Chapter 205
Chapter 205
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 205
Chapter Title: Rough Sketch of a Tearful Beauty Gorging on Food
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[Title: Roughly Drew a Tearful Beauty Stuffing Her Face with Food]
(Clip of the saintess eating with her hands, eyes brimming with tears)
(Clip of knights awkwardly glancing around)
How 'bout it?
You draw so damn well?
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- Where you from, how old...? ^^
ㄴ Species pls, urgent
ㄴ (Elf representative image clip)
ㄴ Elf pretending to be human pretending to be elf
- Holy shit, it's real
ㄴ So who is she really?
ㄴ Poster) No idea lol;
ㄴ Poster) Came back from guard duty and there's some girl in my tent
A blonde beauty sniffling.
Sitting filthy on the floor.
Shoveling food into her mouth like mad.
"This can't be real."
A woman in a unique outfit.
I picked her up in front of the outpost.
And I knew right away who she was.
The persistent saintess impersonator gonik looks exactly like Cute Fluffy Saintess.
"This ain't an impersonation."
She looked like she hadn't eaten in days.
So I brought her inside and gave her all sorts of food...
But as soon as it came out, Fluffy Saintess started grabbing it with her bare hands and wolfing it down.
"She must've been starving."
It happened before I could even hand her utensils.
"Ugh..."
The saintess came to her senses only after scraping every last bite clean.
Maybe noticing the stares too late, she bowed her head in shame.
Judak*: Dude
Judak*: You saying this is really Fluffy Saintess? Not a fake?
Don't touch a dog while it's eating.
After the meal, I sent a chat.
Fluffy Saintess's eyes went wide in surprise, then she started typing furiously.
Cute Fluffy Saintess: I am the saintess, not a fake!
Cute Fluffy Saintess: Is there another saintess as cute and squishy as me in the world?
Cutesy slang.
Contrasting her mysterious, soft appearance.
And finally, squirming in embarrassment after saying it herself.
"Yep, it's Fluffy Saintess."
Judak*: I acknowledge it.
But that's that.
Fluffy Saintess seemed upset with me.
Cute Fluffy Saintess: Why'd you abandon me?
Cute Fluffy Saintess: Why didn't you answer my prayers?
Fluffy Saintess pouted and hammered out chats.
"Hadn't seen her in a few days."
I was focused on giant zombies stronger than variants, not even monsters.
Guess that's why I skimmed regular posts for a bit.
Did she think I'd abandoned her?
Cute Fluffy Saintess: I-I was really scared
Cute Fluffy Saintess: Hungry. Exhausted. Cold and lonely...
I could see her sitting on the floor, starting to sob.
Judak*: Sorry;
No real guilt on my end.
But seeing her trembling, I couldn't bring myself to noob her out.
"...You're a saintess?"
The saintess of the Holy Kingdom Nell.
Nell, Nell...
Rang a bell somewhere.
Plus, the title saintess piqued my interest.
Saintess screams healer role, right?
Judak*: So, maybe?
My thoughts naturally connected.
Could she heal Darian's infection?
Cute Fluffy Saintess: I can
And the saintess replied confidently.
"Oh."
Wouldn't be shocked if she said no.
It was an infection, after all.
Worst debuff with no fix but early amputation.
"Perfect."
Never thought I'd find the answer here.
Judak*: Mind healing him then?
Cute Fluffy Saintess: Of course. Leave it to me
Luckily, Fluffy Saintess agreed right away.
Fluffy Saintess slowly stood up.
Then strode confidently toward Darian.
All eyes naturally focused.
The moment Fluffy Saintess closed and opened her eyes!
-Whoosh!
"Ooh!"
A glow settled in Fluffy Saintess's formerly hazy eyes.
Darian looked a bit startled too.
"Nell be with you."
Then Fluffy spoke.
A voice that inspired reverence just hearing it.
With a lilting tone that lightened the whole body, she placed her hand on Darian's forehead.
"Shepherd the lost lamb."
The glow intensified.
"Will this actually work?"
I hadn't expected this much.
As radiant light flooded the tent and everyone gaped—
Cute Fluffy Saintess: Uwup
"Huh?"
"Bleeech..."
Fluffy Saintess turned pale and puked all over Darian.
*
It ended in failure, ultimately.
"She just puked and that was it."
The moment she hurled on Darian, the tent went cold.
'Cause it was Darian, of all people.
The hero who casually beheads sinners and criminals like it's nothing—isn't he that mad paragon of incorruptible justice?
"H-Hero!"
"Are you alright?!"
The nearby knights paled and freaked out.
But I wasn't worried at all.
"He won't care, right?"
The Darian I know wouldn't rage over this.
And sure enough, Darian stood without batting an eye.
"These things happen."
Leaving just those words.
Darian's a competent, diligent cultist.
Meaning as long as it's not insulting him or corruption, he's magnanimous.
The real issue was elsewhere.
Judak*: If it's too much, no need ㅇㅇ
Cute Fluffy Saintess: No, I can do it
Judak*: Seriously, it's fine?
Cute Fluffy Saintess: No, I'm really fine. Please let me try
"The saintess is the problem."
She was blaming herself.
Even though I said it was okay.
She begged for another chance with near-obsessive desperation.
Like she'd die if I didn't.
"Trauma from the past or something?"
Not normal refusal—manic fixation.
Her eyes screamed she'd prove her worth somehow, pathetically so.
Cute Fluffy Saintess: I'm good at it, for real
Even as her body shook from puking, her eyes stared at the gallery intently.
Judak*: No, go rest.
Of course, I had no intention of allowing it.
She needed rest first.
Conveniently Adrian's gallery squad, so tent access was easy.
Cute Fluffy Saintess: I-I won't rest! I won't until you let me!
But the patient wouldn't comply straight.
So it got a bit forceful.
A few knights who'd heard me approached to escort her to comfort.
"Lord Judak commands—er, advises—rest."
"We'll guide you to the tent."
She'd puked on the hero, but before that, she was my guest.
The saintess bit her lip hard, enduring the knights' polite grips.
"Eek... Ueeek..."
"Please don't make this hard."
"Please... I really can heal...! I'm really good at it, I swear?"
"Hmm."
Of course, it fell on deaf ears with the cathedral knights.
"Huek."
They hoisted her up from both sides.
In the end, the saintess went limp and got dragged to a tent for fluffy bed rest.
Cute Fluffy Saintess: Too much
Cute Fluffy Saintess: You gonna abandon me?
Cute Fluffy Saintess: (Clip of saintess collapsed sobbing)
She'd prove her worth.
She was dead serious, even making and sending her own clip.
"Why this obsession?"
But I thought differently.
Success or fail.
That's it.
Sure, Darian's illness needed curing, but I wasn't gonna hound someone who couldn't.
"You? Stomach's bad."
Her condition was rough.
Even now, she couldn't lie properly on the bed, writhing in a chair.
At first I thought overeating on an empty stomach.
But now it looked like indigestion.
Cute Fluffy Saintess: No. My stomach's fine
Judak*: Press your thumb hard on your solar plexus
Cute Fluffy Saintess: Hueeek
"Yep."
[Shop/Medicine]
Digestive Enzymes (Pill Form) - 3p
Herbal Tonic – 3p
So I bought digestives.
"Pills and liquid— this should do?"
Great for tummy pain.
[Item Delivered!]
Cute Fluffy Saintess: Something appeared
Judak*: Looks like indigestion, should help
If no germs, functional dyspepsia might clear right up.
Bought a few and sent 'em.
Cute Fluffy Saintess: For me?
Judak*: ㅇㅇ Take it quick
Cute Fluffy Saintess: Why?
"Why?"
I paused mid-chat, tilting my head.
"Saintess... talking back?"
Using the new function, I peeked at Fluffy Saintess live.
Found her bawling her eyes out with a blank face.
"No way."
Crying over this?
Just some digestive meds?
"Guess something really happened to her."
She didn't hate kindness.
But she pathologically rejected it until proving her usefulness.
"Well, talking'll reveal it in time."
Stomach first.
But I didn't know then.
Judak*: Take the meds first
Cute Fluffy Saintess: Thank you. So much.
What a mere digestive would trigger.
*
In the quiet tent.
Lea sat in a chair, staring blankly at the ceiling, murmuring.
"My belly's full..."
A sensation she'd rarely felt.
Full belly.
Even in Nell, it was rare.
As saintess training, she often couldn't eat properly.
"He didn't abandon me?"
Lea murmured with hazy eyes.
Failed to prove her power.
Days had passed like that.
But Judak hadn't ditched her—instead kept feeding and caring.
Ate foods she'd never tasted in Nell.
"Uwup..."
But peace was fleeting.
Lea grimaced.
Her gut twisted painfully.
A discomfort since childhood—since becoming saintess.
"Hoo, haa..."
But she couldn't ask Judak for help.
This was divine punishment.
"Devil's prank, was it?"
Recalled the Nell priests' words.
For failing saintess duties.
For not truly serving Nellas, the devil's mischief.
"Can't tell Lord Judak..."
He seemed tolerant of other faiths.
But never about faith-lack punishments.
Lea had never truly believed or prayed to Nell, not once.
Writhing without even lying on the bed, that's when—
[Item Delivered!]
[xxDigestive]
[Bexxze]
"Wh-what's this?"
Something dropped from the sky suddenly.
Lea caught it reflexively, and chat appeared.
Judak*: Take it, it'll help
"Ahh."
Lea sighed softly.
Tried hiding it, but secrets were pointless before Judak?
But he didn't scold.
Worried for her, gave something she'd never seen.
"This... the famous divine relic..."
Traveling through villages to Adrian, Lea knew.
Almost every village's sick worshipped an item.
Names and colors varied, but descriptions matched.
'Tiny little pills. Eat 'em and all discomfort vanishes.'
'R-Really?'
'Of course! Lord Judak distributed the relics himself!'
Divine relic.
But could it really?
'Even Nell couldn't do that.'
The exalted god of Nell couldn't either.
Half-doubting, Lea popped the meds in.
About 10 minutes later.
-Poof!
"Huh?"
An orange halo appeared over Lea's head.