episode_0087

The back of the hand was instantly healed with a clicking sound.

Ferrado frowned alone.

‘… That?’

At first glance, it was not a very special healing.

Healing a wound? That’s something that can be done without much difficulty.

One, he was a scholar who could do collaborative research with the Catholic Church, and he was recognized at a glance.

That Stie’s healing was on a different level from that of ordinary priests.

It’s just a skin treatment that makes it look like it’s gone.

It was literally a level of healing that could instantly heal any wound.

It’s not certain, but perhaps even severed limbs could be regenerated.

I could only see it as a miracle of a saint.

‘Lady Stee is clearly not a saint. What is going on?’

However, as a devout theologian, he assured me that Stië was not a saint.

The only power that belonged to the saint was the power of the saint, and Stië had none of the characteristics of a saint.

In other words, Stiere is using the power of a saint even though she is not a saint.

Ferrado thought about it for a moment.

Suddenly, the answer came to me.

“Maybe the saint is already dead. At the hands of those so-called organizations.”

“… Yes?”

“This Miss Stee was forcibly given that ability.”

The organization that kidnapped Stier.

They killed the saint and gave her powers to Stië.

This was Ferrado’s conclusion.

Louis, who had been puzzled for a moment, intervened.

“Perado, is that possible? That ability is something that God gave you. Can you just take it off and put it back on?”

“I don’t know how to do it either… but that’s the only way to explain it.”

“In the first place, you said earlier that the saint was in that TS Brigade. What was that?”

A question that hits a blind spot in the explanation.

Ferrado’s mouth closed again.

Because he also had doubts about that.

But that was only for a moment.

Ferrado offered a guess at the end of the story.

“… Could it be that the saint’s power was torn into several pieces?”

“What?”

“Great divine power and healing power belong to Stiie Yang. The ability to see the future belongs to the ‘Saint’ of the TS Church. ”

“Oh. Sounds plausible.”

It is speculated that the saint is already dead, and her powers are torn apart and divided between the two.

Louis nodded in understanding.

Irene wasn’t convinced though.

“Are you sure that the saint is dead? You thought she was dead all along.”

“Ah. I guess I didn’t explain it well enough.”

In front of her, Ferrado explained simply.

So simple that even she, a non-expert and commoner, could understand.

“The power that God gives resides in the soul. If you take it away? The soul will be seriously destroyed.”

The power bestowed by the Lord. That immense power resides in the soul.

But that power is taken away?

The fragile soul is torn to pieces and destroyed by the aftermath alone.

The result of the destruction of the soul is, of course, death.

Because now, it’s Stiega, not the saint, who has the power.

It was clear that the original saint was already dead.

“As a side note, it is estimated that the awakening of the saints of all time was around the age of 10 for similar reasons.”

This is why the saint only awakens after she has grown to a certain extent.

As it is a powerful force, the soul must be at least 10 years old to withstand it.

Esti, who had been quietly listening to the explanation, tilted her head.

’10 years old? Oh, I was possessed when I was 10 years old.’

Isn’t that a coincidence?

In the original work, the 3rd princess died on her 10th birthday.

It was at that time that I was possessed.

By chance, I, Steed, who uses the power of a saint, has the same face as myself.

It was such a coincidence that even the most oblivious person would tilt their head in confusion.

‘Well, I’m not a saint, I’m definitely a villain!’

The sloppy Esti ignored it with only one conviction that she could not be a saint.

However, Irene did not overlook it after hearing the explanation.

“The soul, destroyed… ?”

‘I can do that somehow. I just have to roughly poke a similar soul into it.’

———For her, the destruction of the soul did not mean death.

As a witch, she could even manipulate spirits.

A torn soul?

If there was a soul with a similar wavelength, it could be restored.

And finally…

A situation where Esti is possessed by someone who looks exactly like her, something Stier calls ‘the fake Irene’.

It was too suspicious to be overlooked.

But, doubts never turned into certainty.

‘I can’t bring that girl out, and I can’t ask the princess. It’s frustrating.’

Because she lacked information.

Estee’s secret, and the secret about that ‘fake Irene’.

Confused eyes turned towards Estee.

‘What did I… do to the princess?’

She was the one who couldn’t reach the truth by a single sheet of parchment.

* * *

The suspicions surrounding the Saint of Stieg ended with only unpleasant results.

Looking at it, it looks like she has the power of a saint, but she’s not a saint.

I guess the original saint died and her powers were torn to pieces or something.

… It’s not even a piece of the soul bead. What is this?

My expression turned cold.

“Anyway. So, what happens to our Stee? Are you going to take him to the church?”

“Huh~!? I don’t want to be separated from my sister~!!!”

Me asking about Stier’s treatment. Stier is startled and hugs me.

Ferrado instantly transformed into a bad guy.

“Maybe it won’t happen like that… .”

“That black guy is trying to steal it from me, Unnie!!! Unnie, help me!!!”

“Ferrado, you decided to live the way you were in the end? You Geum Tae-yang guy. My sister was really disappointed.”

“… … !!!? I don’t know what the Golden Sun is, but it’s not that!!”

‘I know, I know. I’m just teasing you.’

He just teases me because he suddenly starts talking about things that only he knows, like being a saint or something.

I honestly didn’t think Ferrado was trying to take Stier away from me, but whatever.

He chuckled at the sight of her troubled face and asked her a surprise question.

“Ferrado. Can you keep it a secret from the temple that she’s using her powers as a saint? At least until I graduate.”

‘I’m still hesitant to let my child out.’

What if the power he uses is truly related to the saint?

I guess I’m anxious because I can’t take him to the main church.

Because it has the healing power of a state power.

There was no need to go and be treated coldly.

It’s not like he wants a huge amount of money or fame, he’s just a kid who’s happy as long as you feed him a few plates of cookies every day.

Besides, she’s my sister. I wouldn’t treat her like crap just because they’re crazy.

There was nothing unfortunate about him living in a church.

But not now.

Let me go, you know what nonsense you’re going to do with my face.

Even today, she was showing off her belly fat without even realizing that her panties were showing.

If Stier leaves my side, it should be after he has learned how to take care of himself at least.

It was a word that contained this meaning.

Ferrado was perplexed.

“Even if it’s the princess’s request, I have to report it at least… .”

“Huh~? Ferrado, please~ Just until graduation, huh~? Make sure to take care of her~.”

-Bubibubibubib.

A cheeky attack to break the stubbornness.

When he rubbed the ball on his forearm, Ferrado’s handsome face turned bright red.

Nodding vigorously was a bonus.

“Huh, huh!!? Oh, I see!! Since you definitely look exactly like the princess, you’ll need time to train. Yes.”

“Thank you♡”

‘It’s easy, it’s easy.’

First of all, I blocked the most important thing.

My eyes scanned the other kids.

“Louis. You’re not going to say anything, are you?”

“If you want.”

“Shepor?”

“Do you believe me when I say that? Of course, I have no intention of saying it.”

“Yeah. Thank you all.”

Louis and Shepor also seem to want to keep Stiye’s power a secret for now.

My eyes turned to Irene for the last time.

“Irene, you too keep this a secret… .”

-Obviously.

‘…Why does that person have that expression?’

Irene looks at me with a strangely complicated expression.

Her lips kept moving and then closing without saying a word, as if she had something to say but couldn’t say it.

I don’t think you want to talk about Stier…

Oh, no way.

I quickly approached and asked.

-Whisper.

“Irene. Is that day coming soon?”

“Yes?”

“Aren’t you trying to ask Steehan to reduce the pain a bit?”

“… … ?”

Does Stienne have that kind of ability?

People like my older sister Louis who suffer from severe period pain can’t help but suffer.

I wondered if this could be cured.

And, judging from the reaction, it seems like this person is also the type who has a hard time that day.

It was clear to me when I saw his expression change right away when I tried it.

… I really do. I can’t believe I even have thoughts like this at times like this.

Our Irene is so innocent.

My hands went to her butt.

-Pat pat.

“Still, you have to do what you have to do. You can’t go against the natural order~.”

“… … No, that’s it.”

“If you’re having a hard time, tell me. I’ll sleep with you. It won’t help much, but it’ll help if your stomach is warm.”

Pat the baby’s butt like you’re rocking a baby.

I understand, but if you force yourself to stop your period and something happens, it’s a big problem.

I’ll be your human hot pack, so bear with it.

It was an action that contained this meaning.

“… …!!!!? I, I didn’t see anything!!”

“Ahem, ahem. Suddenly there’s dust in my eyes.”

‘Why are they doing that again?’

For some reason, the two stern men looked away in embarrassment, but anyway.

Irene nodded after thinking for a moment.

-Whisper.

“… Then, by any chance, could you come to my room tonight? Just the two of us.”

“Yeah!”

A bed-sharing arrangement was made.

* * *

That night.

-Slurp, rustle.

Esty is fast asleep.

Her pajamas slowly coming off.

Under the bright moonlight, a body without a single thread was spread out without any curves.

and,

“Sensitivity. 100x.”

-Saaaat.

Irene with something slippery on her fingers.

Her fingers traveled between Estee’s legs.