The dinner table with Captain Douglas and Saint Clare wasn’t too bad.

In the first place, if there was anything bad about having a meal with Saint Clare in the first place, what was more important was that Director Douglas’ attitude towards me had changed quite positively.

Even though it was a trick, it was an unchanging fact that I managed to get even a blow against him anyway.

That’s probably why this man stopped treating me as an annoying guest who participated in the journey and started to treat me comfortably as a military force.

“Where did you learn swordsmanship?”

“I learned how to wield it properly from the daughter of Count Arwen’s family, but I just copied the tricks of my acquaintances.”

“Hmm. The sword of the Arwen family would definitely help.”

“A mage is just imitating a swordsman, so don’t expect too much.”

“No, your final blow was definitely quite menacing. Did you ever imagine that a wizard could handle a sword? In addition, stabbing the opponent’s guard was an important strategy. Above all, considering the high-speed chanting you showed during the sparring process, your ability as a mage was excellent. For a good wizard, skill with melee weapons is enough to protect himself.”

And you have more than enough skills. Captain Douglas said that and praised me one after another.

“I didn’t get a proper answer earlier because I was in a battle, but is that staff made of a World Tree?”

“There were a few elves among my acquaintances, so I was able to receive them by chance.”

“There’s no way they gave you something made of the World Tree to the extent that you knew each other, so at least those elves must have a special regard for you.”

I had a fairly deep relationship with Xian-senpai through various ties, and most of the forest elves of the World Tree also treated me as a wise man and held me up too much, so I quietly nodded my head.

“It would have been nice if Allen had joined us for dinner.”

“The vice-captain must be very tired after riding the carriage twice a day back and forth.”

“Yeah, because you can’t forcefully call someone who says he’s tired.”

Maybe I’m confused because I won the sparring with General Douglas.

Although the captain himself, who suffered a defeat by decision, seemed to have a positive memory of the match.

“Anyway, it was a pretty good sparring for me. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt a defeat, so I feel like I’m going to have a good time. To the extent that it was enough stimulus right before embarking on a new mission.”

“If it had been a regular one-on-one match, it would have been my loss. I wouldn’t have been able to create a heavenly shield on my own by using the Holy Law like the captain.”

“As it should be, but you and I both agreed, at least it doesn’t change the fact that you just won the Dalian.”

yes, it doesn’t change

The fact that I won a battle against Captain Douglas, the strongest person in the Eurem Paladins, even though it was just once.

That alone gave the other members of the Eurem Paladins no reason to blindly refute my words and strategy, and there was a high possibility that Captain Douglas would also take my opinions seriously afterwards.

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Just being able to make it clear and move on was a undoubtedly great harvest.

… Of course, it was inevitable that another anxiety would rise in my heart due to this sparring.

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And that night.

After receiving a room in the mansion where the Eurem Paladins were garrisoned, I finished my life and prepared to go to bed.

Basically, like the Eurem Paladins, where there are many sons of nobles, the accommodation in the mansion that was rented for one night was quite good.

Apart from everything else, the fact that there was a shower in the room was a pretty great building.

Of course, it was a little regretful that I could only stay for one day and had to live in a camp or carriage for a while from tomorrow.

The moment I was about to go to bed quickly for my tired schedule the next day, I heard two light knocks outside the door.

“Who are you?”

I wondered if he was a servant, so I gave an answer, and what came back was a familiar female voice.

“It’s me, Claire.”

It seemed that Saint Clare, who had been assigned the same empty room next to me in the mansion, came to me in the middle of the night.

In fact, she could have stayed at a slightly more proper lodging in the Great Church of Rose Hill instead of the lodgings of the Holy Knights.

Saint Clare refused, saying that doing so for no reason might delay our departure, so we are staying in the next room.

Even so, I didn’t expect to visit my room right before going to bed.

I couldn’t have Saint Claire stand in front of my door forever, so I told her to come in.

“Come in, Saint Clare.”

profit. With the sound of the door, Saint Claire opened the door and entered the room.

“You’re quite bold, Mr. Conrad, that you let me into your room without hesitation in the middle of the night.”

“But wouldn’t it be impossible to keep the saintess standing in the hallway?”

“If you had just pretended to be asleep, I would have gone home on my own.”

“What if I do that for no reason and the saintess bets on me the fate of not being able to sleep?”

“… What do you think of me?”

You can’t use the power of fate to torment Mr. Conrad like that. Saint Clare puffed out her cheeks and complained.

“It was just a joke. There’s no way Saint Clare would do such a mean thing.”

As soon as I heard my words that followed, I was immediately released.

“Anyway, seeing as you fearlessly broke into my room at this time, it must mean that you have an important story to tell me.”

“… Judging from Mr. Conrad’s attitude so far, you have to be afraid to fly.”

“Yeah?”

“it’s nothing.”

Saint Clare said something sarcastically, and immediately gave a brief explanation of why she had broken into this room.

“I just want to check Mr. Conrad’s physical condition one last time before leaving.”

“… Are you talking about my condition?”

“You got off the wagon and soon after had a sparring with Captain Douglas, didn’t you? It wouldn’t be too strange if the muscles were sprained or left with unnoticed injuries.”

“In that case, couldn’t you have treated me on the spot earlier? I don’t think there’s any need to have a tryst this late at night.”

“… You don’t even think of trysts that way.”

“Of course it was a joke.”

Having a tryst with Saint Clare is the sound of being punished by the sun god.

“And if I approach Conrad on the spot to heal his wounds, at best the meaning of the sparring that Mr. Conrad did will fade.”

“Fortunately you knew. For what reason did I apply for sparring with Mr. Douglas?”

“You were trying to show Conrad-san’s skills to the Eurem Paladins, who have high pride. I’m glad that it turned out well in the end. If I go out there to see Mr. Conrad’s condition, what will the members of the Holy Knights think when they see Mr. Conrad?”

“I’d say he’s just a viscount, Confucius, wielding incomparable power under Saint Clare’s protection.”

“… hahahaha, really If you knew that well, you should have told me in advance.”

I tried to take advantage of the impromptu situation, so I couldn’t bear to tell it to Saint Clare, but it was fortunate that Saint Clare quickly figured out the meaning of my actions.

“It was a sudden thought in my head, so I didn’t have time to express it. And I thought that Saint Clare would know enough about it.”

“It feels good to be rated so highly.”

“Are you angry?”

“It’s okay, take off your top. I have to check to see if they are hurt or not.”

“… Well, yes.”

As she requested, I took off the top of my dressing gown and put it on the table.

In fact, Saint Clare had treated me several times until now, so it was of course not the first time that I showed her my upper body.

After sparring with Stella in the evaluation match, or after defeating Seely Willy at the northern monster border, etc. It’s because my consciousness wasn’t perfect when I showed it in other situations.

I knew now that there was nothing to be ashamed of showing naked, but I couldn’t help but be strangely conscious as a man and a woman.

Of course, this would mean nothing to St. Claire, who would have seen many naked upper bodies for treatment, regardless of gender.

“Are there any wounds?”

“… There doesn’t seem to be any visible wounds.”

“Is that so? I thought there must be a couple of palm prints on the backboard.”

“… If you want that, can I make it for you now?”

“I ask you to refrain from making unnecessary noises, as other people may be startled.”

Chit. Saint Clare let out a sigh of astonishment and cautiously touched the back plate.

“… Wait a minute, let me check. Don’t look this way.”

“all right.”

As soon as she finished speaking, her small, soft hand stroked my back and spread divine power evenly throughout my body.

At the same time, I felt a pleasant recovery from the minor fatigue I suffered in the battle with Captain Douglas.

… It would be nice to treat it slowly like this normally.

After remembering that most of the treatment I received while conscious was quite painful, it was a touch that made me feel comfortable.

I felt the throbbing and tiredness that remained in my back and lower back disappear. Not even the battle with Captain Douglas, but the various wounds and fatigue accumulated while practicing horseback riding with senior Xian.

“The back side is over, now turn this way. I remember how many times the captain’s sword skill brushed past me.”

“I understand, saintess.”

As soon as I turned around and met Saint Clare’s eyes, she quickly lowered her head and focused her eyes on my upper body.

Then, he took a hand emanating divine power to my chest and began to heal the scars left by the sword.

I felt a lot of gratitude to her for focusing her eyes on the minor wounds I had suffered while avoiding her gaze, and focusing on the treatment to the extent that her face blushed.

After that, Lady Claire’s hand swept through my chest, abdomen, and even my upper body.

She took something out of the pocket of her priestly robe and immediately put it on the nape of my neck.

“What is this?”

“It’s a holy water bag. It is effective for stiff shoulders.”

The thick water bag attached to the neck and part of the shoulder was shedding subtle divine power near that area.

“When I touched it for the first time in a while, my shoulders were very tight. For this kind of thing, it heals much more smoothly if you give it gently for a long time rather than injecting a lot of divine power at once.”

“Thank you for your meticulous consideration, saintess.”

“This is all over. Rest now, Mr. Conrad.”

“Good night, too, saintess.”

After saying goodbye to St. Claire, who walked out of the door slightly waving her hand with her head turned.

I put a bag of lukewarm holy water filled with divine power on the nape of my neck and went to sleep.