To Hell with Being a Saint, I’m a Doctor - Chapter 206: My Salvation (3)

As the commotion outside grew, Iriel stepped out of the inn.

“It’s noisy.”

“Well, that’s…”

Bypassing the Paladin about to report, Iriel approached the source of the noise. There, she found Ray and a strange-looking woman.

At first glance, the woman seemed to need help.

However, for some reason, the Saint stood silently, as if waiting for the woman to speak her mind.

The woman subtly moved closer and tugged at her clothes.

“What’s the matter?”

“If we start talking, it’ll be a long story.”

“Then I don’t want to hear it.”

“I like that about you.”

With the straightforward conversation, Iriel waited for her to respond.

Her expression changed constantly, indicating deep thought.

Had enough time passed for a cup of tea?

The woman then shook her head with a smile.

“…I’m honestly happy for the help, but I choose to live this way.”

“Can I ask why?”

“Changing here feels like denying my past self.”

“…I see.”

Uncharacteristically serious, Iriel asked again.

“Are you sure about this?”

At that, the woman laughed, sounding almost relieved.

“This is it for me.”

Ray wiped his hands as if he was done with the matter.

If that’s what the person involved says, then that’s that.

There was nothing more for him to add.

Yet, if she continued living on the battlefield like this, her death was almost certain.

She might be skilled, but that was only when compared to ordinary mercenaries.

Against a true expert, she would be killed in a heartbeat.

Though they had met by a mere twist of fate, knowing the truth made it uncomfortable to just leave her to die.

“Here, take this at least.”

Ray handed her a small necklace, licking his lips.

Even upon closer inspection, the necklace seemed unremarkable.

It was nothing compared to the recently seen slave’s engraved bracelet.

But to Ray, this necklace held some significance.

It wasn’t a masterpiece, but it was one of the items that held memories from his past.

He managed to create it while taking care of Aira, living in her house.

During that period, he read about magic circles and mana infusion, so he experimented with the hastily crafted necklace.

“What’s this?”

“It’s an artifact. If you feel in danger, let mana flow into the necklace. Though, it won’t last many uses before the mana is depleted.”

“Why are you giving this to me?”

Confused by her question, Ray scratched his head.

“I don’t really know. Hearing your story, I just wanted to help?”

“…I see. I’ll use it gratefully.”

She put it around her neck as she spoke.

It felt a bit rough, yet it somehow suited her well.

As she tapped the necklace, she smiled.

“It almost feels like it resembles me.”

“That wasn’t intentional.”

“…This is the first time in my life I’ve received help. I’ll repay this kindness, even if it takes a lifetime.”

Her words seemed weighty for someone just receiving a necklace.

She then produced a small badge from her belongings.

It seemed to be a valuable keepsake, affirming her identity as a mercenary.

It was likely a standard mercenary badge.

“This means a lot to me. I’d like you to hold onto it until I can repay the favor.”

“I’ll do that.”

After leaving those words and her mercenary badge behind, she vanished into the distance.

Watching her departure, Ray mumbled while examining the badge.

“Undead, huh…”

Was it some kind of title?

She did bear some resemblance to one.

He had a feeling their paths would cross again, whether on the battlefield, in the streets, or within a luxurious mansion.

Iriel extended her hand beside him.

“……?”

At her baffling gesture, he tilted his head, and she said cheekily,

“Give it to me.”

“What?”

“The necklace. I should have one too, right?”

“I don’t have one.”

At her somewhat expected response, she clasped her hands together and exclaimed,

“Wow. That’s a bit annoying.”

“You lack calcium. You always eat meat like that. Besides, you’ve been in the carriage so much lately, I think you’ve gained some weight. Go outside and exercise.”

“I haven’t gained weight! Look!”

She presented her forearm, creating a rather bizarre scene.

He looked at her with pitying eyes.

“Even a saint would gain weight eating only meat. I should make sure not to raise our Aira like that.”

The remark to an elf who must have lived hundreds of years longer than her was quite something.

Was he acting as if he were her housekeeper?

Well, physically speaking, Aira was just getting over her girlish phase.

Of course, Ray, planning to feed her well and raise her right, found such concerns trivial.

Tomorrow, they would finally arrive at Celia Castle, and he could start his journey home.

He felt a pleasant flutter in his heart, a sensation he hadn’t felt in a long time.

In her mind, countless thoughts continued to swirl.

Could she abandon this hideous face, which had defined her life, and be reborn anew?

She hadn’t pondered for long, but the answer was already clear.

Just as every scar from a sword is a badge of honor for a knight, her face was a testament to her suffering and despair, yet also a proud badge of her growth in extreme conditions.

It didn’t seem right to erase all of that and live on.

It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to change her life, but she would give the same answer no matter how many times she was asked.

Moreover, she had already forsaken her womanhood.

It had been her resolve since she was young.

Just because a good opportunity had come along, it wouldn’t change her long-standing decision.

With difficulty, she opened her mouth.

“…I’m honestly grateful for the help, but I choose to live this way.”

“May I ask why?”

The reason.

Could it be that her current self, having endured numerous experiences, seemed more beautiful than any changed appearance?

Perhaps it was just her nature to shy away from the help of others.

“Changing here feels like denying my past self.”

“…I see.”

His response was more affirmative than she had expected.

She sensed something different in that.

A sense of respect for her thoughts.

It was an experience she had never had, nor should have had, as a slave.

That small response almost brought her to tears.

“……”

With her distorted face, hiding changes in her expression was easy.

“Is that really it for you?”

A woman, who seemed to embody the world’s beauty threefold, inquired.

“This is it for me.”

She truly believed that.

She had received a favor.

He had erased the marks of servitude and freed her from the duties of a slave.

Complete freedom.

Nothing could be more luxurious for her.

She could walk anywhere, live with her shoulders back, and her head held high.

Just that felt like possessing the whole world.

And then he even gave her a magical artifact.

She couldn’t help but smile.

His generosity knew no bounds.

Yet, why did it warm her heart so much?

She had to bring out something precious she had kept hidden for so long.

An object that proved she was more than a slave to be owned, but a person.

A simple wooden mercenary badge, but it was her lifeline all this time.

‘With this, I can look forward to the future.’

Her life had been defined by the marks of servitude.

Now, she would live for herself.

Hoping to meet him again one day, to return the favor.

With that hope, she set off.

A path with no destination, but her heart raced more than it ever had.

As always, she considered herself fortunate.

This was the first help, the first salvation, she had ever received.

Inside the academy, a lecture was underway.

Initially, he had thought he was just educating some dimwits, but teaching turned out to be quite complex.

He was confident in anatomy, of course.

Furthermore, as a researcher of dark magic with extensive knowledge, he believed he could easily handle all the lectures.

However, his confidence crumbled after reading the tome left by the Lord.

The depth of knowledge was astounding.

The information was incredibly detailed.

It was so systematic that almost everything seemed familiar compared to his own experiences.

‘What is this…?’

Despite being a lich who had lived for centuries, he was taken aback.

He began flipping through the pages more rapidly.

Zik, observing from the sidelines, remarked,

“Of course. It’s the work of our Lord, so even a fool like you can understand it. If not, you’d have to atone for troubling the Lord with your death.”

Even as a lich, his body could disintegrate but not lead to true death.

His gaze remained fixed on the parchment left by Ray.

“Silence, or I will rip out that tongue of yours. This is no time for your trivial banter.”

Intelligent as he was.

Having become a high-ranking lich, his intellectual capacity had increased significantly, allowing him to memorize the entire contents of the parchment.

“Hahaha! Remarkable… If the information on this parchment is accurate, I could pursue research far beyond my current scope…”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“Kukuku. Yes, I must first complete the task the Lord assigned.”

By now, he had likely memorized everything.

But delivering the lesson smoothly was a different challenge.

Unlike Ray, who understood the fundamental reasons and causes, he had only memorized the text.

Thus, he couldn’t provide perfect answers to the students’ questions.

Although the students comprehended his explanations, he was not content with himself.

He needed to uncover better answers and achieve superior results.

As required, the lich also began studying and experimenting like the students.

Progress was slow due to the unfamiliar and complex information.

Yet, he found it enjoyable.

After living for over three hundred years, he thirsted for the vast information.

His satisfaction grew, and with it, his curiosity.

How had the Lord come to know all these things?

Despite being chosen as the Saint and overflowing with divine power, he still used mana.

He pondered this peculiar nature calmly but could deduce nothing.

A blue light flickered in his eyes.

“Lord, I’ll devote everything to you. In return, I must know all about you.”