Hush Now, Saintess! - Chapter 37

Chapter 37

Translator: Yonnee

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? Im 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, theres no other brave young man like him. Hes 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 dont you let that girl go while Im still being nice, huh?

I was so moved, yet Charons husky voice broke the moment.

This tactless man.

No, dont 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 guys 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 doesnt want to.

His firm, icy voice was delivered coldly.

No, you just dont 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 theres a sacred relic here?!

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

Well thats a funny joke. If you really are the saintess and you heard Gods 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 hes a good, upstanding citizen.

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

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

Then, as I was still in the mans arms, I pushed my head against the mans chest.

Ill 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 youre saying shes actually the saintess? Youre not crazy? What, so Im 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, Charons 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. Ill take the other side.

At the mans call, the other cloak-wearing man, whos been with him from the start, answered dryly.

It seemed like theyre colleagues or something.

Im glad you werent 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?

? Ill take care of her personally?

Ah. Yes, go ahead.

After hearing the mans casual reply, Hans shrugged.

As soon as Hans moved away, the mans low voice tickled my ear.

Hang on tight.

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

Im 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 couldnt help but admire. I wasnt 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.

Thats how precise and efficient his movements were.

This guy must be a real heavyweight.

Come to think of it, I didnt even notice him coming into the store.

Maybe hes some martial arts master who had just come out from seclusion?

On top of moving so efficiently that I didnt shake in his arms, he could also move without making a sound?

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