I Wanted a Cute Girl to Cast Healing Magic on Me, So I Kept Protecting My Allies—and Ended Up with an Overprotective Party - 47

Chapter 47: Saintess

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This was a chamber in the very heart of the castle. No unrelated person was ever allowed inside. For this was where the Saintess lived — in other words, her private quarters.

“Welcome, Emil-san.”

“Wow, what a wonderful room this is!”

Led inside by the Saintess, Emil stepped into the room and spoke in a delighted voice. It was only natural she would react this way. The chamber was incredibly spacious, far more than one person could ever use on her own.

The chairs, tables, and wardrobes were all luxuriously decorated. There was a canopy bed. A red carpet stretched across the floor. Surely, every one of these things looked fresh and new to Emil’s eyes.

“Thank you. The royal family prepared all this for me.”

“That means Saintess-sama is treated very preciously, doesn’t it!”

“Yes. That is how I feel as well. I intend to devote myself wholeheartedly to my duty as Saintess, so I may be worthy of such care.”

That was the Saintess’s true heart. She always wished for the nation’s peace, and the people’s happiness.

“Well then, let us start with some tea.”

The Saintess encouraged Emil to take a seat, and she obeyed without hesitation. With practiced hands, the Saintess prepared black tea, placed the teapot and two cups on the table, and brought out a round plate piled with cookies.

Once the preparations were complete, she sat across from Emil.

“These cookies are ones I baked myself. I don’t know if they’ll suit your taste, but please try some.”

“They look so delicious!”

Emil again raised her voice in joy and bit into a cookie with a smile. The Saintess, resting her cheek on her hand, gazed dreamily at Emil’s happy expression.

She really looks like she’s enjoying them…Yes, she’s not just being polite. I’m so glad I baked cookies!

They continued chatting idly for a while, and then at last the Saintess moved on to the main topic.

“If you wish to become a Saintess, you must learn to freely control your magical power. So first, let us begin by measuring Emil-san’s current magic capacity.”

“Yes! What should I do?”

“C-Could you try casting Heal on me…?”

“Understood!”

“But we cannot very well do this sitting down. So let us stand!”

Encouraged by the Saintess, Emil rose to her feet. Her silver hair, flowing down to her waist, caught the light and created an almost mystical aura. The two of them stood beside the table, facing each other. Their heights were about the same, so their eyes naturally met at the same level.

“Excuse me, Saintess-sama. What kind of injury should I pretend you have?”

“Let me see… Until now I have imagined injuries to my face, chest, or back. So… How about the whole body?”

“The whole body?”

“N-no, I-I-I mean! Monsters have many different attack methods. Some of them might target your whole body at once. In that case, partial healing might not be enough!”

The Saintess’s tone was unlike usual, somewhat restless. Her expression looked a little troubled.

“I understand! The whole body, then!”

Saying so, Emil stepped forward with her hands slightly raised and gently hugged the Saintess from the front.

Ah…!

Her quickened heartbeat, the soft sensation transmitted from Emil, the warmth of her body, the calm breath brushing her ear, all of it far beyond what the Saintess had imagined.

No, if I let a sound slip out, Emil-san will think I’m strange…!

Desperate to avoid that, the Saintess tried with all her might to stifle her voice.

“Heal…”

“Nnh…!”

But she failed—! The instant Emil cast Heal, an exhilaration unlike anything she had ever felt raced through the Saintess’s mind. Serotonin, dopamine, endorphins, oxytocin — they were said to bring happiness. Surely at that moment the Saintess’s body was brimming with all of them.

The strength drained from her body. But because Emil was holding her, she would not collapse to her knees. And then, the faint green light of Heal grew even stronger.

Such incredible magical power… Emil-san has definitely leveled up

Though the Saintess seemed to regain her composure, she was still desperately holding back her voice.

No, I can’t take this anymore…!

But pressing in on her was joy…Pleasure… Bliss… Overwhelming bliss!

“E-Emil-san… I understand well enough the degree of your power when doing a full-body healing. So next, could you try casting Heal on just one part?”

“Understood!”

The Saintess instinctively knew she should stop here. If she continued, she would sink into the swamp of Emil’s Heal. Yet Emil undeniably possessed the qualities of a Saintess, and might one day become a great defender of the nation. 

For that reason, this practice had deep meaning. Because of that, the Saintess decided she could not stop here. And she swore to herself she would keep her sanity this time.

“Heal…”

“Nn…!”

“Heal…”

“Ah…!”

“Heal…”

“Aah…!”

But she fell—! She fell deeper—! She kept falling—! By the time Emil’s Heal session was finished, the Saintess’s breathing was ragged, and she wore an expression of pure ecstasy.

“Haa… Haa… Emil-san, shall we continue on the bed…?”

“On the bed? Understood!”

The two moved to the bed. The Saintess lay down in the middle, while Emil perched primly on the edge. They looked at each other, and for a brief moment, silence settled between them, as if they were both thinking of something.

“Huh? Saintess-sama, weren’t we supposed to do this sitting on the bed, so you wouldn’t get tired standing? You did sound like you were suffering just now.”

“Eh?…Ah, ahh! You’re right! What was I even misunderstanding?”

The Saintess quickly sat up, slid next to Emil’s left side, and sat on the bed as well.

“Saintess-sama, you’re so playful! Somehow, I feel like I like you even more now!”

“R-really? Thank you.”

Why is this girl so pure!? Emil-san really should become the next Saintess. Compared to her, what on earth was I just thinking!? We’re both girls…!

Even as she thought that, the Saintess sat on the bed with her hands fidgeting between her thighs, occasionally stealing glances at Emil’s face. This entire sequence of events, after all, was nothing more than a medical act called Heal.

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