rest was no own Director and Priest of the Church. All that.

I tried to look at the Director curiously, but there was no response but rather he moved his head like a signal for me to pick up the letter. I took it without much thought.

“Why do I get a letter? Who is the sender.”

“If you're back, you'll know.”

I immediately did what Director Sarion said.

At that time I was surprised. “This emblem...”

“Yes. With one look you already know what symbol it is, so I will not slow down..”.

I am still in confusion seeing between this letter then to Director Sarion.

“Looks, Crown Prince wants to meet you.”

That kid...?

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- “There are several possible upheavals while there. As you wish I do not interfere with what you are doing and what you are doing. You have authority as a Saint, so I just hope you run smoothly.”

Getting an invitation from someone who would rule this Kingdom was something I did not expect or imagine. The last message from Director Sarion before I left the next day, as if he wanted to say that I should be careful or not involve others. Like those.

I am now on my way to the palace. Who knows, I'll find something interesting.

A few minutes later I arrived in front of the palace and got off the train.

“I've been waiting for you, Saint.”

That face is the one I remember when I didn't like the type like him. Faithful dog.

“For a long time no see, commander.” greet me with a smile.

“Please call me Jean, Saint.”

“Alright, Mr. Jean. Please also don't be too stiff in front of me.”

“Will I remember.” replied Jean Jacques respectfully, then he declared by showing me the way. “Then let me take you to the prince's room.”

“Yes. Thank you.” then I followed Jean Jacques who walked in front.

A moment later I could hear voices coming from all directions outside the palace room.

“What is Saint?”

“Look, isn't he too open to come alone here..”.

There were dozens of eyes trying to put my mind down. The feelings of envy, jealousy, hostility, and all their gazes were trying to oppress me. Why did Saint come alone? Why didn't he bring a bodyguard or a companion? Wasn't he too arrogant and arrogant?

Maybe that's what they're thinking right now.

But I don't care. Instead I looked at all of them who were looking this way and they were knights. What can I do to destroy them? No, instead of being hostile, I smiled politically towards all of them.

Like a warm greeting, the knights or some of them were slightly shaken and their faces flushed red.

I continued my path accompanied by Jean Jacques, and he opened his mouth.

“Saint, if I may say why do not you bring a companion?”

“Mhm, let's see why... Why yah?” my answer I add a little as a joke and chuckle wryly. When Jean Jacques glanced at me with a riddle expression, it was so funny.

I continued while looking forward and maintaining my expression, “There's a reason why I didn't do it. And yes, maybe as you think Mr. Jean, I also have a trusted person I can count on. Especially the ones that you see his strength.”

“...Yes.” there is a sense of doubt in his voice. He knows who he meant.

“About what is the reason you think?”

“What?”

Jean Jacques increasingly does not understand where this conversation is going. He only asks, but let alone any answers, as if he is stuck into a puzzle game that does not know when he is trapped. Jean Jacques thought doubtfully.

“Is it because you believe you are strong? Isn't that when it is.”

“Yes, that can also be said an answer. You know very well about myself, somehow I feel embarrassed to hear it from someone more experienced.”

Jean Jacques did not understand. Why does it feel like something is wrong. He didn't realize that if the person beside him was more dangerous than he seemed, his polite demeanor and nature were just an illusion.

I teased her a little with a light laugh, but it seemed like it was even too heavy for her to think. There are many reasons why I did not bring Yohan or a companion.

“I was just thinking..” Jean Jacques' gaze was sidetracked onto me. “If I were alone in a place where I could lose my life. How will it look? The answer was clearly in front of my eyes.” with that I stared intently with a grin on my lips at Jean Jacques.

There was a slight jolt shaking his shoulder. He then threw his face forward and became a little nervous. He didn't understand, no, he didn't even know why there were feelings of horror that gave him goosebumps.

“Hey, mr. Jean. Why don't you pull your sword?”

That's why he felt why he was constantly pressured and dominated by the air of a truly threatening existence. He wasn't sure if it was real if all these feelings came from one person, this little boy.

“A-what are you talking about Saint?”

He was too nervous to look towards his interlocutor. He could know without even looking at it. Now he was being looked back at by the boy who was grinning horribly waiting for his answer.

“You know what I mean but you pretend to be stupid. From the very beginning I was out alone was a strange thing, even in the eyes of the other knights I was here as if I was taking my life in a demon-owned castle. But why in the castle which for me is the house of the devil even the attitude of its inhabitants seems to deceive.”

Jean Jacques felt uneasy in his nervousness and his shoulders trembled slightly.

“This palace, and its entire inhabitants are like an illusion. I came here alone but no one attacked me, not even you. The relationship between the Royal family and the Church is not solid, the nobles want my head at all costs. But, where is all that now?”

Jean Jacques knows the answer. He felt this was impossible for a Saint, no, even a little child had enough thoughts towards it. Jean Jacques covered his mouth like he was holding back from vomiting.

‘Did he deliberately indeed provoke the movement of nobles just by himself as bait?!’

If he said this he could tell that he could have been thrust into the bottomless abyss of fear. Jean Jacques exhaled and diverted the conversation immediately.

“We have reached Saint.” because the goal is in front of him, he can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Jean Jacques knocked on the door. “My prince brought Saint Alvius Raven!” then he opened the door without hearing an answer from within as if it was indeed a habit he had always done.

The sound of the open door creaking softly, the view of the nuances of the workspace and the bookcase can be noticed in one look. The child with platinum-colored wavy hair was shining and silvery gold eyes were sitting on the sofa alone looking blankly ahead. When I arrived his attention was distracted at me and he suddenly smiled without warning.

“I've been waiting for you, Saint.”

Right, he is the one who at the moment least wants me to deal with. I don't know why the feeling when I saw it I was always overwhelmed by the heavy desires of life.