It's Not Like I Want to Play the Role of a Misunderstood, Good-for-Nothing Prince in a Villainess Story! - Chapter 94: Chatting with the Saint

“Is that so? Magnus has made a move over there this time?”

Office.

Reizebio stood up slowly, and with hands clasped behind his back, looked outside from the window.

Shaking his head faintly, he glanced at the subordinate who brought the report.

“Did he die?”

“We have not received confirmation, but he is said to be seriously injured.”

“I understand. …Soon, contact will likely go to the other side as well. If so, shall we also make a move? Good grief, I am troubled by impatient people.”

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“I apologize for the other day, even though you came all the way.”

“No, no.”

Currently, I am talking with the Saint, Marina Refrain, in my room.

Unusually, she was the one who visited my place.

Apparently, it was because she heard later that I had come to see her the other day.

But at that time, I was refused because she was busy, right?

Did the fact that the Saint didn’t know mean it was the Royal Palace Knight Order’s arbitrary decision?

“Because Saint-sama is busy, I assume.”

“No, if you say that, Prince Zeke as well… thank you for giving me your time while you are busy.”

She bowed respectfully, but frankly speaking, I was free.

After all, there was nothing to do in this city.

To the level where everyone went to the forest to find new tastes because we were too bored.

“You may call me Marina… because Prince Zeke is greater in terms of status.”

Using yobisute for a Saint is, well…

“Then, Marina-san. You mentioned status earlier, but is Marina-san a noble?”

“Yes, the Refrain house is a Viscount house.”

“A Viscount house, huh. For that, I hadn’t heard of the Refrain house though… excuse me, I remembered most noble houses by looking at the Royal Palace library records.”

When I said that, Marina looked down while narrowing her eyes slightly.

“That is natural; it was about eight years ago that the house became a noble house…”

When I asked, it seemed she was a commoner when she was born.

She was living modestly receiving a meager wage, but suddenly one day magic power overflowed from her body, and when she held her hands over a person who was injured by chance to save them, she became able to use recovery magic.

And then, before she knew it, she was called a famous healer, called a Saint, and her status was raised to Viscount.

“I like helping people with my own power, so I think it was half good that I became a Saint.”

“What about the ‘half’?”

“Because my parents changed…”

Saying only that, Marina suddenly looked out the window.

Judging by how she closed her mouth, surely it wasn’t a good story.

If they became a Viscount from a commoner, money must have come in suddenly too, and it was sufficient as a reason for people to change.

“Well, but, I think I surely would have become a Saint no matter what, though.”

“What do you mean?”

“Before saving them, I saw the same dream several times. A dream where an injured person appears. In the first dream, I didn’t know the way to recover them, and I didn’t make it in time and they died. –But, while seeing the dream continuously, I became able to use a method like holding my hands over and sharing my magic power, and then immediately after, an injured person appeared in front of me in reality.”

“How should I put it, that’s artificial.”

“Yes, truly. However, surely this was something decided. To act so that I become a Saint.”

“……”

Hearing that story, I suddenly thought of something meta.

Since it is inside a game, there is probably no one other than her fitted to be the Saint, and if a Saint is to appear, it would become like that even if it is contrived…

Shall I call it–the correction force of the game setting.

However, there are too many things too different from the game, and it’s not something to say in front of her expressly, so I will never voice it regarding that.

“Was it really good that I am the Saint?”

“I also think about things similar to that. Whether it was good that I am the Prince.”

When I said it while laughing lightly, Marina’s slightly stiff expression softened.

“Fufu… come to think of it, you are a Prince with various rumors, aren’t you.”

“Right, because I am a Prince who has no equal if it’s the number of rumors.”

When I shrugged my shoulders, she giggled.

Somehow this woman called Marina was said to be a Saint, but her sensibilities seemed like a normal woman.

She had no quirks, and leaned towards being a good person.

She was also favorable towards my self-deprecating words.

It seemed she wouldn’t become my enemy unlike the Church, so I was a little relieved.

“By the way, how is His Majesty’s condition?”

“Condition?”

Did something happen?

When I tilted my head, Marina waved her hands left and right with a pattering sound.

“No, if there is nothing then that is fine.”

She looked flustered; how to say it, it felt like she made a slip of the tongue.

However, I thought nothing particular happened to Father, but…

“Zeke-sama, excuse me.”

Rubert entered at the same time.

“What is it?”

“A fast horse came. Return to the Royal Capital immediately from His Majesty.”

“To the Royal Capital?”

That’s quite sudden.

“The reason?”

“Nothing.”

“……”

There was no way there was nothing. Surely a big problem occurred.

Because he knew that, Rubert was also making a subtle face.

“If I return, I must take Marina-san back as well.”

“Saint-sama!”

Immediately after, one of the Royal Palace Knights jumped in.

“His Holiness the Pope has collapsed; he wants you to come immediately.”

At this timing?

Marina stood up with a serious expression, different from before.

“Come to think of it, since Marina-san was called, did His Holiness the Pope have some problem with his health?”

“Since he is elderly, somewhat… However, it was not to the extent of collapsing, so maybe something happened.”

I met eyes with Rubert for a moment.

What to do, Father said to return with the Saint, but in the first place the Saint was called because the Pope’s physical condition was bad, and if I took the Saint back without treatment even though he collapsed, that would be a problem in itself.

“Prince Zeke. I will return to the Royal Capital later, so please head to the Royal Capital first.”

I stared at the void and hesitated.

If he collapsed, it would take several days even just to watch the progress.

Returning after that was not ‘immediately’.

–If so, the option to wait until the Saint finished treatment did not exist… huh.

“I understand. We will return to the Royal Capital first. When His Holiness the Pope settles down, please definitely return to the Royal Capital.”

“Yes, I understand.”

If I could hear this reply from her, it should be fine.

“Then Rubert, let’s go to the Royal Capital immediately.”