To Hell with Being a Saint, I’m a Doctor
Chapter 45: The Switched Journey (4)

While dissuading the enthusiastic knights who were keen to pitch their own tents, Ray sighed in relief as he successfully erected his tent.

As time passed, their eagerness to demonstrate their loyalty seemed to grow more intense.

Given their focus on faith and loyalty, it was expected, but it was starting to become a bit overwhelming.

As per his routine, he kindled a fire, placed stones inside, and set a pot on top, ready to make porridge.

Eating porridge all day was quite a task, but he only had to bear it until the next day.

Since they had journeyed at a swift pace, they should be able to reach the Silos Duchy by the following afternoon.

While he watched the porridge simmer, Iriel approached him.

“You’re making porridge.”

The unusual symptoms she had displayed during the day were no longer evident, much to Ray’s relief.

In her hand was the bowl Ray had given her earlier, seemingly determined to get some porridge.

Seeing this, Ray chuckled and asked her,

“Do you want some?”

“Yes, please.”

Her reply was so prompt as if she would have been upset had he not asked.

He took the bowl from her, served an appropriate amount, and handed it back.

Observing her hold the bowl with both hands and blow on it to cool the porridge brought a smile to his face.

It was amusing to imagine the Saintess rushing over here with a bowl in her hand.

Iriel, continuing to giggle while consuming the porridge, cast a sidelong glance at him.

“Why?”

“No, haha. The way your cheeks puff out while you’re eating makes you look like a hamster. Hahaha.” Sᴇaʀch* Thᴇ N0vᴇlFirᴇ.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of nøvels early and in the highest quality.

“A hamster?”

Apparently, there were no hamsters here.

Puffing out her cheeks, she said.

“Is that an insult?”

“Why? Are you planning to report me to the heresy inquisitor? Hahaha.”

“…Pfft.”

She must have found it amusing as well.

But maintaining her dignity, she immediately resumed a neutral expression after laughing.

“…Don’t tease me.”

“Just eat. We should reach by tomorrow, so you better sleep early.”

“I know.”

Iriel spoke, turning her head.

Ray also gazed at the sky while eating his porridge.

The surroundings remained noisy, and the fire lit up the area.

A lot had transpired in just one day.

The way people perceived and treated him differed from the previous day, yet the night sky stayed the same.

The blue and orange lights blended with the dark purple backdrop, and the jewels strewn across the sky reminded him that this place was not Earth.

This view was something one couldn’t purchase with money on Earth.

At that moment, a meteor streaked across the sky.

Iriel, observing the meteor, spoke.

“It’s a meteor.”

At her words, an unexplainable nostalgia surged within him.

His name in the modern world was also ‘Meteor’.

Even though it was a homonym for his name, it felt strange to be addressed as such.

‘I guess I’ve adapted to this place.’

It seemed like he had forgotten his name since he hadn’t been referred to by it for some time.

She laughed bitterly and continued to stare at the sky.

Then, suddenly, she recalled something.

“Right. The book I read mentioned that if you make a wish before a shooting star falls, it will come true.”

Iriel responded to her casual remark.

“…!”

She quickly clasped her hands together in prayer.

It was a moment when the saint succumbed to superstition.

As soon as the prayer concluded, she cleared her throat and spoke.

“Ahem. In the empire, they claim that those who witness a shooting star with someone will experience a happy death. Of course, I don’t believe it.”

A happy death. Ray contemplated Iriel’s words.

‘What indeed is a happy death?’

Everyone dies. Despite having saved numerous lives, he wasn’t sure if there was such a thing as a happy death.

A death after accomplishing something. A death that saved someone. There might be various kinds, but is there truly such a thing as a ‘happy death’?

No. In his view, it was merely ‘a better death.’

Everyone felt regret at the time of death, even those who had attempted suicide.

A happy death did not exist. That was his conclusion.

He agreed with Iriel’s opinion.

“It’s hard to believe.”

After riding for another half day, they finally arrived at the Duchy of Sillos.

Though it was hard to call it a border, there was certainly a border-like division between the Kingdom of Sillia and the Duchy of Sillos.

It was because the Kingdom of Sillia had recognized it as a separate state.

When the large troop approached them, the border guards felt the tension and said,

“State your business, please.”

Iriel quietly showed them a personal letter sealed with the seal of Deogard.

After confirming the letter, the guards swallowed their shock and quickly made way.

“Whoa! Please come in!”

They opened the way, and they finally entered the territory of the Duchy of Sillos.

As they arrived, their shoulders seemed to drop in relief.

Seeing their demeanor, Geol, the shrine’s priest, warned the dispatched soldiers.

“Stay alert until we enter the castle!”

With discipline, the soldiers tensed up again and answered in unison.

“Yes!”

“Yes!”

“Yes!”

Finally, they had arrived in the territory of the Duke of Sillos.

Upon arriving at the castle, attendants who seemed to have been prepared in advance rushed to their aid.

They guided them to where they would be staying and stood by to assist the weary group.

The Grand Duke of Sillos, considering their fatigue, did not immediately call upon them.

Ray found this to his liking.

Normally, nobles would resolve their business regardless of others’ fatigue.

But this man Sillos was different.

Whether it was because the other party was a holy nation, and both Iriel and he were present, or because Sillos was simply considerate, he didn’t know.

Ray, whose fatigue had accumulated to its peak, immediately entered the room he was guided to and washed himself.

Even though he had the ability to cleanse himself with magic, he found physical washing more satisfying.

He changed into the clothes that the attendant had prepared and lay down on the bed, immediately feeling his body unwind.

A sense of comfort and coziness wrapped around him, and he had no desire to do anything else.

Just then, the last noise he wanted to hear echoed through the room.

Knock- Knock-

“Saint, are you asleep?”

Ray furrowed his brows.

It wasn’t particularly late, but it was indeed bedtime.

What could possibly be the issue at this hour?

While still lying down, Ray responded.

“I’m sleeping.”

A disgruntled voice echoed from behind the door.

“But you’re still awake, aren’t you?”

Despite the exhaustion he felt, Ray got up and opened the door to find her standing there, smiling.

Suppressing a yawn, Ray asked,

“What do you want?”

“I need to discuss something about the Grand Duke.”

It was quite annoying to see her on her tiptoes, peering around the room.

Ray squinted his eyes and asked,

“What are you looking for?”

“Oh, just checking if there might be any disturbances that could bother the Saint.”

“There won’t be any.”

“May I come in for a moment?”

She was already halfway through the door as she asked.

The impression Ray had of her from their first meeting had already been half shattered, so this wasn’t surprising.

Once inside the room, Iriel carefully scanned the surroundings before pointing at a chair and inviting him to sit.

“Please, have a seat.”

“It’s hard to tell who the owner is.”

Had the roles of guest and host been reversed? Given her current casual demeanor, it seemed fitting.

Ray pulled out a chair and sat down. Iriel then cast something that resembled holy power.

It appeared to be a silent spell designed to block out any surrounding noise.

What was she about to say that required such serious preparation?

‘Is it something that shouldn’t reach the Grand Duke’s ears?’

Her thoughts seemed to coincide with his, and Iriel began to speak softly.

“The Grand Duke should not be made aware of this…”

“What is it?”

Why had she told him, whose status as a saint was not yet firmly established?

This made him curious.

“The Grand Duke had clearly stated that his daughter was ill. But we arrived here early in the evening… It’s not a time when we can’t be called upon.”

Ray continued to look at Iriel without responding, and she continued.

“And yet, he didn’t call us. His daughter is ill, but… The Grand Duke has one daughter and one son. So, either the daughter’s illness isn’t as severe as we thought or…”

“…He plans to use his daughter’s illness diplomatically? After all, the heir will be the son, so there’s no problem…”

She seemed slightly surprised by his sharp words.

“That’s right.”

Could someone really use their daughter like that? Ray asked,

“Do many nobles use their children this way?”

“Not many, but… It’s also not rare.”

Incredible. Selling off their children when there was nothing else to sell. The Grand Duke might not be doing that, but if it was true, he was a scoundrel.

Before Ray could say anything, she continued,

“If that’s the case, the Grand Duke will undoubtedly use all sorts of means against the Saint. It’s just a hypothesis, but it doesn’t hurt to be cautious.”

Now he understood.

The reason she was telling him all this without a solid foundation. And to make sure he was aware of the situation and could respond accordingly.

Certainly, taking advantage of the current Saintess, who had everything in place, would be harder than exploiting the new Saint, who looked young and inexperienced.

Seeing Ray deep in thought, she chuckled.

“Don’t think too deeply about it. I came here today just to tell you to be careful.”

“That’s quite a significant event for just a warning, don’t you think?”

“Eh, I trust the Saint will handle it well.”

With a slight wink, Iriel rose from her seat.

“I should go now. It doesn’t look good for the Saint and the Saintess to be alone at this late hour. Goodnight, Saint.”

After the rapid-fire exchange, Ray waved his hand, watching her leave before he plunged back into his thoughts.

Ray reclined on the bed.

‘Would he really use his own daughter as a pawn to gain something from me? I don’t possess any power yet.’

Although he held the status and basic rights of a Saint, he was still ignorant about these “rights.”

To be exploited, one needed to have something of value.

But all he possessed was the backpack he had brought from home.

He lacked status, connections, and wealth. If the truth of his exploitation became public, it would undoubtedly stir up trouble.

Ray dismissed his spiraling thoughts with a shake of his head.

‘She came to warn me to be careful, so there’s no need to overthink it.’

Once more, he shook his head to dispel his thoughts and, while lying on the bed, succumbed to sleep.

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