To Hell with Being a Saint, I’m a Doctor

Chapter 89: The Unending Rain (3)

Where were the undead?

By the time the support troops from the small kingdoms around the Holy Kingdom, Beibon Kingdom, and Gleyman Kingdom, arrived at the border of the Holy Kingdom, the battle had already ended.

The sight of the land soaked in black blood was all that greeted the numerous troops they had brought, leaving them bewildered.

They were met by Heor, Bael, and the captain of the guards, Kain.

Heor greeted them as their representative.

Nice to meet you. I am Heor, the commander of the Holy Kingdoms Third Knight Order.

I am Geyman, the commander of the First Knight Order from Beibon Kingdom.

First Knight Order Commander from Gleyman Kingdom, Klein, and

Likewise, the commander of the Second Magic Corps from Gleyman Kingdom, Philia.

We sincerely thank you for coming a long way for the Holy Kingdom.

No problem. The resurrection of the Necromancer was not just a problem for the Holy Kingdom.

Soon, troops from the Lesian Empire were to arrive as well. But Where was the Necromancer?

When Geyman asked cautiously, everyones eyes focused.

Given that they had anticipated a fierce battlefield and had planned numerous operations before arriving, their perplexity was all the more significant.

Heor scratched the bridge of his nose awkwardly.

Speak up now, man!

As everyone waited for his lips to part, Kain touched the back of his neck and then spoke.

The thing is We had already caught him. The Necromancer

Yes?

What did that mean?

The Necromancer was no mere monster like Kobolds or Goblins. How had they caught him?

I find it hard to understand. Youre saying you had already caught the Necromancer, but what does that

Klein from Gleyman Kingdom asked as if interrogating, but his words trailed off.

This was because Bael had brought in the bound Necromancer in advance.

He was already frozen in mana, and just in case, they had also tied him up with ropes.

Upon seeing this, their jaws dropped.

The overwhelming magical aura that surrounded them was clearly not that of some lowly black magician.

It was undoubtedly the Necromancer!

Geyman trembled as he asked,

Who on earth defeated the Necromancer?

It was our Holy Kingdoms saint.

At Heors words, Klein furrowed his brows slightly.

The saint?

Yes.

According to what Klein had heard, the saint wasnt even twenty years old.

How had he defeated the Necromancer?

Perhaps with the divine power received from God?

Indeed, if it was divine power, which was antithetical to magic, then it wasnt entirely impossible. Moreover, if they had deployed troops in front of them and used them to attack only the Necromancer, then the possibility increased a bit.

But even in the era of magic, there were saints. They had been killed by the Necromancer on the battlefield, though.

But how could a young saint have subdued the Necromancer?

Leaving Klein aside, Geyman nodded.

You worked together with the saint to capture the Necromancer. That is truly admirable.

At his words, not only Heor, but also Bael and Kain fell silent.

As they remained silent, Bael sternly spoke.

The Necromancer was defeated solely by our saint.

Yes?

What did that mean!

The mysterious sound led them, the reinforcements, into confusion as they plunged deeper into the labyrinth.

How can you catch the Necromancer alone?

Not only the Swordmaster, but also the 6th Circle Master, who represented the limit of human capability, found it impossible to have a full-scale confrontation with the Necromancer.

If they dared to attack, they would be turned into pulp by the Death Knight.

How could they possibly subdue the Necromancer, who was surrounded by countless undead and protected by them?

Geyman was puzzled, and Bael answered him.

Maybe as I see it, through magic

Magic?

Philia, the commander of the magic legion of the Glayman Kingdom, who had been quietly listening, asked with a frown.

How did you eradicate the undead with magic?

Undead were known as the natural enemies of magicians.

No matter how much magic power they poured into attacks, how could they have subdued the moving undead with magic?

Furthermore, the one using magic was none other than the Saint.

How could the Saint, who should have possessed divine power, use mana?

If the opposing divine power and mana circulated together, the body wouldnt have been able to handle the pressure and would have exploded.

It might have been possible if you created about a thousand fireballs

A thousand fireballs do you realize how absurd that sounds? Philia asked with a slightly annoyed tone.

But Bael was simply telling the truth about what he had witnessed.

It was true, and in reality, after launching a thousand fireballs, the undead had disappeared without a trace and couldnt easily revive.

But for them, who didnt know this fact, they could only think that the holy kingdom was hiding something from them.

A thousand fireballs? It was an impossible task even for magicians, let alone a 6th Circle sorcerer.

And a young Saint accomplished that? Who would have believed that!

Philia, Gayman, and Klein started making their own guesses.

Is there someone in the Holy Kingdom who can subdue the Necromancer?

Maybe they used the Saint as an excuse to hide that weapon.

Its strange. It doesnt seem like theyre lying but did they think we would believe such an outrageous story?

When they thought about the impossible task again, it somehow made sense.

There was just one day left for them to prove their thoughts wrong.

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With Rays victory, the morale of their troops skyrocketed.

Wow!

The Saint has won!

It wasnt just the ordinary soldiers, but also the commanding officers who felt the same way.

The squad leaders and platoon leaders gave orders to the soldiers.

Capture all the rebels and put them in prison!

Dont let a single one escape!

Wow!

Boom-

They charged in with a tremendous noise.

Contrarily, the rebels morale drastically dropped.

They had already lost in terms of justification, and seeing their commander, Duke Jahad, defeated, they had no remaining will to fight.

They were captured one by one.

For those who had already lost the will to fight, futile resistance led only to death.

Therefore, they showed no significant resistance.

However, some tried to escape or resist.

They were thoroughly made examples of by being put to death.

Now, may I go?

Of course. Who do you think we should thank for this?

Iriel narrowed one eye at Rays words.

Zik looked up at him with more respect than before, bowing deeply from his seat.

Forgive me for not following you to the battlefield.

Theres nothing to forgive.

Ray chuckled, waved his hand, and disappeared into Seleronia Castle.

He left immediately after dealing with the matter because of Mary.

He had left Mary in his mansion as she could have been in danger again at any time.

The battlefield was mostly cleared up, and all that was left was to suppress the remnants.

It was a rebellion that had arisen all over the Holy Kingdom, so suppressing it would take some time.

Soon, reinforcements will arrive The rebellion will be handled somehow.

After returning to the castle, he went straight to his mansion, where Euclid waited for him at the entrance.

Have you returned, Saint?

Yes. Hows Mary?

Shes asleep.

Does she seem okay?

Yes. She seems to have calmed down somewhat. May I ask why you brought this child here?

Maid.

Pardon?

Euclids fine eyebrows twitched slightly.

Ray chuckled at her expression and shook his head.

Im half serious. I was thinking of leaving her with you.

Leaving her with me

Leaving her with herself meant he intended to use Mary as a maid!

Before I saved her, she saw a knight dead where she was. Mary probably did it. I noticed a murderous intent in her eyes. She had the nature of an assassin.

She had quite the skills, huh?

No. She didnt even know how to properly use mana.

Didnt you just say she killed a knight?

I meant she killed him without using mana.

Could a normal girl kill a knight who had trained in mana and swordsmanship?

Was that even realistically possible?

But having Ray, an unreal entity who looked like he had gathered all unreal existences and doubled in size, made her nod in agreement.

That made sense But why did you decide to leave her to me?

Among the people I knew, you were the most suitable person to teach someone.

It wasnt a stretch to think that way.

There was Zik, whose head was filled with loyalty and swordsmanship, and Saint Iriel, who was a fool (from Rays perspective) and didnt even know how to properly teach.

There were other houses that claimed to secretly protect him without even showing their faces.

He couldnt leave Mary to them.

By process of elimination, Euclid was obviously the right person.

At Rays words, Euclid blushed slightly.

Her expressionless eyes widened a little, and her mouth opened slightly.

Did she have a quite cute side?

It felt like looking at a younger sister with not much age difference.

After a brief sigh, Euclid spoke again, maintaining her expressionless face.

If the Saint left her to me, I had no choice but to follow your command, but What exactly should I teach her?

Etiquette should be fine, right? Oh, but I would like her to be able to protect herself at least.

Understood. I will start tomorrow then.

Good. The rebellion forces should subside somewhat, so it should be fine Ill head back to my room now.

Rest peacefully.

Receiving Euclids greeting, Ray moved towards his room.

Even as he moved quietly, he intentionally released mana secretly.

He pulled numerous strands of mana, detected the surroundings, and sent them in all directions to avoid missing any signs of presence.

Soon, he sensed a faint presence.

As expected, they were hard to find.

Upon entering the room, he felt someone had followed him and moved to the terrace on one side of the room.

Looking down at the battle outside the window, Ray spoke quietly.

Show yourself now.

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