Chapter 50

EP.50 The Saint, the Neighbor, and the Strange Witch

Mad Warrior.

It was as if to prove that no one could claim I wasn’t the one controlling the mad warrior, only a pile of crazy misconceptions about me remained.

The secret meeting that took place on a rainy day ended up being a fiasco.

It was impossible to continue the situation, so I just left the place.

Waking up the drunk people and sending them home after the rain stopped was quite a hassle.

I was so drunk that I even felt my body was floating.

But something felt a bit regretful,

and as I walked home alone after sending everyone back, I felt even more regretful.

In the end, I bought a few more bottles of soju from the convenience store and drank them.

Although I realized the taste wasn’t the same as when I had drunk with everyone, I felt a bit gloomy.

This is,

the story of the next morning.

...

As the chirping of birds pierced my ears,

I woke up from a long sleep.

I blinked my heavy eyelids a few times and tried to get up from where I was lying,

“...”

My body felt hot.

Did I catch a cold?

I did drink a lot yesterday.

The alcohol hadn’t completely worn off,

and it seemed to have transformed into a different kind of sensation,

making me feel a bit, strange.

A truly peculiar sensation.

I thought about it again.

In short,

my body felt hot.

And as I always say, I’m weak for desire.

Suddenly, I noticed the full-length mirror between the bed and the wall.

A mirror with a broken corner.

Why was it here, when it should have been hanging in the corner of the room?

Ah.

Now that I think about it, last night...

while I was drinking alone and complaining that it wasn’t the right taste,

and then completely soaked in alcohol,

feeling a bit unsteady from the drunkenness,

I lay down on the bed and suddenly wanted to see the Saint’s face,

thinking about logging into the game,

but feeling gloomy even while sitting,

I brought the mirror over and placed it between the bed and the wall, looking at the flying blonde hair and saying, "Hehe, so pretty, so pretty," before passing out.

“...”

Crazy guy.

It’s impressive that you didn’t break the mirror while drunk.

Why does this useless memory stick in my brain and torment me?

Feeling good about yourself while looking at your own face is narcissism to a certain extent.

I felt so embarrassed, even though no one was watching.

I made eye contact with myself in the mirror.

The Saint looked beautiful even with a red face.

And I was as weak for beauty as I was for desire.

My hand moved on its own, as if enchanted.

A little, no, actually a lot,

even though quite some time had passed since I got this body,

and despite having experienced many mornings,

I still felt embarrassed.

Just a little...?

...

...

...

I was so engrossed in my act that I didn’t notice the time passing.

What pulled me out of the wave of sensations wasn’t my own will.

The doorbell kept ringing, ding dong, ding dong, from far away.

I hadn’t noticed it until now, but it must have been ringing for a few minutes.

Someone was ringing the doorbell outside.

What is it?

No one should be looking for me.

“I, I’m coming...”

I hurriedly tidied my clothes, checked that the chain was still locked, and opened the door.

There was a man with a bright red face.

He stated his business.

“N, neighbor. Um, well, you see.”

He was already mumbling with his head bowed,

but when he saw my face, he became speechless.

It was the exact expression of someone who couldn’t believe what they were seeing.

Not knowing what to say, I waited for him to speak,

and he soon regained his composure and managed to open his mouth.

“Um, could you, could you turn down the video sound a bit...?”

“Huh?”

What kind of video talk is this all of a sudden?

“It, it’s been a bit too loud lately. If you accidentally clicked on a weird site or something, I, I’m sorry.”

“...”

“I wouldn’t normally ask, but I need to concentrate right now. I, I hope you understand.”

...

...

Video.

Weird site.

The man’s words.

It’s more strange not to realize what he’s talking about.

There was no way I wouldn’t feel guilty.

Soundproofing...

Now that I think about it, it was an old building where soundproofing was impossible.

I did try to restrain myself,

but there were times when I just couldn’t hold back,

and apparently, the sound leaked out then.

“Maybe I could understand if it was for a few minutes, but it’s been almost every morning from dawn to nearly five hours. It’s, well, kind of a distraction. So...”

“...I’m sorry.”

“I, I came here, but I’m not saying anything bad.”

“Yes, yes... I’ll be more careful.”

“Thank you for understanding...”

The man left, leaving those words behind.

After he left, only embarrassment remained, rising within me.

...Embarrassing.

Embarrassing, embarrassing, embarrassing!

Am,

am I crazy?

How could I have been so engrossed that I didn’t realize the sound was leaking to the neighbor, even though it felt so good that I couldn’t help it, and the more I moaned, the harder it was to hold back, but this isn’t the point,

“...”

I need to be more restrained...

...

...

...

Goddess,

please purify this sinful flesh.

Oh.

If there is adversity, I will save you at the end.

The place where you are will become your paradise,

and through you, you will be saved at the end of the greatest despair.

I will surely take your hand.

However,

though I do not doubt your faith, I must ask again,

why do you try to save them?

The first pope, who came to the world, said,

it is not that you save them, but that they are saved by you, teaching the ignorant.

Embrace only those who have the right to be saved, not those you desire.

Is my will not important?

Truly beautiful.

A child worthy of salvation.

The earth goddess will dwell in you.

...

...

The long passage finally ended.

The nun, kneeling on the scars of the battlefield, continued to pray, her hands tightly clasped even after the goddess’s response ended.

A few tears fell from her blue pupils, staining her bright blonde hair.

Suddenly, sacred molecules appeared around her,

eventually gathering on her back.

The blessing of the goddess began to manifest as pure white wings.

The light from the wings, rising like dawn, enveloped the fallen,

and the soldiers, who had forgotten death, began to breathe and rise with renewed vigor.

* The ‘Saint’ player has activated the ultimate skill!

* Declaration of the domain of Gaia, the Earth Mother.

* No scythe of death shall touch anyone on this land as long as my daughter desires it.

* The goddess Gaia, who governs the birth of life and vitality, has descended to the mortal realm in response to the earnest call.

* Gaia immediately acts upon her child’s desire.

* A power that makes even the laws of the universe step back!

* As the souls that should have entered the cycle of rebirth returned to their bodies, the warriors who had forgotten death began to breathe and rise with renewed vigor.

* Red team players within a 100m radius of the ‘Saint’ player are immediately resurrected with 44% of their health (this varies based on total prayer time and related traits).

* Players affected by this skill: Witch Rebecca, Tomorrow’s Night Sky

The unfavorable situation for the Red team was quickly reversed.

The revival of a witch who could cast various spells on the battlefield played a significant role.

Ultimately,

the blue core was shattered almost instantly by the flood of rats with ominous colors.

[ Wow, what a move! ]

[ You’re winning this, hahaha! ]

[ Damn, is this a cheat skill? What’s with the resurrection? ]

[ If it looks like a cheat, why don’t you try it, hahaha! ]

[ Why is the host’s ultimate so fast? ]

[ It seems faster than before, even without reading the passage. ]

[ How do you cast it without reading? Haha. ]

[ You’re a pro. ]

[ Still, it’s a showy ultimate, taking almost 3.5 minutes. ]

[ But it’s really impressive, wow. ]

[ What are you talking about, hahaha? ]

[ The wings, the wings. ]

[ Not talking about the big boobs, right? ]

[ Did the big boobs get in the way? Haha. ]

[ Saint Mama... so cute... ]

[ The chat is making me feel bad, hahaha. ]

Since I started the broadcast,

I’ve developed a bit of a bad habit.

Whenever I play well, I can’t help but check the chat.

Then, comments like "Wow" and "Oh" start popping up,

and I get so caught up in the praise that I try even harder.

The first game after changing the soaked sheets ended in a great comeback victory thanks to my performance.

My face is still flushed.

I feel like I’ve just updated my black history.

How am I supposed to face the neighbor now?

I don’t usually run into him much anyway...

Let’s focus on the game.

For now.

When I pressed the victory button along with the message that I was selected as MVP, the client took me to the lobby.

I was about to start the next match when the interface flashed.

It was a friend request.

[ Witch Rebecca has sent a friend request. ]

It was a familiar nickname.

A pro player who used a unique witch build.

We often met because our ranks were similar, so the nickname was familiar.

However, as the lack of a friend request showed,

we didn’t really have a relationship.

One of the players who didn’t react much to my eccentric behavior over the past ten years.

Does he have something to say?

He must have sent the friend request for a reason.

With a light heart, I accepted the request,

and messages flooded in.

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Is he crazy?

[ Saint: Hey, hey ]

[ Saint: I’m broadcasting right now... ]

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It feels like another weird person has attached themselves,

but it’s not like it’s my imagination, right...?

Author's Note

By chance, this novel illustration appeared to commemorate the 50th episode!

Since I can only promise two episodes a week,

I wanted to show the sincerity of my passion for this work, so I decided to add another illustration.

Our protagonist is so beautiful, isn’t she? :’(

I’m really happy because the scene I really wanted to depict came out so well.

The artist... you are a god...

Actually, this novel...

isn’t the scene where the Saint revives other characters incredibly cool?

It’s a novel that starts with a beautiful blonde, blue-eyed, large-breasted Saint.

TS is my taste, and I wanted to challenge a new genre, so I mixed them together, and this novel was created.

I had a setback due to financial difficulties.

But thanks to those who didn’t forget and called me back, I was able to challenge it again,

and I thought that the best way to show my gratitude to everyone who supported and read this novel would be with a beautiful illustration.

Thinking that I should use the sponsorship money for the novel,

I withdrew all the sponsorship money and part of the settlement to commission this picture.

Thank you again to all the sponsors (bow).

I want to invest all the income from this novel into illustrations,

but the artist is busy, and more importantly, I’m in debt and have no more money...

So, please bear with me.

Thank you for always reading,

and I’ll see you next weekend!