Saint Olusia

“Thank you for your permission, Your Majesty.”

“Forget the ‘Your Majesty.’ Isn’t the Summoned Hero a divine messenger who came at the call of God?”

“Then what should I call you?”

“Call me Vatimus.”

“Understood, Vatimus-nim.”

Jang Yu-ha was granted a private audience with Vatimus.

Amel hadn’t woken up yet, but Yuha [sensed] that waiting would be too late.

Amel had woken up the day before yesterday, but it was only a brief awakening. The fatigue from the battle hadn’t fully dissipated, so Yuha could [sense] that she would sleep for a long time.

She’d probably sleep for days.

Then what about the Raid?

Who knows.

[Foresight] wasn’t 100 percent accurate either, so it wasn’t surprising.

The scene Yuha had [foreseen] back then was Amel shattering space as if destroying the world.

It was probably the image of her destroying the Dream world.

There was nothing else it could have been, chronologically.

But Amel would likely remain asleep and miss the Raid schedule.

Yuha had a [premonition] of it.

It was evidence that the [foreseen] future had changed.

Still, it was 98 percent.

Without the ability to see the future like Yuha, changing a predetermined future was nearly impossible.

The battle that day must have been so intense that it affected the future.

It was something Yuha had [sensed] from the beginning.

That’s why she had obtained the ‘Key’ in advance.

“But Cassandra, what is the reason you requested this private audience when Americano hasn’t even awakened?”

“Americano has an important schedule that she has set aside. As you have been informed, a large-scale Raid is scheduled to take place in Dwarfneer.”

“….”

Yuha observed the change in Vatimus’s expression.

He knows.

He doesn’t know.

Yuha had a [premonition] that he knew.

Yuha spoke with a slightly exaggerated, theatrical tone.

“That Monster is one of the Great Devils known to threaten humanity. We have an opportunity to defeat that Great Devil.”

She clenched her fist and strongly appealed.

“We cannot miss this opportunity.”

The Great Devil was a [Dream].

If a [Dream] is summoned from the boundary between reality and the Dream, it can be fought in a state that is certainly weaker than the [Dream] encountered in the Dream.

Chris and Jua were also practicing with Geass equipped.

Their levels were still insufficient, but the possibility of defeating the [Dream] wasn’t zero.

Yuha emphasized the formidable power of Chris and Jua, spoke about those who had agreed to help, and requested that Vatimus add one more to the mix.

“To confirm what kind of being the Great Devil is and to gain experience, I would be grateful if you could send a Hero under your command, Vatimus-nim.”

“….”

Vatimus seemed lost in thought.

Yuha tried to [sense] what he was thinking.

First of all, Vatimus would send a Hero.

There was no reason not to.

She had shown that much Strength.

Vatimus was the Emperor.

He couldn’t possibly not know. Know what?

Yuha was viewing the position of Emperor in a special light.

Because wasn’t it strange?

In a world where Magic existed and Sword Masters and Grand Sword Masters, superhumans among superhumans, were abundant, the Emperor was powerless.

Even if he were holding the Masters in check with charisma, the successive Emperors had maintained a stable peace.

The Emperor had something.

Otherwise, it couldn’t be established.

The [premonition] was yes.

Yes, there’s no way he wouldn’t.

Yuha had always been curious about the nature of that Strength.

And she had [sensed] it.

Was it perhaps a Strength similar to that of a Hero?

Of course, it was a different kind of Strength than brute force.

As an Emperor, was it a strategy simulation?

The [premonition] pointed to yes.

This kind of [premonition] was 100 percent accurate, so there was no room for doubt.

[Premonition], unlike [Foresight], looks into various futures.

What would Vatimus answer if the future Yuha asked this? How should Yuha ask Vatimus to get this answer?

Such a series of [premonitions] drew out an already determined answer.

Just like now.

The place of conversation.

In a place where asking questions and finding answers was natural, [premonition] shone.

Due to the nature of the ability, the answer Yuha wanted to know was always [sensed].

Yuha, who lost [Foresight] and gained [Premonition], gained the Strength to understand the present in exchange for losing the Strength to adjust the future.

And the [premonition] that learned about the Emperor’s ability, its kind and form,

‘The Emperor was playing a different game than us.’

Vatimus was playing a game like SimCity or Civilization.

The result of utilizing the genre called Real-Time Strategy as reality was the Vilonia Empire.

‘Wow.’

Anyway,

The Hero was Role-Playing Game.

The Emperor was Real-Time Strategy.

They were completely different but similar Strengths.

And the Emperor must have seen Amel’s battle footage through that Strength.

‘That’s why he allowed the private audience.’

That was the reason he reversed his response to come with Amel after she woke up right after arrival.

Yuha chuckled inwardly.

“Great Devil. Is that the great evil that has been passed down to successive Emperors?”

“You knew?”

“There was a forgotten history. This isn’t the only era of the end. I will dispatch a Hero as you suggested.”

“Thank you.”

“But that wouldn’t be the only thing you want to ask for, would it? Don’t hesitate to speak.”

Vatimus was quick-witted.

“Then I will speak without reservation.”

Yuha recalled the unnecessary squabbles of the Heroes.

It was a game, but they were playing politics and power struggles as if they were in reality.

The leaders of the Summoned Heroes, who had predicted the cause of being trapped in the game, had half-accepted living in the game forever.

Either way, it was a win-win situation.

So they were acting with a focus on the benefits of doing so.

If they could never escape the game, the positions and power they had built up would become real Strength that would determine their lives.

Yuha was tired of it.

It was just a game anyway.

In any case, what Yuha was trying to ask Vatimus was in the same vein.

“I would like you to appoint Americano as Vatimus-nim’s direct knight.”

“Americano?”

“Yes. I want to form a Raid party with the goal of subjugating the Great Devil. If she is Vatimus-nim’s direct knight, even Clans who don’t understand will have to listen.”

“You want to borrow my authority.”

Vatimus emptied the glass on the table and agreed.

“I also desire the peace of the world. I hope the world will be peaceful. The well-being and prosperity of the people are my duty. I have heard of Americano’s amazing rumors. I will trust those rumors and entrust it to you.”

“Thank you.”

Olushia was nursing Americano.

She had driven away the Death Knights and defeated them directly, but she had not yet awakened.

Olushia was devoted to her because she had overcome the crisis that Olushia should have overcome.

If Americano hadn’t been there, the Strength of the Death Knights that shook the heavens and the earth might have been directed at them.

‘I wouldn’t have been able to overcome it.’

Americano had stepped in and saved her from what would have been her grave.

She was a savior of life.

Olushia left Americano’s room and was walking down the hallway when someone called out to her.

“Saintess.”

It was a Hero.

Two Heroes from the Imperial Knights.

The Heroes asked.

“How is… Americano-nim’s condition?”

“There’s nothing wrong with her body. It seems like she used her Strength suddenly and drastically.”

“Well, I guess so.”

“After doing something like that.”

The Heroes muttered to each other quietly.

“And by any chance.”

They asked cautiously.

“She was human, right?”

“Yes. She’s human.”

Did they think she was an Elf?

Americano was beautiful.

It wouldn’t be strange to fall in love at first sight.

Olushia, who had met Elves, saw a person prettier than an Elf for the first time.

Besides, that body.

Unlike the Elves, who had many slender bodies, Americano had a body that stimulated men’s hearts, so she must be getting more attention.

That’s how she interpreted the Heroes’ tense appearance.

She didn’t know that the Heroes, who pretended to be tough on the battlefield, had this side to them.

Olushia thought the Heroes had nothing more to say and left.

The Heroes left behind muttered quietly.

“…Is everything we saw in the video real?…”

“…Everything in the video is real…”

“…Her whole body was burned in flames?…”

“…She must have been born with that kind of ability…”

Olushia was walking down the hallway.

She often ran into Heroes.

Each time, she received the same or similar questions.

Was Americano human?

Was there anything strange about her body?

‘The Heroes’ reactions are strange today.’

Olushia waved her hand at the Hero who was turning away and walked down the hallway.

On the way to the Temple.

“…Did you see the Duel Arena video?…”

“…No, I saw it today because it went up to 5,000 Gold…”

“…Me too. But is it that amazing?…”

“…It’s not just amazing. She might really be a Hero who will save the world…”

“…Is it that much?…”

The Heroes gathered and were talking about something.

It sounded like they were talking about Americano.

She approached and joined the conversation.

“Are you talking about Americano-nim?”

“Ah, Saintess. Yes.”

“Americano-nim is amazing. She single-handedly defeated the Death Knights, who were like natural disasters. It was originally my job to step in, but if she hadn’t stepped in, I wouldn’t be here. She’s my savior.”

“And she may be the savior of all mankind.”

“Oh, the Death Knights were very strong, but were they that much?”

The scale of the hurricane was enough to convince her, but she asked anyway.

The blue-haired Hero said, “You don’t know,” and continued.

“The Death Knights were great, of course, but there’s a video… there’s something that only Heroes can see, and we could see Americano-nim’s fight with it. The Death Knights were also great. It was a video that showed their Strength in one-on-one combat. But Americano-nim’s Strength wasn’t just the Strength she had.”

The blue-haired Hero talked about Americano as if it were his own story.

“It’s very difficult to explain this in words. I never imagined that the Duel Arena video would be that much, and if I explained it in words, you probably wouldn’t believe it.”

Still, he decided to tell her.

Americano met a great fire user in the Duel Arena and tried to push herself to the limit and win even while being burned by the fire.

It was definitely amazing, but,

“You guys have done that too.”

“We can’t even reach her toes. The fire user wasn’t an ordinary fire user either. He had the power to melt rocks in an instant and turned an area several tens of times larger than the capital into a sea of fire. If someone like me touched that flame, I would have evaporated in an instant.”

“….”

The blue-haired Hero.

Fyuro was talkative.

Olushia, who knew him, knew that he was originally a man of few words.

As such, she listened carefully to what Fyuro was saying.

He explained in detail the things Americano had done, especially what she had done in the Duel Arena, but she didn’t fill in as much understanding as Fyuro was excited about.

In summary, Americano was burned by the fire user’s flames, but she overcame it and fought to the end to attempt a counterattack.

There may be a difference in power, but,

‘Considering Americano-nim’s Strength, it wasn’t to the point where she couldn’t withstand it.’

The hurricane was on a scale no less than the sea of fire that Fyuro described.

Even if the opponent’s Strength is strong, if your own Strength is strong, you can produce enough Strength to block it.

Olushia’s misunderstanding started from the premise that Americano’s Strength at that time and in the Duel Arena would be the same.

Even if she didn’t fully understand Fyuro’s explanation, one thing was definitely conveyed.

The Imperial Knights feared and respected Americano.

She was relieved.

It was unexpected.

‘They don’t have a good view of the Summoned Heroes, but this is unexpected.’

People usually look favorably on you if you have a good appearance.

But Americano had looks, Strength, and achievements.

It must be because she was surprisingly fulfilling the reason why the Imperial Knights looked askance at the Summoned Heroes, ‘They are Heroes but they have no sense of duty.’

Is that why?

The Heroes of the Imperial Knights, who didn’t have a good view of the Summoned Heroes, were surprisingly showing signs of admiring Americano.

Olushia had a special ‘eye’ that read people’s emotions.

She was relieved that the Heroes she saw with that eye seemed to have a good view of Americano.

‘But why are they afraid?’

It was subtly different from simply being afraid of the Strength she possessed, so she was curious.

The size seemed somewhat large, but,

Still, she had learned from her experience that if fear is mixed with respect, it generally leads to a good relationship, so she was careless.