I spent the three days following the Coming of Age Ceremony holed up in my room.
The truth was that I couldn't process too much information, so I felt relaxed and in a daze.
But, unexpectedly, this was useful in avoiding my brother.
My brother Ardio, being the genius that he was, wanted to know about my familiar contract with the Black Dragon.
Even when I talked to my brother, who was cornering me with logic one point at a time, I could only see a future where I confessed everything.
Realizing this was no good, he locked himself in his room, but what a surprise!
The noble knight known as the "Ice Knight" would never go into a woman's room without reason.
Even if the other person was his sister.
Hahaha, that's amazing! You are truly a noble "Ice Knight"!!
This morning, my father, my older brother, and my older sister were all returning to the Knights, so I finally managed to slip out of my room to see them off and head to the back of the mansion.
Staying in my room for three days cleared my mind.
I remembered the main parts of it too.
First of all, about 300 years have passed since I lived as the Great Saint.
And in this life, I was born in the same country as in my previous life.
I was a legend in my past life, and it was said that my bloodline had been passed down to the current royal family, but this was a lie. I died without ever falling in love, let alone getting married. Ah, now that I thought about it, I was feeling depressed about my grey past life...
In my previous life, everyone had magical powers, and they were divided into two groups: those who could use offensive magic and those who could use healing magic. The ratio was 1:9, with healing magicians being the overwhelming majority.
However, perhaps because the method was completely different from offensive magic, recovery magic required an enormous amount of magical power to be used. So much so that an average person with magical power would run out of magical power after using recovery magic once.
So, in my previous lives, everyone made a contract with a spirit.
By making a contract, the magical energy in the atmosphere could be used as energy, allowing one to use recovery magic with a ratio of 9 to 1 magical power.
This was just a guess, but maybe that for some reason in those 300 years, the contract with the spirit was lost.
Those who made a pact with a spirit had a pact crest engraved on the back of their hand, but I had never heard of a saint in this life having one.
…So then, where did the saint’s current power come from?
Maybe the answer was, "Descendants of the Spirit's Contractor."
Spirits were very caring.
The power of the contract was even granted to the contract holder's children, grandchildren, and so on, all those who were related by blood.
However, that power gradually weakened, so in my previous lives, they each made a contract directly with the spirits, rather than relying on the power that came from blood inheritance.
Though it was not clear when, if the contract with the spirit was lost 100 years ago, for example, the current saints' powers would be the power of the contract they made with the spirit 100 years ago, passed down to their great-grandchild or great-grandchild.
In other words, it was an extremely weak force that relied on contracts that were three or four generations old.
In the first place, unless one's ancestor made a contract with an extremely powerful spirit, they would have lost their power along the way and would not have been able to inherit it.
"When you think about it like that, it makes sense why there are so few saints in this world..."
A woman who had somehow inherited the power of a spirit contract and also happened to have an aptitude for healing magic was recognized as a "Saint" in this world.
And since almost no one in this world could use healing magic, even if the power was trivial, it would be welcomed. Yes, it made sense that the saints were worshiped.
……….
……I.
If it became known that I was a "Saint," the monster who killed me in my previous life would come looking for me...right?
That's what he declared when I was dying in his previous life.
…………………….
Yeah, I'd definitely die.
My sword skills were not good enough to repel the Demon King's right arm by myself.
My three older brothers in my previous life were hopelessly despicable, but they were also incredibly strong.
Since saints were originally specialized in healing roles, they worked well when combined with attackers.
If they charged in alone, they would surely die in vain.
"...Okay, I've decided! I'll seal my powers as the Saint until I can find three swordsmen on the same level as my older brother from my previous life to join me!"
Feeling refreshed, I looked up at the sky.
If the power of the saint could be of any use, then I would like to help.
"That's why……"
I drew my sword and bent down.
I closed my eyes and checked the magical power flowing through my body.
This is it, this is why I came to the back of the mansion in the first place.
"[Physical Strengthening]
Swinging my sword sideways, a 10-year-old tree was neatly cut in half.
"Wow, that's amazing!"
The crowd cheered as this move was something that would never have been possible before.
...Good, good, that feels good.
At this rate, maybe I could make good use of the power of the saint I gained in my previous life.
The power would decrease, and the frequency would be reduced.
If I used healing magic only with magical power, the monster that killed me in my previous life shouldn't be able to find me.
It seemed that in this life a saint was someone who could use healing magic, but in my previous life a saint was someone who made a contract with a spirit, and monsters search for saints among the remnants of spirits.
If I didn't use the power of the spirits, there would be no spirit remnants left behind, and the magic energy in the atmosphere wouldn't be disturbed. No one would notice.
"...I now understand why I was so abnormally attached to being a knight. Deep down, I knew that if I became a saint, I would be killed, so I was determined to become something other than a saint no matter what."
There were three months left until the entrance exam for the Knights.
Let's try out each of my saint's powers one by one and see what I could do.