The Saint Class Reincarnator
CHAPTER 70: BETWEEN DELUSIONS AND PRINCIPLES (2)

The crowd didn't let me go. It seemed like this tall man had the name Edgar behind him so I let him do what he was doing to him.

Just... I was calm in the car by him.

No. gabe. I just can't endure this shame forever.

Without any more lingering someone plucked me out of Edgar's hands and moved the fort.

“Hey is he really a Saint? There's no way she's this sweet. Let me feed him biscuits.”

Then the biscuits came from this woman's hands. Biscuits with chocolate on top. Ah, choci square chip. That's all I can see from what he did. But, this woman does not give freely.

She dared to feed me and said ‘Ah’ told me to open my mouth.

Muffling this vexation really takes a tremendous amount of heart. If the element of my attributes were lit I would have already gifted everything here.

Seeing the other reaction I could only give up and try to calmly accept well.

To be honest I thought this was not bad, so I responded by opening my mouth.

“Ah..”

The crispness of the biscuits could be heard when it entered my mouth that was crushed while chewing it. I can't describe the texture, but it's delicious.

“Kyaa, sweet once.”

All right, your lady won. If next time this happens when I grow up I will cut your wages as a Miner and make you resign first.

Then this continued and the biscuits kept getting into my mouth like a mouthful made out of a dimensional safe.

These bastards how many biscuits they got.

Not only that, others with bold jokes offered me wine wine.

At that moment my soul seemed to rise and wanted to take a glass and gulp it down. But my inner thoughts tried to stop me before it was too late.

“Hey, do you want to die huh! Giving a kid a crazy basic wine. Don't give him a stupid drink, we give him a wine candy only.”

It was the same miss both intoxicating.

I let out a long sigh in my hand there was a confused puppy while I sat comfortably on the lap of this woman and kept changing again in the other camp several times like I was a porcelain doll.

There I saw Veronica.

Ah... Laugh at you bastard. Finished from here you're done.

And this went on for a whole hour.

At that second Veronica finally intervened by throwing a knife at the table. Everyone was silent for a moment. But Veronica's face became strange. He held back his laughter and also tried not to laugh at the same time. If he wants he can blow his mouth foam.

“H-hey let him go. He's here, pfft.. He's here on business.”

Gently the person holding me lowered me with the sound of ‘Hup’ and lightly touched the floor again.

When my cheeks are full of snacks in the mouth, I try to chew them first before lifting my mouth.

I haven't even said anything yet, the atmosphere immediately changed.

The sound of the table in the neat sounds messy. Everyone stood up in the air and that second also all knelt down even including Veronica in front of me.

“We welcome the arrival of a noble Saint!”

“Yes. Raise your heads and stand up.”

Give this honor. There was a smile on everyone's face as if they were happy with just this.

“Where are the injured people?”

“What?”

“That's why I came to this place. I want to visit the wounded and treat them.”

Veronica was a little confused and indifferent for a moment. He turned to scan around and now he reached a conclusion.

“They're upstairs. But wait, what do you mean treat them?”

What's this guy saying?

Wrinkles appeared on my eyebrows when I heard Veronica's comments. But not only that, the criticism began to fall. And it started with a tall man, Edgar.

“Excuse Saint. This may sound disrespectful. But, we don't need that kind of thing.”

Whahuh?

Once again I felt a strange feeling with his words.

With a cold expression and a smile Edgar continued as if he was already empty there.

“We don't need a treatment.”

What an unexpected thing.

“We're former Shadow. Even though we are no longer active as Shadow. Our principles are still upheld. The reason is, ‘Every one of our wounds is a feature and form of our hard work. No matter how big the wound is, even death though.’ so.”

So if I intervene it means my ethics are questioned intact. According to what Edgar said was that I did not need to interfere with the pretext of the principles they had built up since the time of their foundation.

“We will let our wounds heal on their own even if it hurts. This wound is our pride so..”.

While Edgar spoke the others agreed by nodding even laughs like this a normal normal routine.

Where morality can be said to be normal, on this side it is the opposite. They do not hesitate to throw it away if needed. But does it really fit the mirage they see.

No. gabe... It is life that keeps them alive.

The Shadow that Veronica led, was freer than the others.

“What did you say?”

“Ya?”

Just hush!!

[Reporting. Magic power is released without direction!]

Explosions of magic power came out roaring from my body. Sparks of fire dust rose to the peak and waves of wind swept away all the items in this place even the heaviest.

“H-Hei little bastard what are you doing?!”

“I should have asked. What did you say just now huh?”

In fact it's not at all something you can be proud of. I can respect it, but not crazy.

Losing my mind due to the pressure of my anger made abnormal explosions at my magic power that seemed to spiral out of control. Although intentionally, this was too strong in their hold.

I lowered the pressure immediately.

“You guys work under me. I acknowledge the soul of your patriotism that you are proud of. Quite impressed. But, realize that it is useless even in front of me.”

Next my words became so cold as high-pressure magic that they made them dark.

“Dead or not. Injured or not. If you work under me you are not allowed even to have such thoughts. Your work as Shadow is over. But I do not mind as long as you are actively working.”

Then continue by putting emphasis on my sentence someone even swallowed his own saliva.

Even since my time as a contractor I have strictly maintained my performance no matter what.

That's because the more civilization develops the value of a contractor like me will be relatively fast, easily eliminated.

“Your lives are not easy so I reached out. But you guys refused.”

Of course even Veronica had no right to refuse. By giving him the obligation I still give him relief.

And he has the right to say no.

“Veronica..”

When I call it he immediately gasps.

Is not this like a worker who is ready to be scolded by his leadership.

“I respect your principles. But honestly I don't like it. So change that even if it's just a line or two of words, or even a.” letter

There was tension on his face but he did not answer and there was no regret at all.

That'sthat's enough. For me saying it has made a stimulus to his thinking to be slightly overhauled, where the logic goes.

“Hey, you. Take me to the injured place.”

Edgar gasped and glanced at the others. “T-but..”.

“Didn't you hear?”

“B-good.”

I was guided by Edgar. Then Veronica who wanted to follow immediately I stopped.

“You stay here and rest. I told you that but you didn't listen.”

Veronica was silent for a moment there was a hint of nervousness in her eyes.

I sharpened a little retinal not interested in looking at him. “Sometimes I think that, I don't like someone who doesn't comply.”

The puppy in my hand even gasped.

Continuing my path at Edgar's guide. The atmosphere of this initially crowded room turned blank and cold in just a few minutes.

In the hallway upstairs Edgar hesitantly opened his mouth.

“A-anu Saint... I know this is disrespectful. But, please do not pressure such a Leader. He is the one who has helped us all.”

“I know even without you saying it.”

If not then why would I bother to bear the same burden as him.

This is a win-win bet so we are equally won. As long as that's the case, for me Veronica is an important character that I need.

“If it was Saint who said it somehow I became relieved.”

“Thankful then.”

“Ahaha... Here's their wounded room.”

“Open the door.”

As soon as Edgar turned the door algae and opened it I saw the room with 8 beds facing each other and on the mattress there were some injured, can be said to be quite severe of the many Shadow.

I scanned Edgar and he had minor injuries and injuries. But he also needs treatment.

“Then I will leave you—”

“Where are you going? You also need to be treated so sit quietly there.”

“Good.”

He quickly sat down and obediently sat on a small round chair while still straightening his back.

I put the puppy on the floor so he can hang around for a while.

“They are all quite severe.”

Scanning them one-on-one is enough, Appraisal is not deceptive.

Large cuts, multiple ligaments rupture, internal organs are punctured, the heart is weak, breathing membranes in the lungs are weak and there is blood impurities accumulate and clot due to toxins.

All the injuries were fatal and it was significantly confirmed.

Ah, if it's not dealt with quickly they'll die.

I immediately started my usual healing method starting from the first row bed.

My magic power is enough at least to heal them. It's not like I'm going to heat up first my inner strength while healing orphanage children.

This scale is not far from normal. As much as possible I hope to save them from this pain.

Edgar who was just sitting quietly there looked in amazement and his face twinkled. If it was him I was sure he would be shocked to the point of fainting when I used my other strength.

My magic power was slowly absorbed. As the streams and circuits that came that flowed around their veins it simply transferred my chastity into it and dominated.

The synergy of holy power is different from magic. Of course I admit magic is powerful. But, a Saint was an exception.

So different from Priest. Saints are special and only a single person is capable of doing legend-level magic like this. It is like raising the dead.

I inhaled and exhaled when I felt I had healed them enough.

“They are healthy. Now they are in recovery, in two or three days they can definitely move as usual.”

There was a small applause of admiration coming at Edgar's side. I glanced at him and approached him.

“Giliranmu.”

I stretched out my hand and deep into my helping hand, Edgar placed his fist on top of my palm.

‘Is he a dog?’

No, my dog is quite one.

My magic power took out a bright circuit and the magic layer circle mastered to reach his entire body from within.

“Waah..”

With that amazing sound his eyes glittered and his lips widened.

“Already. If you feel any other symptoms just say it before I go.”

“Nothing at all. Thank you very much.”

Edgar stood up and lowered his head. Unknowingly my hand wanted to stroke his head. This child's base.

The other problem is...

[‘Clarity Shadowless, Veronica Vrada’ Questioning the principle!]

Ah, goddamn.