Chapter 29

At the count’s wailing, the tear-streaked face of the Countess twisted in shock and confusion.

But no matter how surprised she was, it couldn’t compare to the astonishment of their son, Henry.

Henry stood there, mouth agape, staring at his father, who was sobbing uncontrollably.

But it didn’t matter.

With his Honesty stat maxed out at 100%, the count’s lips refused to stop moving.

“Your talent was extraordinary!!! Since childhood, you’ve been called a genius!! I never doubted that you would inherit the family business and build an even greater empire than I ever could!! But music?! Why in the world would you choose music, something that doesn’t even make money?! Don’t you feel like you’re wasting your talent?! That’s why I scolded you!!”

The count clutched his chest tightly.

Perhaps it was the sheer sorrow in his expression that made Henry hesitate, his body wavering as he rose from his seat.

“F-Father…”

“I only wanted you to come to your senses and carry on the family name!! You have more talent than I do! You are my proud son!! That’s why I pressured you—because I desperately wished for you to continue our legacy! But now, I regret it!! Why did you do it?! Why did you hang yourself in front of your parents!! How could you—how could you do that to us!! Not a single day has been joyful since you died, Henry! Not a single day!!!”

“Dear!!”

The Countess threw her arms around the count, and together, they wept bitterly.

But the count’s desperate confession did not stop.

“You don’t have to continue the family business anymore. I just… I just want you to live as my son, Henry…! Call me a demon if you must! Hate me if you want! But please, my son! Just live! Don’t die—just stay alive, healthy, that’s all I ask!!!”

Henry’s expression wavered as he watched his father wail.

He hesitated for a long moment before turning his head away.

“…It’s too late. It’s already too late…”

Ah, for fuck’s sake!!

This stubborn little brat!!

You too, damn it, just—!!!

[Maxing out Honesty stat to the highest level!!]

“I wanted to be a son my father could be proud of!!!”

Henry collapsed to the ground, sobbing.

Now, it was his father, Count Louboutin, who was stunned.

“I just… I just wanted to make you happy by doing what I’m good at!! I can’t live without music!! I only ever felt truly alive when playing my instruments!! I wanted to become the most famous, the most successful musician in the world so I could support you!! I wanted to hear you say you were proud of me!!”

“You were always my pride!! Not once did I ever think otherwise!! Then go! Do your music! If that is what makes your soul come alive, then follow it, my son!! Nothing else matters anymore! I only need you!! I just need you!!”

“Then why!! Why didn’t you ever say that before?! Why!!!”

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, my son!!”

Henry threw himself into his father’s arms.

And the three of them—the count, the Countess, and their son—sobbed together.

I quietly lifted the Absolute Hypnosis I had placed on both father and son.

Then, I simply waited for them to finish crying.

Only after a long while, when they had completely exhausted their tears, did they slowly rise from the floor.

“…This is embarrassing, my Saint .”

With swollen eyes, the count muttered sheepishly.

I shook my head with a smile.

“Not at all, my lord. When you suppress love for each other, it only rots inside. Be honest with your feelings from now on, just like today. Good things are meant to be shared.”

“…I will. I swear it. Thank you.”

“Come here.”

I took the hands of the count and Countess.

After all, their son had attempted suicide.

There was no way their bodies were in normal condition.

As expected, the Countess had developed issues with her stomach and digestive system, while the count was suffering from hair loss and severe vision impairment.

I healed all of it.

“Ah…!”

“S-Saint…!”

“Do not hate each other. Stay together. If you try to understand and yield to one another, your lives will only grow richer.”

“Thank you! Thank you, Saint Amael !!”

“And do not suffocate your son. Clay does not retain its shape when squeezed too tightly—it only crumbles under pressure.”

“I was a fool, Saint!!”

I turned my gaze from the tearful father to the son.

“Do not give up on music. But at the same time, do not abandon the family business either.”
The arts are tough.

I mean, come on. It’s not like he has YouTube or dedicated music platforms to make things easier.

Even with genius-level talent, making a living off of music alone would be brutal.

“Instead of choosing between the two, why not combine your music with the family business? 
Imagine a carriage that plays music while in motion. Wouldn’t that be incredible?”

Henry’s eyes widened. His entire body trembled.

As if a brilliant revelation had just struck him.

“T-Thank you! Saint!! Thank you!! I will never forget your words!!”

With a satisfied smile, I stepped back from the family.

“I will be taking my leave now.”

“S-Saint!! At least stay for a meal—!”

No, I’m good.

After all that, you need time to actually talk as a family.

Besides, you’re already healed.

Which means you’re no longer my clients.

Instead, go out into society and spread the word about me.

That Way, Other Nobles Will Seek Me Out!

That way, I’ll remain indispensable to noble families!

“I will take my leave now. May your home always be filled with laughter.”

“Thank you! Thank you!!”

After exchanging farewells, I left the noble household.

Phew!

That should be enough.

Now, rumors will spread. Other nobles will hear of me and seek me out.

And naturally, I’ll become the exclusive Saint of noble families.

When that happens, the commoners will start cursing my name and leave me alone.

Even Old Yodel will turn away from me.

Even the members of Lilia’s Order.

That’s perfect!!

Now, I’m finally, completely free from divine punishment!!


After the Saint Left…

The Louboutin family shared a quiet meal together for the first time in a long while.

Perhaps it was because they had finally let out all their tears.

Or maybe it was because the Saint had healed all their physical ailments.

Either way, the emotional scars that had built up over the years felt as if they had been washed away completely.

“Father.”

“Yes, Henry. Speak.”

“It might be too late… but even now, I’d like to inherit the automobile business. I will study and dedicate myself to continuing our family’s legacy.”

“No, you don’t have to say that just to make me happy, Henry. Do what you truly want. If you wish to pursue music, then do so.”

“No, it’s not that. I just… I can’t stop thinking about what the Saint said. A car that plays music. A vehicle where people can listen to music while they drive. Don’t you think that’s a good idea?”

The count, who had been smiling fondly, suddenly grew serious.

“Indeed… we need a new distinguishing feature. That could be an interesting direction.”

“What would we need to make it possible to listen to music inside a car?”

“We’d need to make the phonograph much smaller—small enough to fit inside a vehicle. And if people only have access to one or two songs, they’ll get bored. We’d need a way for them to choose from a variety of songs.”

“It has to be compact. It has to be much smaller than a regular phonograph and far easier to handle.”

“Should we try miniaturizing a jukebox and installing it in the car?”

“That’s not a bad idea. But we need a more fundamental solution. We need a small, portable music storage device—something lightweight, convenient to carry, and with clearer audio than a phonograph.”

As father and son passionately exchanged ideas, the Countess smiled warmly.

“It’s a wonderful sight. Truly. The two of you… Ah, I can’t believe this is real. I never thought we’d get the chance to share a meal as a family again.”

At her words, the count chuckled.

“My son, before we start developing a car that plays music, I believe we have a more pressing matter—to repay the Saint for his kindness.”

“Agreed. Didn’t he say he wanted to restore District 3 of the slums?”

“Yes. Here’s what I’m thinking.”

“What is it?”

“Let’s build a new tire factory there. The location isn’t bad. It’s been neglected simply because it’s a crime-ridden area, but if we can ensure security, District 51 is actually the closest point connecting the capital to the outside.”

“Now that I think about it—you’re right!”

“We import our tire materials from the Tramata Kingdom. If we use District 51 as a transit point, it’ll significantly shorten the transportation route to the capital! Even aside from repaying the Saint, it’s a solid business move!”

Henry and the Countess both nodded.

“That’s not a bad idea! I really like it!”

“I’ll arrange a meeting with Jonathan Karma first thing tomorrow. We need to discuss this with him.”

The count of Louboutin kept his word.

The very next day, he sought out Jonathan Karma.

And the moment he explained his plan, Jonathan’s face lit up with excitement.

“Hahaha! This is excellent! Please, go through with it! If you do, I can supply the elixir needed for factory operations at half the market price!”

“Half price?”

“Considering the location, we can even set up a direct underground pipeline for elixir supply. If you establish your factory in District 3 of the slums, I can provide the elixir at a significantly reduced cost.”

The count’s eyes darted around rapidly.

His business instincts were tingling.

“You’d better keep that promise.”

That very day, the count completely overhauled his plans for the tire factory.

Factories required massive amounts of elixir daily for operation.

If he could get it at half price, the business would be incredibly profitable.

The news spread like wildfire.

Word got out that a factory was going to be built in the long-abandoned District 51.

Naturally, curiosity exploded.

And as expected, more and more businesses began considering opening factories in the slums.

For the government officials managing District 3, it was a mind-boggling development.

“Wait, isn’t this a huge opportunity?”

“Gather the laborers! We need workers for the factory construction!”

“To honor the Saint of Healing, we will follow his standards. Wages will match those set by Karma Company .”

One day’s wage: 1 Saled .

Jobs skyrocketed overnight.

The slum residents could now find work without much difficulty.

Factories sprouted up everywhere.

And those who had lived in crumbling homes were now being paid compensation to demolish their old houses.

With the money they received, they were able to move into the brand-new residential district being built by Karma Company.

The slums were transforming.

All because of one single Saint’s intervention.

A word unimaginable in the slums—hope—was beginning to spread.

People ate well, slept well, and had work to do.

The streets were no longer filthy, and society no longer shunned them.

Their bodies grew healthier, and more than anything, they believed that tomorrow would be different from today.

“The Saint of Healing is truly incredible. He cured my son’s illness in an instant—an illness that had plagued him for thirteen years! Not a single priest from any order had been able to treat him!!”

“I must make a donation. It would be disgraceful not to give back after experiencing such grace.”

Nobles who had heard about what happened in House Louboutin began summoning the Saint through Cecilia .

And those who witnessed miracles never forgot their debt.

They repaid him—without fail.

More donations.

More wealth poured into District 3 of the slums and the Lilia Order.

“We can’t just sit on this! Hoarding so much money would be an offense to the Goddess!!”

High Priest Yodel meticulously managed the massive influx of donations.

He sent official letters to the Lilia temples across the southern provinces, ordering them to dispatch their most skilled healers.

After all, the Saint couldn’t be expected to heal every sick person alone forever.

With the gathered priests, Yodel established a grand healing center within the Mage Tower Temple.

It was the greatest medical facility in the empire.

Rare herbs, high-grade magical potions, and cutting-edge treatments were supplied without hesitation.

“Only send the most critical patients to the Saint! Those beyond the aid of miracles and medicine! The Saint needs to rest as well!!”

A virtuous cycle.

An endless cycle of goodness.

Everyone was happy.

Except for one person.

‘No, what the fuck!! Why?! WHY?! I wanted to be a corrupt Saint who leeches off the nobles—so why isn’t anyone cursing me and leaving?! Don’t you guys feel like you’re wasting your money?! Stop donating, for fuck’s sake!!’

The only one suffering was Saint Amael, who, instead of being hated and abandoned, had now become beloved by both nobles and commoners alike.
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