When I was Fired from the Saint, for Some Reason I Tur - Chapter 1.1

“Haaah…bread is good…soup is good…”

Inside a dark prison.

I ate the simple meal that was served with my eyes shining like a dog wagging its tail.

“Because of the Divine Circlet, it was so painful that I couldn’t even taste the rice. After all, the bread in the castle is delicious even if it’s hard.”

When I muttered so, I tasted the soup deeply.

Yes. This is also slowly simmered, and the umami of the vegetables is oozing out, and it’s really delicious.

It’s also good to dip hard bread and eat it.

“For the past week, the soup has changed every day, and that alone is the best~”

A week has passed in the blink of an eye since the engagement annulment uproar.

Because I had been busy as a saint until now, my life in prison was relaxing and unexpectedly comfortable. The rice is delicious, and I don’t complain even when I’m sleeping. Well, the lack of circlets might be the biggest reason.

Let me explain a little about myself here.

It’s a saint, or a sacred forehead ornament (Divine Circlet).

First of all, my name is Presea.

The saint of this country.

My job is to create a barrier between the demon world and the human world.

Wel, I finally got fired due to the turmoil over the annulment of my engagement the other day.

I was estimated to be five years old when I was chosen as a saint.

The estimated 5 years old is because I’m an orphan and don’t really know my birthday.

The director of the orphanage gave me an irreplaceable and precious name, Presea, and my birthday too.

Although I was an orphan, I lived happily in my own way at an orphanage.

But one day, priests came from the royal capital and said, “You are the saint of this generation.”

Surprisingly, it seems that the temple has been told that I am a saint.

The country of Oracion has long been plagued by the miasma of the demon world.

The demon world is a world inhabited by ferocious demons who possess magical power.

The human world and the demon world do not exist on the same world line. However, it is said that it is a world that exists in pairs, like the front and back.

In such a demon world, like the air in the human world, there seems to be something called “miasma”. When it enters the human world, animals become ferocious and become magical beasts, and it has a bad effect on the human body, causing conflicts and criminals to increase. In order to stop such a miasma, there is an existence called “Saint”.

Saints are loved by gods and can use the power called ‘Holy Power’ to exercise the ‘authority’ given to them by gods.

The powers of a saint are “to give healing” and “to create a barrier”.

In other words, I can cure physical injuries and illnesses, put up a barrier between the demon world and the human world, and stop the miasma.

And in order to protect such saints and keep them connected to the country of Oracion, it has become the custom of this country for generations of kings and saints to marry.

I was no exception, and when I was 5 years old, I went up to the temple, and since I was 7 years old, I inherited the responsibility of maintaining the country’s barrier from the former saint, the queen.

She was a weak queen, and she became fragile at a young age.

From that day on, I became the saint who maintains the barrier, and became the fiancé of the Crown Prince, His Highness Elder.

Thanks to my training at the temple, I was able to maintain the barrier without a hitch.

However, I had two big problems.

The first one. That I had an enormous amount of latent “magical power”. “Magical power” is the filthy energy hidden within demons.

Holy power and magical power seem to have an opposite relationship.

Therefore, when wearing a Divine Circlet that amplifies the power of the saint, the magical power within my body repels it, causing severe pain to continue running through my body.

Even so, a saint must wear it.

The Divine Circlet is proof that you are a saint, and at the same time it amplifies your holy power to maintain the barrier.

That’s why I suffered from circlet pain for years.

And the second problem.

That was because I had not received the support of the nobles in general, including the crown prince.

This was due to my origin as an orphan and my high magical power.

In the Oracion Country, if you have high magical power, you will be hated as a potential criminal, and in the worst case you will be put in a prison camp or executed.

Those with magical powers can perform the dirty spell of magic, so many of the people are afraid of people with magical powers.

On top of that, if the magical power is high, the color of the hair and eyes will be different from that of ordinary people, so it will be found out immediately.

In my case, my hair is a golden color that sparkles like scattered jewels. It’s a little strange at this point, but the color of the eyes was dark pink. Magenta, should I say. Neither rabbits nor horns have the color of an ordinary person.

Because of that, it was discovered that I had magical powers, and I was not very well received by everyone. I could be said to be the worst saint in history, without any expectations, such as a saint with strong magical power.

Even so, I was enshrined as a saint because the revelation had fallen.

At this point, I was probably worried about the successor to the Queen, who was in poor health. Reluctantly, I continued to fulfill my duties as a saint.

Or rather, there was no way to escape. Because I’m being watched by the temple.

Because of the circlet, I didn’t show much facial expression, and did His Highness Elder tell me it was creepy?

Because of the pain, I wasn’t able to receive the queen’s education properly either. I was in so much pain that I couldn’t concentrate at all.

That’s why I wasn’t polite, I wasn’t educated, and people with noble blood hated me.

However, the duties of the saint were so busy that I didn’t even care about such things.

Even though it’s not easy to continue to put up barriers, there were many events such as treating injured people and making a tour of the countryside.

I thought I was going to die every day from exhaustion.

That’s why, when Himari-chan came, I thought it might be possible.

Maybe I can stop being a saint?

I don’t really know the details, but one day, it seems that Himari-chan came from another world after the proclamation that “a true saint is coming from another world” came down to the temple.

His Highness Elder became obsessed with Himari-chan, who was cute and had strong holy power.

It’s as if the threads of fate were connected.

As for Himari-chan, she actively treated injured people, interacted with nobles, and she naturally led a life like a saint.

So maybe I can stop being a saint! ? That’s what I thought.

And so it happened.

I was charged with a crime I don’t quite understand.

Luckily, Himari-chan doesn’t have magical powers, probably because she came from another world.

So even with the circlet on, she can use her holy power without pain.

She says she wants to do it herself, so I think she should do it.

However, I don’t really understand why she doesn’t want to go back to the world she was in…

“Haah. I want to eat more.”

In prison, I rubbed my stomach.

It’s delicious, but the quantity is just not enough.

I feel like I’m 80% hungry.

Oh oh that’s right, I would be very happy if there were desserts and sweets.

I want to eat chocolate.

In the temple, it was forbidden because it would give you luxury.

While rubbing my stomach, I lay down on the dirty bed.

As for why I have so much leeway, it’s all because I got the circlet.

Thanks to that, I was able to use magic power and exercise magic.

“Well, practice flying today as well?”

After resting for a while, I raised my upper body and closed my eyes.

I don’t really know if there is a system for magic.

That’s why I call it flight magic.

Soft.

Body floated into the air.

This is magic that makes the body float.

A long time ago, I was scolded at the orphanage for flying around various places like this.

“Hmm, it’s still unstable… Ugyaaaa!?”

Naturally, I hit the ceiling and screamed unintentionally.

Then the magic is cut off this time, Bang—! and falls on the bed.

“Hey, what’s that sound!?”

A sentry flies up to me and screams.

Probably because they heard me scream.

“No, it’s nothing…”

I said while rubbing my nose.

Uwaa, my not-so-high nose is getting even lower…

“…Did the fear of execution drive you crazy?”

The lookout looked at me with tears of pity.

“Look, it’s time to eat something sweet for the last supper.”

Saying that, the uncle held out something wrapped in paper through the cracks in my iron bars. It’s, it’s chocolate!

I forget the pain in my nose and jump on it.

“Uwaa, thank you, uncle!”

“… Eat carefully.”

After saying that, the old man left.

In prison, I stuff my mouth with chocolate.

Hmmm, good!

My cheeks were sore from the sweetness I haven’t had in a long time.

I wonder why my cheeks hurt when I eat delicious food.

……What, actually, it’s not the time to think lightheartedly.

“Ah, it’s finally tomorrow. I wonder if this kind of unstable flight magic will work.”

Feeling uneasy, I let out a sigh.

Lie down on the bed while biting into chocolate.

“Execution is too cruel, isn’t it?”

Yes.

Actually this is me.

Who will be executed tomorrow morning…