Reincarnated Devil's Strongest Hero Training Plan ~The baby he picked up has grown up so well that his father is confused~ - Chapter 88

Reincarnated Devil’s Strongest Hero Training Plan ~The baby he picked up has grown up so well that his father is confused~

Chapter 88   The power of an Informant

A mysterious figure clad in a black hooded garment covering their entire body, with a mask adorned with intricate geometric patterns.

Even Sword Saint Ein, who had been despondent after losing the saint, found himself astonished by the appearance of this enigmatic individual, seemingly emerging out of nowhere.

No, rather, amidst the astonishment at the appearance of someone only he knew in this place, Ein dared to inquire about their true intentions.

“You… are you the informant…? Why are you here…?”

“Step aside, Sword Saint. Right now, we must focus on reviving the saint over there.”

Reviving the saint. Upon hearing the informant’s words, Ein, while still questioning the possibility of such a thing happening, found a glimmer of hope in the words of this mysterious person.

In this situation, there was nothing they could do. If all they could do was watch over the saint, who was fated to die from the backlash of the god’s descent, then they might as well bet on the one with a chance of success.

Thanks to the sudden appearance of the informant, Ein regained a bit of composure and instructed the Royal Guards, who were preparing to apprehend the mysterious figure, to stand down.

“Wait, hold on, all of you. This person is an acquaintance of mine. He provided evidence of wrongdoing and played a pivotal role in this matter. If he claims to still have some cards to play, then let him do as they please…”

“But Vice Captain Ein…”

Even so, it was only natural that the Royal Guards couldn’t easily let their guard down. Ein wasn’t the only one prioritizing the saint’s well-being.

As the embodiment of hope for humanity, the princess, and a genuine saint who had just performed the miracle of divine descent, no one in the church nation could remain unaffected by her. However, there was no reason for Chukyu, the informant, to be involved in the debate among the Royal Guards at this moment.

“If you’re spoiling for a fight, I won’t stop you. I understand your sentiment. If you’re willing to throw your life away in vain, then draw your sword. I’ll deal with you while I’m repairing the saint’s soul.”

Despite being the highest-ranking elite knights tasked with guarding the princess, the Royal Guards were taken aback by the informant’s audacity as he walked confidently toward them, exuding a chilling aura.

Seeing this, Ein’s subordinates, now back to their senses, were quick to interject before any rash actions were taken.

“…Alright! Listen up! This is an order! Any attempt to lay hands on him will be seen as treason against the church. Do you understand? Keep quiet, or do you want to be killed by him before me?”

“Y-Yes, Vice Captain! Understood!”

“That’s more like it.”

As they exchanged words, the informant, seemingly indifferent to their conversation, approached the fallen saint and, with a hand shading his eyes, his pupils glowing red, began some sort of investigation, perhaps delving into magical matters known only to him.

“Well, did you find anything, informant?”

“Well, I’ve got a pretty good idea. Certainly, in her current state with a portion of her soul damaged, she’ll either die if left untreated or at best, wake up as a vegetable. However, if I do this…”

Muttering something in a language of his own, he summoned various magical sigils of different sizes with transcendent magical control, embarking on a full-fledged treatment. And the sheer number of these sigils floating around him easily surpassed thousands.

Frankel, the marquis, who was certainly at the top tier in terms of human standards, understood the significance of this number. Or rather, he understood it all too well…

“This is absurd! Constructing a single massive magic circle with vast magical power might be conceivable, but utilizing only the bare minimum of magic and managing thousands of magic circles concurrently for treatment… It’s impossible!”

The massive magic circle powered by immense magical energy referred to the ultimate magic brought forth by the saint’s miracle. Of course, even that could be considered a pinnacle.

However, what this individual was demonstrating wasn’t some supernatural phenomenon reserved only for the chosen ones, but rather a pinnacle of human, or rather magical, achievement, showcasing the ability to draw “magic circles,” even miniature ones that anyone could theoretically handle with mastery, and maintain thousands of them concurrently from the standpoint of “magical control” and “processing capacity.”

The marquis, overwhelmed by the sheer mastery of magic, felt as if he were beholding a work of art and mentally prostrated himself before it.

“I see! I understand… You must be the divine being, the god of magic, who has descended to aid the injured Saint Isha, aren’t you?”

“Wrong.”

“But, however…”

“Silence, you’re disrupting my work.”

But, yet again, the marquis was bluntly cut off.

As they watched the mysterious man with his extraordinary skills, some ten minutes passed. Finally, it seemed that all the procedures were completed. The man let out a sigh of relief, and there lay the saint, now restored to vitality, breathing steadily and peacefully.

“The lady’s complexion…!”

“All right, this should do. But it’s truly remarkable. To think that all the sick people in this marquisate, including those who were already in the advanced stages of the undead plague, have been restored to their original state. This is something even I couldn’t have imagined possible.”

Chukyu, the informant, explains that while he could have somehow managed it before they turned undead, once the symptoms had progressed completely, it would have been impossible to reverse.

Therefore, he thinks that both the saint and the sword saint, who have brought about outcomes beyond expectations, deserve some reward.

“Take pride, people of the Church. Your revered Saint Isha Grace de Calamiera has accomplished such a feat. As for assisting the saint this time, consider it my contribution. You’ve shown me something good. And Sword Saint…”

“Y-Yes?”

“The mastermind behind the recent turmoil, the one who spread the undead plague, is in the southern continent. If you don’t want this to end here, join forces with the blond-haired, blue-eyed boy traveling on that continent. From here on out, it’s your story, living in the present world.”

With that, he turns on his heel and disappears into the distance…

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Whew, that was close!!

Man, that was close!!

I was just about to lose the saint!

Summoning a lower-tier deity is one thing, but summoning an entity that’s way beyond one’s league out of the blue? What was she thinking?!

If we had been just a little later, she would’ve been a goner for sure. It was seriously down to the wire.

“However, the real culprit this time has already fled to another continent.”

The undead plague and the magic circle for the “death ritual” disguised as a forbidden curse were all orchestrated by the hands of demonkind, disguised as corrupt merchants.

It seems that some demon faction was stirring, likely as the first step to conquering the Church, but well, that plan got utterly crushed now.

Maybe they thought they could snag the saint this time and, if not, at least trap the marquis, who symbolized justice in the Church. But it didn’t go as planned.

After all, the marquis wife and daughter, who inherited his genuine sense of justice, have been resurrected in that country.

Now, it’s all up to what the saint decides to do with the Frankel marquis family, but judging by their demeanor, there’s not much to worry about. At most, the influence of Galeria Frankel, who will become the former marquis, might weaken a bit.

“More importantly, the issue lies with the movements of those demons…”

The demon merchant who fled from the Western Continent to the Southern Continent seems to have been a subordinate of higher-ranking demons, probably those called the Four Heavenly Kings or something, and they seem to be meticulously reporting the failure of the plan to their superiors.

The enemy seems to be quite competent.

That’s why I provided some useful information for young Ein, who seems to be still uncertain about things. I wonder if my message got through after all that. I may have been a bit too brief, so I’m worried if it might be misinterpreted.

“Well, I don’t know how things will turn out. It seems my son Ars has some mysterious attraction, so they’ll probably meet up somewhere.”

Ars is currently leaving the homeland of the Dark Elves, guided by Elga, who is my wife Elsa’s brother. He’s been dealing with the demon issue in the Southern Continent. It appears that the demons have decided to focus on conquering humans in the Southern Continent, and they’re conducting various schemes, including that demon merchant.

I’ve been noticing their movements becoming more active over the past few years, but now it seems they’re really stepping up their game.

“Now, let’s see if it brings good fortune or misfortune. Let’s enjoy the continuation of my son’s dream adventure…”

And so, I turn my attention once again to Ars’s journey, where he will eventually fulfill his dream adventure with his companions.