When I checked on Curtis to see what he really meant, he gave me his usual nod.
If he answered that there was no problem, then I nodded as a sign of understanding, indicating that this was indeed the case.
The demon understood people's words.
For that reason, neither Curtis nor I thought we should say anything further, lest our thoughts be read.
I took a few steps back and looked at my shaking hands.
――While thinking about what I coul do.
Meanwhile, Curtis readied his sword and headed towards the demon without any hesitation.
On either side of Curtis are Green and Blue, who were poised to attack and move forward in the same way.
The demon looked at Curtis, who was in the center with a combative expression, and the corners of her mouth lifted into a grin.
At the same time, the ends of the demon's long hair suddenly lifted up, as if it were living things.
Then, the demon's hair split into several strands and began to grow towards Curtis, as if trying to stab him.
——The demon turned parts of their bodies into weapons.
The parts vary depending on the demon, such as hair or arms, but in any case, it was stronger than an actual sword or axe.
Therefore, even if you tried to block it with a weapon, it would normally break.
However, Curtis's sword cut through all of them and flicked back the demon's hair.
The heavy thump, thud, sound of something heavy being thrown away echoes.
The moment I heard that sound—and the moment I saw Curtis fought against the demon with a sword—I felt a chill in my head.
What on earth am I doing?
I thought so with a chilling feeling, as if a sword had been pointed at my throat.
To stand there in the middle of the battlefield without helping the knights... was I still a saint?
Curtis might get hurt while I was standing there.
Because of that injury, he might become afraid of demons and began to lose his legs.
As a saint, I shouldn't have allowed a knight to experience something like that.
I bit my lip and looked at Curtis, who was fighting with the demon.
I could tell from the fact that he flicked the demon's hair back—Curtis was using techniques to strengthen his body himself.
I wondered if I, as a saint, would not help such a magnificent knight.
I mentally scolded myself and looked straight at Bird Imitator of Two Crests.
The figure of a short, female-shaped demon with an expression similar to that of a human.
...Look, she's a completely different demon from the "Demon King's right-hand man."
That demon was bigger, and there was no emotion on her face.
The moment I thought that, my body stopped shaking.
My vision suddenly opened up, and the feeling of sharpness returning to my body.
At the same time, I heard a faint sound of air being exhaled directly behind me.
I realized that the sound was Zavilia's breathing, and my heart felt warm.
"...Thank you for your concern, Zavilia. I've calmed down." (Fia)
Without looking back, I quietly thanked him while staring straight ahead.
Perhaps it was the ability he gained from being connected to me, but Zavilia must have grasped my state of confusion.
And he was positioned right behind me to protect me.
——He's a truly wonderful friends.
Curtis didn't want to put a burden on me, said that I didn't need to bother him, and headed towards the demon by himself without hesitation. Green and Blue moved to assist Curtis, even though their opponent's strength was unknown.
And while Zavilia respected my feelings and allowed me freedom, he also silently protected me.
I let out a slow breath.
As I calmed down, I realized how shaken I was and couldn't function normally.
A perfect example of this was when I saw Curtis and rushed towards him without measuring the distance between me and the enemy.
"It's okay, Fia. Even if something happens, I'll be there, and it's my role to protect my master. And if it's not my turn, Fia can use my vast magical power as much as she wants." (Zavilia)
"Thank you, Zavilia." (Fia)
...That's a wonderful dragon.
Respecting Curtis's desire to seal the demon with his own hands, I did not move and waited to see what happens.
I had to do justice to their honesty.
...Now, what is the role of the Saint?
I looked straight at the demon and quickly raised one hand.
Author's Note
Thank you for always reading!
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