The Saintess Wants to Runaway - Chapter 2

Today too, the day was over after I treating patients until late at night and finished praying. It was already late at night when the moon was too high.

I was hungry. For a few hours, I am unable to sleep even if I lie down in bed right now, so I opened the door to see if there was anything to eat in the kitchen.

The holiest woman in the Holy Kingdom, Julia El Rojas. Stealing Bread from the kitchen. What a great saint.

The lights were out as I went through a dark and eerie hallway to the central temple towards the kitchen, when suddenly there was a loud noise in ahead of me.

Bang!

It was the sound of something big and heavy hitting the stone wall. The sound continued. The heavy bass sounded just like a large beast hitting its head against a stone wall.

What’s going on?

The moment I was about to move to look outside, the outer wall of the temple crumbled.

“Oh my god!”

I screamed and stepped back.

What is it? War?

No, there would be no force capable of attacking the temple at this time when the continent was in a state of peace.

Assassin? If they’re here to for assassination, why do they have to attack the hallway where a harmless, poor saint like me passes by?

However, what appeared from the crack in the collapsed wall was far beyond my expectations.

It was more than that.

“No way… D, d, dragon?!”

It looked like a reptile, but it had a body that was several dozen times larger. Its black skin was glistening, and the floor thumped with every step it took. As it swung its tail, the stone statue of the temple collapsed.

It was the first time I had actually seen it, but the only thing in the world that looked like that was a dragon. It was also a particularly strong and rare dark dragon.

Golden eyes with long vertical pupils found me and turned their head towards me. Tongue fluttering through the gap between the gaping mouth seemed like it would shoot a breath in this direction at any moment.

Then.

“Ugh! Go away!”

I half collapsed and hid behind the walls of the temple.

I grumbled every day that I wanted to die, but she didn’t wish for a dragon to turn her into lumps of charcoal with its flames in the temple.

I’ve been working hard every day and I haven’t had anything good in my life yet. I don’t want to go and tear off the goddess’ hair already!

But the dragon leaned his head towards me and banged his head against the wall again. The brick cracked when it hit its head.

‘I have to use shield magic…’

I tried to concentrate as much as possible in front of the wall just before it collapsed. However, there was not much divine power left in her, who had been abused all day. Just as I was about to squeeze out my divine power to make a shield, the cracked wall completely collapsed towards me.

I ran.

“Argh!”

To die like this… Saint Julia ends her miserable life here.

She sensed the pain and closed her eyes, but even after waiting for a while, the brick did not fall on me, nor did the dragon’s breath melt me. And her body, which had lost its balance, floated lightly in the air. I opened my eyes carefully.

“Uh, huh?”

I was in the air hugging a man.

The man was neither a priest nor a holy knight. There’s no way I wouldn’t remember such a handsome man in the temple.

It’s because.

The first thing that stood out was his purple eyes. The eyes of a color resembling an amethyst looked at me, and at that moment, I looked at his face as if possessed. And the white cheeks and the softly disheveling sword.

Silver hair and clear features caught my eye. The man is was expressionless, but his beautiful eyes were as if he were in a bad mood.

I saw it.

The black clothes were unique from which country they belonged.

He wore purple earrings like his eyes on his side. The arms supporting my body were very thick and muscular. In a word, he was very handsome and fascinating.

The purple-eyed man hugged me and spoke.

“Are you okay?”

“Oh… I’m all right.”

“Coco, be careful, it’s dangerous.”

The man said to the dragon this time.

Coco? That big dark dragon’s name is Coco?

At the man’s rebuke, the Dark Dragon made a wailing sound. In front of the man, the Dark Dragon behaved like a well-tamed pet. Seeing that he behaves so calmly, the name Coco suits him well.

It seems like…

“I’m sorry to startle you. Apologize too, Coco.”

“Are you raising this dragon?”

“Yeah. You’ll be fine now since he listens to me.”

Wait, he’s a human who tamed a dark dragon?

A wild and ferocious dark dragon that disappeared from the human world with the seal of the demon king a hundred years ago?

“By the way, I want to ask you, is there anything here called the golden goddess’ reincarnation?”

The golden goddess’ reincarnation…?

Huh? It’s me…

The golden goddess’s reincarnation is me, a saint with shiny blonde hair.

It was one of the nicknames to praise Julia. The man seemed to think that she literally is the reincarnation of the goddess.

I couldn’t guess the man was thinking, so I’m as casual as possible as I looked on his face.

“Why are you looking for her? Rather, who are you and why are you here?”

“It’s…”

That was then.

“Lady Julia, step back!”

Paladins and priests rushed from the other side of the hallway. In particular, Leo, the commander of the Holy Knights, who was at the forefront, was even holding a holy sword. It’s not that I didn’t think they were coming soon, but I spoke as pitifully and pathetic as possible.

“Everyone, calm down. I am unharmed. This dragon did not harm me.”

However, the Holy Sword of the Holy Knight Commander Leo was aimed at the purple-eyed man, not the Dark Dragon. The blue energy from the sword started to kick.

“Give back the saint, Demon King Heathcliff!”

Huh? What? Devil? I doubted what I had just heard.

“It’s not enough to steal a relic, you’re even targeting the saint!”

Then I realized what the purple-eyed man was wearing.

I saw the relics imbued with the power of the goddess, the “Tears of the Goddess”.

The emperor was very fond of it.

To say how much he cares, he not only put it in a box with five layers of barriers, but also wiped it with a wet towel every morning and evening and looked at it with ecstatic eyes.

He’s like an old grandfather looking at a pair of earrings… so to speak.

Moreover, the Demon King Heathcliff was sealed a hundred years ago.

They’re not talking about the 7th Demon Lord of Darkness Heathcliff, right? Why would such a being stand in the temple at night, and even hugging me?

“You don’t realize how precious your life is.”

The purple-eyed man said in a low, cold voice.

Unlike when he spoke to me, in that sad voice.

There was magic in it. Intangible pressure overwhelmed the space.

The sensitive clergy screamed and fainted. The black and intense magic of the man enveloped the temple.

Well, it seems like he’s really the Demon King.