The Possessor Mistook the Genre for 20 Years

2 – The Saint Hates the Wizard.

The saint recalled the past.

The days when she traveled with everyone as the saint of the hero’s party.

Hiding in a cave to avoid the rain in the mountains.

The hero eating a poisonous mushroom and being dazed all day.

Lying on a wide hill, gazing at the stars in the night sky.

Though hardships and adversities accompanied them, there was a certain joy in those days.

Just recalling those memories brought a faint smile to the saint’s lips.

But as she emerged from her memories, she was greeted by the ugly reality.

“Saint, your rest time is almost over.”

“Yes, I know.”

Awakened from her pleasant imagination by the attendant’s words, the saint felt a surge of anger but, as always, suppressed it and responded gently.

For this was surely the kind of saint people desired.

One who should not harbor any impure emotions.

Embrace the people of the world with love.

A being that sacrifices itself for the world.

There is no little girl named Justia within.

Only the proxy of God who appeared solely in the world exists.

The saintess, trying to suppress her resentment, was about to drink the water placed before her, but stopped upon realizing that it was also prepared by her attendant.

Regrettably, the letter sent by Franz would have to be postponed a little longer.

As the attendant had said, the break time was almost over.

The saintess rose from her seat and left the room.

And she greeted the numerous devotees serving God.

Thus, a considerable amount of time passed.

Late at night, truly alone without even an attendant, the saintess took out Franz’s letter.

Now, with no one to disturb her, she intended to read it slowly.

However, there was nothing to read.

『How have you been?』

Ironically, the only thing written on the large letter paper was a short sentence.

For a moment, the saintess, dumbfounded, stared blankly at the letter, then, just in case, turned it over.

But there was nothing written on the back either. It was really a clean, blank state.

‘No, it can’t be.’

There was no way someone like the Tower Master would write and send a letter like this.

Moreover, since the recipient was the saintess, he should have been more considerate.

After all, it was the first time in a year he was asking about her well-being, so at least a greeting…

Thinking so, the saintess brought the letter over the candle beside her.

She remembered Franz once mentioning a peculiar ink that becomes visible when brought near fire.

But no matter how long she waited, the letter only blackened, and no letters appeared.

‘So, this isn’t it either?’

The saintess gently bit her lower lip.

Then, with a splash, she poured water over the letter.

This too was something Franz had mentioned.

He had said there was an ink that becomes visible when it touches water.

But the letter only got soaked, and no letters appeared.

Only then did the Saintess realize.

That the words written in the letter sent after a whole year were just that short line.

Ha-

A hollow laugh escaped from the Saintess’s mouth, who was left speechless.

The deeply furrowed brow was a bonus.

‘Yes, this is how he always was.’

In fact, the relationship between the Saintess and the Wizard during the Hero’s party days was not very good.

Even though she was a Saintess, back then she was no different from a rural girl who could perform the miracles of the gods.

She would often hide in fear at the sight of monsters, and when faced with guts spilling out and blood splattering, she would sometimes vomit out her insides.

The Saintess, who was supposed to be responsible for the party’s healing, couldn’t even take care of herself.

In the Saintess’s memory, Franz always spat out harsh words at those times.

So she gave it back in kind.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, as they say.

It was right to repay harsh words with harsh words.

And she worked desperately hard.

Because she hated hearing harsh words from Franz so much.

In the end, it was as expected.

It was a sin to have even a little expectation.

The Saintess sighed, wiped the water-soaked desk, and lay down on the bed.

There was no reason to reply to such a letter.

But even as time passed, sleep did not come easily.

Although she had vowed in anger not to reply, she was still bothered by it.

Even though it was just a single sentence.

A letter was still a letter.

In the end, the Saintess got up from the bed and started writing a reply.

Since she received one sentence, one sentence should be enough.

* * * * *

Approval for dispatching a magic instructor to the academy.

Approval for the proposal to supply drinking water from the countryside.

Request to use the second-floor laboratory of the Magic Tower…?

“Arian, the necromancers requested to use the second floor of the Magic Tower, right?”

“Yes, they pleaded that they would really restrain themselves this time, so I approved it for now.”

Are they really planning to turn the Magic Tower into a field of corpses?

Even last time, when I approved the use of the laboratory, we had a hard time because ghouls lost their sanity and roamed the entire tower.

In the end, I even gave them a disciplinary action, but it seems they haven’t come to their senses.

“If they ask again, tell them to experiment outside.”

“Understood.”

Franz wrote “rejected” in large letters on the document and moved on to the next one.

Approval for dispatching purification wizards to the orphanage facilities.

Approval for dispatching cleaning wizards to the outer walls of the royal castle.

Sigh.

A sigh escaped from Franz’s lips as he processed the documents for a long time.

It seemed like he had been working non-stop, but he hadn’t even processed half of the documents yet.

Even yesterday, he processed a similar amount, so it was quite frustrating.

Since he took office as the master of the Magic Tower, he hadn’t taken a single break, so he might really collapse from overwork at this rate.

It was then.

“Take a little break. You look more tired than usual.”

A teacup was placed on the desk.

It was rare for Arian to do something befitting a secretary.

As she said, Franz hadn’t slept properly last night because he was writing a letter to the saint, so her observation was quite impressive.

The problem was that the tea Arian made was strangely tasteless.

Franz alternated between looking at Arian and the teacup, then quietly picked up his pen.

It felt like a silent threat to get back to work.

Then Arian spoke.

“Surely you wouldn’t refuse the tea that your busy secretary took the time to make, would you?”

“Oh, I’ll drink it. I’ll drink.”

It was almost as if she had deliberately made the tea to annoy him.

Anyway, since he said he would drink it, Franz picked up the teacup.

Soon, a blue magic circle appeared in his hand, and the steaming tea instantly cooled down.

And then he gulped it down.

As the cool liquid passed down his throat, it felt as if a blockage had been cleared.

Moreover, the subtle aroma of tea leaves lingered in the aftertaste, lifting his spirits.

However, Arian’s expression twisted at the oddity of drinking the tea, which had been painstakingly brewed, cold.

“I will never make tea for you again.”

“No, your tea tastes better cold.”

Of course, he knew it wasn’t polite, but wasn’t tea just a matter of personal preference?

What was wrong with enjoying a preference according to one’s taste?

Besides, drinking tea hot was something only those with plenty of leisure time did.

For someone like him, who was always short on time, such leisure was a luxury.

In truth, despite Arian’s words, he was sure she would make tea for him again, so he wasn’t particularly worried.

Well, he was feeling more tired than usual, so maybe he should stretch.

As he thought this and stretched his arms toward the ceiling, a thought suddenly occurred to Franz.

‘If the saintess has received the letter by now…’

Could there be any changes in the guide window?

Franz, half in doubt, summoned the guide window in the air.

『Save the world from the villainesses who will lead it to ruin!

Hero Yuna (0.00%)

Saintess Justia (1.00%)

Elf Archer Hera (0.00%)

If you fail, the world will be destroyed!』

Surprisingly, just by sending the letter, the saintess’s percentage had increased.

He didn’t know what criteria it was based on, but it felt good to have taken a step closer to saving the world.

But wasn’t it a bit too stingy to increase it by just 1%?

He was risking his life, so couldn’t they be a bit more generous?

Anyway, he would think about the next steps after receiving a reply from the saintess.

Thinking this, Franz flipped through the documents and let out a chuckle.

『Request for support in relief activities for a village damaged by monsters

Additional information – The saintess herself will be attending the event.』

There was no need to wait for a reply anymore.

Since the saintess herself was coming, he would have to match her level.

Franz moved his pen and wrote his name on the list of support magicians.

If Arian knew, she would surely make a fuss, but saving the world is more important than the documents in front of him.

* * * * *

The next day.

Franz arrived at St. Serpia Cathedral for the first time in a long while.

And he faced the Saintess.

“Long time no see.”

“Huh…? Why are you here…?”

The Saintess’s eyes widened.