Saint (1)

1.

“Ummm, ummm!”

I nodded repeatedly.

How could something be so beautiful!

I carefully admired my reflection in the full-length mirror.

Curves had formed on my once-flat body.

The pelvic line drew a soft curve along my slender waist.

Turning around, I saw my plump buttocks beautifully shaped like peaches.

Below my delicate, protective-looking shoulders hung a pair of overflowing breasts.

Too big to hold in one go, even with both hands.

Lifting them from underneath, they were heavy, and my hands sank into the underboob.

A beautiful female form.

Just standing still exuded a captivating aura.

A body with fully developed feminine charms.

I had turned 19.

Having passed through my meager, childlike years.

I had grown into a beautiful woman.

Into a body that, even I thought, was worth falling in love with.

However.

It wasn’t all good.

It was nice that I was beautiful.

But it was a very inconvenient body for a swordswoman.

When I lowered my head, I couldn’t see below.

My breasts jiggled every time I moved.

And I didn’t know why my butt was so huge.

Compared to other kids my age, my development was ridiculous.

Probably… because of the Elixir of Growth I took a long time ago.

I had expected growth in Magical power or strength.

But what grew exponentially were my breasts and butt.

They started swelling from the age of 14, and by 19, they were like this.

Fortunately, I had been training to get used to the female body for a long time, so I could wield a sword freely even with this maternal body.

After showering and standing naked in front of the full-length mirror, I put on my nun’s habit.

An outfit I was now completely used to.

It would be stranger not to wear the habit.

I neatly combed my golden hair, which shone brilliantly reflecting the sunlight, and put on my veil.

Thinking like this might be blasphemous.

But with big breasts, a big butt, and being beautiful.

It was like facing a Saintess.

I headed to the chapel.

“Good morning, sisters.”

I greeted my fellow nuns with a smile.

I took my seat.

The frontmost seat was mine.

I wasn’t trying to become a cleric, but I was diligently cultivating my faith.

More precisely, I was cultivating my Divinity.

I wasn’t stupid enough not to use the power given to me.

If I could use Divinity, I would gladly use it.

Thanks to that, I could now perform simple healing without praying.

I was steadily heading down the path of a Berserker.

I was excited.

I imagined myself wreaking havoc on the battlefield.

The thought of healing myself no matter what damage I took and sweeping away the Demon Lord Army made my heart race.

It wouldn’t be long now.

Two months from now.

I would come of age in the spring.

And when I came of age, I could enlist in the Imperial Army.

The Empire was in a truce.

It had been in a truce since before I regained consciousness as Elia.

The front lines had been completely pushed back to the Demon Realm Gate, and the Demon Lord Army was said to be thoroughly guarding only the gate.

The moment that balance was broken would be the start of another war.

I heard that a hero party would be dispatched separately.

A small, elite party would be formed to go and catch the Demon Lord.

Honestly, I thought it was impossible…

But the hero now wouldn’t be the snot-nosed kid I knew.

Hearing the occasional heroic tale, I knew he had grown.

Stories of him solving Magical Beast or Demon problems were often heard.

Come to think of it, hero candidates had also been selected, right?

Time really flies.

It felt like just yesterday that Louis became a hero candidate and started learning swordsmanship from me.

Now he had grown, and there were other hero candidates below him.

Just wait a little.

I’ll go and see how much you’ve grown.

Morning worship ended.

I was heading to nun class with the Bible in my arms when.

“Elia.”

Sister Bertina called me.

“Yes, Sister.”

“Could you run an errand in the village?”

“Understood.”

I didn’t ask what the errand was.

Because I was used to it now.

It was probably the old man at the potato farm who had twisted his back again.

But just in case, I decided to ask what it was.

“Is it the potato farm elder again?”

Sister Bertina sighed deeply and nodded.

This was already the third time this week alone.

“That old man is definitely twisting it on purpose. I heal him, and he twists it; I heal him, and he twists it.”

“You shouldn’t say things like that.”

“I can understand that he gets hurt often because of his age. But I can’t understand why he only calls for me and not the other sisters.”

He gets furious if another sister goes.

That lecherous old geezer.

Every time I go to heal him, he brings up stories about his son.

He talks about how handsome and capable his son is, subtly trying to get me interested.

Ha.

Don’t be ridiculous.

Just because I’ve become a woman doesn’t mean my heart has become a woman too.

“You have to try to understand even those things to be reborn as a true nun. You’ll be taking the nun exam soon. It would be nice to get a good evaluation and go to a cathedral in the city, right?”

I should tell her soon.

That I’m going to enlist in the Imperial Army when I come of age.

She would definitely oppose it if I told her.

I was someone the convent had high expectations for.

Because of my Divinity.

Around the time other children started manifesting Divinity one by one.

I also confidently started using Divinity.

That was the problem.

I had only given simple treatment to adventurers injured from dungeon exploration.

I had only used basic Healing Magic, but I didn’t know it would be more effective than most Healing Magic.

Really. I never imagined that my basic Healing Magic would be superior to the convent director’s advanced Healing Magic.

I was trying to control it…

That day, everyone made such a fuss.

They were ecstatic, saying that a Saintess had been born in our convent.

Did they think just anyone could become a Saintess?

She was a woman chosen by God.

A divine message was sent to the Vatican.

That a girl who would become a Saintess had been born.

If I were the person who would become a Saintess, the Vatican wouldn’t have stayed still for 19 years.

Anyway.

Since then, the expectations towards me had grown.

“Or how about the academy? If Elia is willing to go, we will actively recommend you. What do you think?”

No thanks.

Academy, my foot.

I refuse to study Divinity Studies there for four years.

It’s the same even if it’s the Swordsmanship Department.

I’ll say it proudly.

There’s nothing related to swordsmanship that I can learn.

I have put all the swordsmanship that exists in this world into my head.

I gathered only the useful ones from among them, modified them, and made them my own.

If a swordsman who can beat me appears, I will gladly bow my head and learn from them.

But who can beat me?

Maybe if I die and nearly 20 years pass?

That would be fun in its own way.

“No. I want to live a normal life.”

A normal life as a private in the Imperial Army, that is.

Anyway.

Should I go run the errand?

I’ll have to listen to his son’s praises for a few more hours.

I left the Bible in my room and headed to the village.

“I wonder if any Magical Beasts will appear?”

This area is too peaceful.

Even if Magical Beasts appear, they’re not even good enough for a warm-up.

I wish a giant Magical Beast would appear like before.

Oh, of course, in a way that doesn’t harm other people.

…Is that nonsense?

Or I wish I could meet robbers while passing through the forest like this.

If possible, very strong ones.

If I don’t move this body often, parts of it get stiff and sore.

It’s also been a really long time since I used a sword.

Sometimes I get a wooden sword, but it breaks after using it a few times.

The only time I could experience real combat was at the martial arts tournament held once a year.

But I was banned from participating.

After winning three times in a row, they stopped me from participating.

No matter how I think about it, I don’t understand.

Instead of stopping me from participating because I’m too strong, shouldn’t they be recruiting other strong opponents?

I was grumbling inwardly as I walked through the forest.

Suddenly, something caught my eye.

A person was lying on the forest path.

I immediately approached the fallen person.

I quickly checked their condition.

Their shirt was stained with blood.

There was bleeding from their back.

Had they been attacked by someone?

But there were no signs of anyone attacking them around.

Magical power…

There were no visible traces of Magical power either.

I didn’t know what had happened, but I decided to heal them first.

I placed my hand on the man’s back.

I unleashed my Divinity.

A light as bright as the sun permeated the man’s wound.

The wound healed quickly.

I had stopped the bleeding, so there would be no major problems with his life.

“Hey. Hey.”

I gently shook the man.

It was the moment several presences surrounded the area, as if they had been waiting.

Five… no, nine.

Nine people surrounded this area in a circle.

So that I couldn’t escape anywhere.

I got up from my seat.

Thump, thump.

My heart was racing at the thought of moving my body after a long time.