Hush Now, Saintess!

When I looked up a little more, I saw Charon and his men looking this way too, their eyes filled with shock.

Then…

“What the…? I’m not dead?”

Pfft.

As I muttered these words unknowingly, I could hear laughter above me.

It was the guy in a black hood who told me to stop struggling earlier.

And now that I knew the truth, I realized that I was being carried by him.

‘Did this person save me?’

Judging from the situation, this seemed to be the right assumption.

Soon after, I felt touched.

The chandelier was right in front of me just a moment ago.

But then, he jumped right into the fray and saved me.

In this day and age, there’s no other brave young man like him. He’s a model citizen, I say. A true model citizen.

Male lead, are you watching?

Come over here and learn a thing or two from this guy.

“What the hell?! Why don’t you let that girl go while I’m still being nice, huh?”

I was so moved, yet Charon’s husky voice broke the moment.

This tactless man.

‘No, don’t tell me. Did you save me just to hand me over to the enemy?’

On the other hand, I felt so anxious that I tightened my arms around the guy’s neck.

When the man glanced down at me, I shook my head vigorously.

Absolutely not, I yelled inwardly.

Fortunately, my telepathic cry for help was successful.

“She doesn’t want to.”

His firm, icy voice was delivered coldly.

“No, you just don’t know. She swindled us. She pretended to be the saintess and tried to steal an expensive sacred relic!”

Charon roared back. However, I also shouted and refuted his words.

“What are you talking about! I really am the saintess! How else would I have known there’s a sacred relic here?!”

Of course, the message was from the system, not God.

“Well that’s a funny joke. If you really are the saintess and you heard God’s prophecy, why would you try to steal the sacred relic by conning me?”

At a loss for words, I pressed my lips together.

Fact bombing hurts.

‘The funny joke here is hearing such a thing from a con man himself.’

People would fall under the impression that he’s a good, upstanding citizen.

I was pouting inwardly, but I soon changed the target of my pleas.

“I am the real saintess. I’m Roella Brietta, 19 years old. If you think I’m wearing a wig, just try pulling my hair.”

Then, as I was still in the man’s arms, I pushed my head against the man’s chest.

I’ll consider it a special bonus service for you to pull my hair, alright?

However, instead of pulling my hair, the man shook his head.

“It is as Her Eminence says.”

“Hoh— So you’re saying she’s actually the saintess? You’re not crazy? What, so I’m really going to be unlucky…”

Muttering in disbelief, Charon took a step back.

Then, he made a gesture and commanded the crowd behind him.

“Everything. Deal with it.”

At his order, Charon’s men rushed at us.

‘Wow, are you seriously going to be so mean…?’

I clicked my tongue, but unlike me, the man pulled out a dagger with one fluid movement.

“Hans.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll take the other side.”

At the man’s call, the other cloak-wearing man, who’s been with him from the start, answered dryly.

It seemed like they’re colleagues or something.

‘I’m glad you weren’t alone.’

The man named Hans was about to rush forward, however he paused for a moment.

Then, he turned and pointed at me.

“So then, uh. What are we going to do with the clearly real… pfft… saintess?”

…That sounded like a laugh just now.

Did I imagine that or what?

“……? I’ll take care of her personally?”

“Ah. Yes, go ahead.”

After hearing the man’s casual reply, Hans shrugged.

As soon as Hans moved away, the man’s low voice tickled my ear.

“Hang on tight.”

My eyes going wide, I once again tightened my arms around his neck.

“I’m hanging on tight.”

“…Understood.”

With that short answer, the man began to move.

* * *

Shortly after, things were quickly sorted out.

Those who were rushing forcefully just a while ago were suddenly lying all over the floor, groaning.

As I looked around, I was kinda impressed.

‘Who the heck are these guys?’

They moved in such a way that I couldn’t help but admire. I wasn’t even knowledgeable in combat at all.

Light, fast, precise.

Especially the man carrying me.

‘Is he a S*mmons bed, the heck? What is up with this no-wobble comfort?’

Even though he had been constantly moving while fighting so many men, I just laid comfortably in his arms the whole time.

That’s how precise and efficient his movements were.

This guy must be a real heavyweight.

Come to think of it, I didn’t even notice him coming into the store.

Maybe he’s some martial arts master who had just come out from seclusion?

On top of moving so efficiently that I didn’t shake in his arms, he could also move without making a sound?