The Saintess Meets Enril
The Saintess, is that you?
“Sir. Do you have more interest in Sister Enril?”
To Seria’s question, Rion stayed silent instead of answering.
If he were asked now whether he had any doubts, it would be a lie.
The Combat Priest Corps, the Saintess, Seria. This woman was clearly a great gem.
If Enril was the expert who had experienced the Tower more than anyone else,
Seria could be called the most optimized person to fight in the Tower.
The two were generally similar in level. It was ambiguous who was better.
Still, there was one decisive difference: endurance.
Seria had endured, but Enril had not. That was where they diverged.
“If I invest in Seria as much as I did in Enril… there might be a possibility.”
The reason Enril, who had reached the top floor, eventually had to kneel.
No matter how good her skill was or how excellent her mana utilization,
if the opponent was also an enormous powerhouse, injuries were inevitable.
That accumulated as it was, it was a big factor in overloading her body.
Conversely, Seria could be said to be free from that part.
If she kept fighting while healing continuously, her skill would grow quickly.
“I wish I could somehow handle both…”
Time-wise, it was impossible. The Mana Cultivation Technique had only just begun.
And once it was fully incorporated, except during training, I would have to keep watching her.
If I couldn’t enter the path I had to go, there was a risk of injury.
I had to decide on the main one. It was an unavoidable task.
“…”
Finally, Rion’s answer after organizing his thoughts—
“Yes, Seria. I still have great hopes for her.”
The decisive reason for saying this answer was Seria’s unique constitution.
In any case, the Mana Cultivation Technique was essential in the Tower.
However, when I looked at Seria’s mana flow, a problem arose there.
Since it flowed differently from the usual people, I had to explain it completely differently.
It seemed it would take some time because I hadn’t thought there would be such a constitution.
And even if I created a new principle, no one knew when she would acquire it.
“To summarize, Enril, who may not have endurance but grows clearly in other aspects, and Seria, who has the highest endurance but doesn’t know the Mana Cultivation Technique well, especially that. It comes to roughly the same answer as who to assign to.”
Moreover, Enril had already received her life nine times from me.
The anger, humiliation, and vengeful spirit from that would be an enormous motivation.
It was very regrettable to discard that part for nearly a year.
“Is that so? Unwavering trust.”
Seria nodded her head in understanding.
Then she started talking.
“After all, I’m not taking you on completely, and you’re treating them like other disciples, right? Even if it’s not as thorough as teaching Sister Enril.”
“Thank you for understanding.”
“No. Rather, I’m very happy. Intense and firm faith in someone. In this world that’s so difficult and tense these days, it’s a heart that can’t be easily filled. Seeing that makes me very happy.”
And—
“I envy her too. Sister Enril, who receives such faith.”
Envy? If you knew the truth, you wouldn’t say that at all.
Rion clicked his tongue inwardly and handed the sword to Priest Blon.
“Let’s wrap this up for today, Seria. There are some things I need to prepare for when I formally start teaching you tomorrow.”
“Is it because of the unique constitution?”
Rion, who nodded, turned to leave.
“By the way, Instructor Rion.”
Seria suddenly grabbed Rion and looked at him quietly before continuing.
“Instructor. You have a very strange aura.”
At Seria’s words, Rion’s hand trembled slightly.
What was that? What was the intention behind saying such words?
To check, I glanced over, but the main body’s power was completely sealed.
No corner leaked out like when fighting the Hydra.
Originally, the clash with this woman was at an extremely light level.
“Is it a strange aura?”
To Rion’s counter, Seria smiled and nodded.
She didn’t explain in detail what that ‘aura’ was.
Just staring at him as if to say, explain it to me once.
“It could be. I handled mana in a somewhat different way from the people here. The disciples probably didn’t notice it at all, but Seria noticed it immediately. That’s why real combat is important.”
Grabbing the point of having abundant real combat experience and subtly slipping away.
To prevent the opponent from countering, I was supposed to cling to the opponent’s good points.
I’m praising you, but you’re in a panic because you can’t eat me! Something like that.
The message was like that, so if it was a conscience person, they couldn’t hesitate.
Rion, who was perfectly using this part.
As expected, the cunning and vile nature of a boss monster.
“…I see. Yes. Understood. See you tomorrow, Instructor Rion.”
*
Seria was silently staring at the spot where Rion was standing.
How deep her gaze was, the priests couldn’t even respond properly.
“Saintess.”
Finally, Priest Blon stepped up and called her.
Before becoming the Saintess, they were close colleagues who had fought demons together.
Even after becoming Saintess, he was a person who could easily deal with Seria.
“How was it, Priest Blon?”
Seria, who suddenly asked Priest Blon that.
He could have questioned what she meant, but after thinking for a moment, Priest Blon opened his mouth.
“According to the Saintess’s words, there is a person with a strange aura.”
“Is that so? As expected. It wasn’t just me.”
If they had heard this conversation, Rion might have jumped.
He had completely sealed it without leaking, but what was the problem?
There was one happy point: it wasn’t something he was worried about.
“I met some of the people who came from across the sea, but they weren’t at that level.”
“I heard last time that he was a warrior from there who had some name.”
“If it’s a warrior… then here it would be knight, right?”
“If you see it that way, it would be fine.”
With such a person, they would have great achievements in fighting demons.
Thinking of the hellish army that doesn’t decrease no matter how many are killed.
Seria wished this boring war and the difficult trials would end soon.
And she felt grateful that she was the one to take on that role.
Slam—
At this time, Seria heard the sound of someone approaching.
From Priest Blon’s and other priests’ reactions, it seemed they hadn’t noticed yet.
That meant the approaching opponent’s level was one higher than them.
“Who is approaching from there?”
So Seria opened her mouth first, and the person approaching from ahead stopped.
At the same time, the priests finally noticed the opponent’s presence and focused.
“…Who are you?”
The voice that came was clearly that of a woman.
She herself seemed surprised at saying that.
If it was smoke, it was great, and if it was real, it was better to reassure first.
Rustle—
Eventually, the person who appeared in front of Seria and the priests was—
“Ah.”
“Do you know him, Priest Blon?”
“It seems so.”
“If it’s him… Ah.”
Seria nodded and lowered her guard with a smile.
Then she took one step forward and greeted lightly.
“Hello, Sister Enril. Should I call you Hero? Or perhaps Senior is fine too! As a Hero, Senior is correct!”
At those words, Enril who appeared in the courtyard let out an “Eh?” surprised sound.
She had always liked wandering alone in the empty courtyard.
When her mind was complicated or dizzy, she always came here.
And because of what Rion said, it had become completely messed up.
Originally, she had come to calm her mind as usual, but with the presence noticed.
Naturally thinking it was a disciple, but seeing it this way, it was completely different.
“Who… is it?”
“Introduction is late. It’s Anastasia Seria.”
“Anastasia… Ah, the Saintess?”
Knowing that the name is only attached to the Saint or Saintess.
Enril was startled and hurriedly bowed her head.
“Nice to meet you, Saintess. My name is Eleonore Celestine.”
“You don’t have to be so stiff. Although you have the name Saintess, on the other hand, you’re a Hero candidate. Until the Tower falls, you could be my junior, Sister Enril?”
After that, the Saintess talked to Enril with a very friendly demeanor.
The only Hero who survived in nearly 100 years.
There were those who doubted, but she was still a hope for many.
Please don’t weaken, and always show strength as before.
“It’s an honor. I just got lucky…”
“Luck is also a saying. Isn’t that right, Priest Blon?”
“The Saintess is right. No matter how excellent a skilled person is, the world isn’t like that where life and death depend on that day’s fortune.”
“Priest Blon also said so. And if you keep belittling yourself, it might be disrespectful to the Heroes who entered the Tower so far. Sister.”
Even though it was the first meeting today, she led the conversation very skillfully.
Anyone would think she had known her for a long time and was very close.
“I’d like to talk more, but it’s getting late. From tomorrow, I’ll be staying at the Academy formally, so let’s talk then. Is that okay, Sister?”
To Seria’s words, Enril nodded slightly.
The Combat Priest Corps, experts among experts regarding fighting demons.
They appeared in the Academy, which doesn’t usually come out into the open.
Perhaps they could learn something new from them.
They might know the tactics to subdue the demons that had tormented her in the Tower.
So, when I met people from the Combat Priest Corps, I thought I’d become close immediately.
“Saintess…”
The very person who said they would assign Rion as the exclusive instructor appeared.
Even more—
“Ah. I met Instructor Rion a little while ago. From what I saw, he seems like a very good person, and it seems like Sister is receiving a lot of trust from him. Sister, you’re a great lucky person. I envy you. Such things.”
“…”
Even though it was said with good intentions, why did the guard come first for a moment.
Enril, who had come to organize her mind, ended up more messed up.