Episode 6
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“—Is it asleep?”
The wolfman—Mr. Raiga—(well, he is a wolf, so just Raiga is fine)—approached the fallen red dragon and sniffed at it, muttering quietly.
“Did you… do this?”
Mr. Stefan looked at me in surprise.
My head throbbed, and I answered “probably,” before sinking weakly to the ground.
—Th-thank goodness…
So when I pray, monsters actually fall asleep…!?
It was my first time praying in front of a real monster, so I was both relieved that it actually worked and completely drained from using so many prayers in a row—first to heal the soldiers and horses, and now this. My body felt like jelly.
“D-don’t just stand there! Kill it! Kill it now!”
A man suddenly popped up from a hollow in the grass beside the road, shouting as he pointed at the dragon.
“Wait—um, that dragon…”
Still sitting on the ground, I reached out my hand weakly.
“I don’t… think it felt evil,” I murmured.
Mr. Stefan sheathed his sword and gave me a gentle smile.
This person seems really nice.
I nodded, while the man kept yelling.
“Who the hell is that brat!?”
“I’m Layla. Former Saint of the Grand Temple of the Kingdom of Kiara.”
“You’re the—‘Saint’?”
Mr. Stefan’s eyes widened.
Well, to be honest, calling myself the Saint still feels presumptuous.
But it’s true—I was officially appointed as the Saint, the highest rank among the temple sisters.
“The Crown Prince told me to leave, so… here I am. Anyway,”
I met Stefan’s blue eyes directly.
“That dragon doesn’t feel… evil to me.”
He nodded thoughtfully and murmured,
“Indeed, it’s strange for a fire dragon to appear on a highway like this. Very strange.”
Then he turned to the merchant.
“Sir, do you have any idea why it might have shown up?”
“Mind your own business! Do your job as a guard—kill the damn thing, put out the fire on the wagon, grab the goods, and get the runaway horses!”
“That’s true enough,” Stefan sighed, looking at the burning wagon crackling nearby.
From the overturned cart, bolts of cloth in many colors rolled out one after another.
—Ah, a traveling cloth merchant, maybe.
I remembered seeing merchants like that spreading out their goods in the city square when I looked down from the Grand Cathedral.
So many colors of cloth. I wish I could wear a dress that vibrant someday.
It would be such a waste if they burned.
Still crouched down, I clasped my hands before my chest.
If holy magic can calm monsters and disasters—then maybe it can calm this fire too?
I began to recite a prayer.
And then—
the flames vanished, as if they had never been there at all.
