Chapter 28
“Be honest, you bastard.”
{The doubters gathered around the prophet and asked him,
‘Why is there division between the rich and the poor? Is it due to a curse? Is
it the will of the goddess?’
The prophet answered,
‘The wealthy are blessed, but it is so that they may care for the poor.’
The doubters scoffed and replied,
‘Then why do the rich only bring suffering upon the poor? Is that also the
goddess’s will?’
The prophet answered,
’As long as the Saint has not come, the blessed will use their gifts
selfishly. But when the Saint arrives, their blessings will truly be used for
the poor.
The Saint moves the hearts of men. You will know him when you see his words
and actions.’}
Book of Grace, Chapter 13, Verse 9 -
Today, as usual, I was hard at work healing people.
At this point, I had given up.
At any moment, I felt like a lightning bolt would come crashing down from the
sky.
But there was nothing I could do.
Run away?
They’d track me down. There was some divine nonsense called the Miracle of
Pursuit—one of those goddamn miracles designed to be as infuriating as
possible.
I casually asked High Priest Yodel about it a while back, and apparently, this
miracle tracks souls. Even if I changed my face, they’d still find me.
F#ck!
Bankrupting the church wasn’t working either.
Every time I tried, the business only flourished.
I even thought about just beating people up to drive them away, but with my
luck, the people I punched would all turn out to be demon worshippers or
criminals.
It sounds insane, but considering all the bullshit I’ve been through, it’s not
impossible.
Maybe I should do something crazy.
Would that make people leave me?
If I just started running around naked, groping women, and acting like a total
scumbag…
Yeah, no.
The Goddess, who’s probably already gearing up to smite me, would take that as
the final straw. She’s been barely holding back her divine wrath as it
is.
If I tarnished her name like that, I’d be dead on the spot.
F#ck!!
I need a way to make people hate me naturally—
No public burnings.
No further pissing off the Goddess.
Just… a smooth, subtle, gradual way to make people turn their backs on me and
let me disappear.
There has to be something…
“Saint, I have a request. Will you hear me out?”
While I was busy healing the poor, Cecilia suddenly approached me and spoke in
a quiet voice.
Cecilia.
You betrayed me.
A rich young lady in her twenties is supposed to be incompetent by default!
She should be saying, “I spent 100 Saled on a new dress today! Hohoho!”
That’s how this is supposed to go.
She’s supposed to be screwing up!
Why does she keep…
Forget it.
I don’t even have the energy to be mad anymore.
“Speak.”
“I used your name to secure funding for the revitalization of Slum District 3…
I told the noble families that the Saint would also tend to their sick.”
“I see.”
“Some of them have children who have been frail since birth. Others suffer
from ailments that no amount of miracles or divine magic could cure. If
possible… could you grant them the same blessings?”
Wait.
Hold on a second.
An idea just hit me.
A corrupt saint!
Yes!
If I were truly corrupt, then naturally, I should abandon the poor and only
visit the nobles, right?
If I cling to the aristocrats and exclusively heal the wealthy, wouldn’t the
poor start whispering, “That bastard only helps rich people!”
“That greedy pig only cares about money!”
Wouldn’t they naturally leave me?!
Perfect. This is the plan.
Cecilia.
I take back what I said about you betraying me.
You’ve just handed me a lifeline!
“I will go. Lead me to those who seek my healing.”
Cecilia’s face lit up with joy.
“Understood!!!”
Yes!!
If I’m going to play the role of a corrupt saint, then obviously, I should
live lavishly in the homes of the rich!
I’m finally escaping the divine smiting route!!
“Welcome, Saint of Healing.”
Count Louboutin was the picture of a perfectly refined nobleman—middle-aged,
well-groomed, exuding wealth from head to toe.
Beside him stood a lady just as elegant, her noble aura practically shimmering
as she smiled at me.
“Jericho Amael. You may simply call me Amael.”
“Perish the thought. I would not dare. I would not want to show any disrespect
to the Grace Order.”
“For now, let us dine.”
The Living Testament of the Automobile Industry.
The owner of Louboutin Corporation.
A legendary figure who took over the automobile industry founded by his
predecessor, the former Count Louboutin, and built it into the empire’s
number-one automobile company—
Was now sitting in front of me, slicing his steak.
As I shared a carefully prepared meal with the couple, I asked them a
question.
“Who is the one I am to heal?”
“Our… son.”
“What illness does he suffer from?”
The couple hesitated to answer.
“Let’s finish our meal first! Talking about such things at the table is…
hoho!”
Lady Louboutin’s words made me feel uneasy.
Normally, when someone requests healing, they rush to bring out the sick
person immediately, begging for help.
But they were deliberately avoiding the subject.
Something was off.
I set down my fork and knife.
“Show me the patient first.”
“Saint…”
“I wish to see the patient first.”
The Louboutin couple exchanged glances. Then, realizing they could no longer
hide the truth, they bowed their heads and stood up.
“First… I must clarify something. Our son did not fall ill—his condition is
not due to any disease.”
“Then?”
They fell silent again.
Clenching their fists, their heads bowed in grief, the Count and Countess
Louboutin finally spoke, their voices trembling as they forced out the truth.
“Three years ago, our son,, hanged himself. A servant found him just in time
and cut him down, but he has remained in a coma ever since.”
“We tried everything. We brought in the most famous priests, used the best
medicines. Nothing worked. Saint…”
“The priests of the Sun Church even said… they believe our son refuses to be
healed, that he does not want to be saved. It’s unbearable… so unbearably
painful. Saint, please. Save our son.”
The weight of their words hit me like a stone.
Suicide?
Not just any illness, but suicide?
What kind of situation was this?
Well… since they were asking, I’d heal him.
But still—
Ah, whatever.
I was supposed to be playing a corrupt saint living off the nobility anyway,
right?
Might as well go all in.
I’ll heal him, spread my name among the aristocrats, and become a nobles-only
healer!
“Take me to him.”
“Please, Saint.”
Following the couple’s lead, I walked toward their son’s room.
Three years of immobility had left Henry in a miserable state.
His body had wasted away, skin clinging tightly to bone like a withered mummy.
He barely seemed alive, his chest rising and falling with weak, shallow
breaths.
“Step aside.”
The servants, who had been carefully turning and cleaning him to prevent
bedsores, backed away at my command.
I placed my hand on Henry’s forehead.
Opening my Customization Window, I examined his body—
And saw that a portion of his brain had completely blackened.
Well.
That’s easy enough.
In reality, brain surgery would be an insanely difficult procedure, but my
skills came with ridiculous automatic corrections that let a medical idiot
like me do this without a hitch.
Would you like to restore the damaged area?
See?
The system even pops up a helpful message.
Without these overpowered abilities, how the hell would I have played the role
of a Saint of Healing until now?
This was nothing.
Alright. Time to fix this.
Restoration in progress!
The dead, blackened portion of his brain slowly regenerated.
While I was at it, I figured I might as well upgrade his body.
I restored his wasted muscles, smoothened out his rough, dry skin, and even
fixed up his hair and other minor details.
And after thirty seconds—
Brain restoration complete!
Henry had been fully restored.
His eyes fluttered open.
I took a step back.
“Ah…! Ahh! Lilia!”
“Saint! Thank you! Thank you!!!”
While Count and Countess Louboutin sobbed tears of joy—
Before I could even open my mouth—
A sharp voice cut through the air.
“Why are you in my room?! Why?!”
The joyful atmosphere shattered like glass.
I turned to look at Henry.
He was crying.
But his tears were filled with hatred and resentment.
“Get out!! Get out of my sight!! I don’t want to see you!! Get out!!”
His furious screams stunned everyone into silence.
Count Louboutin, his face grave, stared at his son.
“Henry. You have been lying in that bed for three years. It is only thanks to
the Saint of Healing that you have awoken.”
“I don’t care!! Why did you save me?! Why?! I wanted to die!! I tried to kill
myself because I couldn’t stand living with disgusting bastards like you!! So
why did you bring me back?! Why?!”
Uh…
What the hell was this situation?
Instead of tears of gratitude, Countess Louboutin now wept in grief.
The Count looked lost, staring blankly at the ceiling.
“I hate you!! I hate you!! Get out!! Get out of my room!!!”
Henry’s furious screams echoed through the room.
Well.
This was a problem.
I couldn’t just say, “Well, I’ve healed your son, I’ll be on my way,” and
leave—because then the other nobles wouldn’t call for me.
And if we left him like this, he might just try to kill himself again.
No, I needed to fix this, too.
“Henry.”
“And who the hell are you, bastard?!”
…Wow. First time meeting, and that’s how he talks to me?
Still, I had to endure it.
He was a client, after all.
“Calm down.”
“Like hell I—!!”
Activating skill: Absolute Hypnosis.
“Calm down.”
The moment I spoke, Henry fell completely silent.
I looked him in the eyes and issued another command.
“Tell me—why do you spew such hatred at the parents who gave you life?”
Henry, blinking in confusion, lowered his gaze to his own hands—
As if even he didn’t understand what he was seeing.
Though Henry looked shocked and confused, he continued speaking.
“Father never once acknowledged me. I always wanted to pursue music. Music was
the only thing that made me feel like my life had meaning again. I poured my
heart into composing and performing. But every time… my father scolded me. He
told me to stop wasting time on something so unprofitable and to start
preparing to take over the family business—the automobile company.”
As he spoke, tears streamed down Henry’s face.
Count Louboutin let out a deep sigh, his expression darkening with irritation.
“One day, after a particularly heated argument, I stormed out, got drunk, and
came back late at night. And when I did… every instrument in my room, every
composition I had ever written—was gone. My father had burned them all. He
told me to wake up and start preparing to inherit the company. I couldn’t take
it anymore. That’s why…”
“You pathetic fool!! You weak, useless boy!! No matter what, how could you
resort to hanging yourself?! Your mother hasn’t had a proper night’s sleep
since that day!! She’s had to take medication just to get through the nights!!
This is all your fault! Your fragile, useless nature caused this!!”
Henry’s voice rose in response to his father’s furious words.
“That’s exactly why I wanted to die!! You’re a monster, Father!! You never
once saw me as a person—only as an heir to your goddamn business!! I hate
you!! I regret being born as the son of a demon like you!!”
“You insolent brat!!”
Count Louboutin raised his hand to strike Henry.
F#ck.
This is not how I pictured this playing out.
But there’s no choice.
I took on this job, so I’ll have to finish it properly.
Activating skill: Absolute Hypnosis!
I focused my mind and cast the spell on Count Louboutin.
And then—
I did something very, very simple.
Maximizing Honesty Levels!
“You are the person I love most in this world!! I love you more than my own
life, Henry!! The three years you were gone were hell for me!!!”
The Count, who had been about to slap his son, suddenly collapsed, sobbing
uncontrollably.
Henry, his mother, and even the servants—
All froze in shock, staring at the weeping nobleman.

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