Even Though I was the Real Saint, I was Exiledā€”Which Means my Country is Finished Translation

8. Nigel is Loved by Everyone

Thus, we arrived at Lynchgiham.

I alighted from the carriage and said goodbye to the coachman.

ā€œFrom here, I will be fine. Please relay my greetings to the Knight Leader.ā€

ā€œOf course! Who wouldā€™ve thought that Miss could use healing magic! Youā€™ve given me a good show!ā€

From there, I would ride in Nigelā€™s carriage.

By the way, I was worried about the coachmanā€™s safety, so I secretly casted a barrier magic on him.

That way, until his return to the royal capital, he wouldnā€™t encounter any monster.

ā€œThen, Eliane, letā€™s go.ā€

ā€œYes.ā€

Along with Nigel, I headed for the entrance of Lynchgiham.

Then, the carriage stopped in front of the main gate…

ā€œLord Nigel! Youā€™re safe!ā€

The gatekeeper rushed towards us as soon as he spotted Nigel.

ā€œYes, Iā€™ve managed to return safely.ā€

ā€œThatā€™s a relief! We received a report about Behemothā€™s sightings around here… everyone is quite worried about you, Nigel!ā€

ā€œActually, we did encounter the Behemoth on our way home…ā€

ā€œHuh!?ā€

ā€œWhatā€™s wrong? Somehow, we managed to escape. Also, thanks to this healerā€™s assistance, no one remained hurt in the end.ā€

Nigel gazed at me.

I realized that it was more convenient for me to be regarded as a mere ā€˜healerā€™, so I just played along.

ā€œThen thatā€™s good…! Well, everyoneā€™s waiting, please enter!ā€

ā€œThank you.ā€

Nigel thanked him and we soon entered the city of Lynchgiham.

As expected… judging from the gatekeeperā€™s reaction, Nigel seemed to be an aristocrat.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible to pass through the gate without showing some sort of documentation.

ā€œWhatā€™s wrong, Eliane? Is there something on my face?ā€

ā€œN, no…! Itā€™s nothing!ā€

When Nigel stared at my face, I reflexively averted my gaze.

What is happening to me…?

Why am I suddenly feeling bashful…?

When I was with Prince Claude, Iā€™ve never experienced these kind of feelings…

ā€œUhm… where exactly is your house, Lord Nigel?ā€

I felt awkward and shifted the topic.

ā€œItā€™s in the center of the town. Itā€™s not very far. You must be tired, but can you endure with a little bit more? I think it will be a bit noisy.ā€

ā€œ…? I understand.ā€

Usually, in the city, the closer a place was to the center, the higher the price of the land.

and his house is there… Nigel, who are you, really?

ā€œLord Nigel is back!!ā€

ā€œLord Nigel, as always, thank you!!ā€

ā€œHeā€™s as handsome as always…ā€

I saw the people of the city praising Nigel one after another…

ā€œAmazing…!ā€

I was quite surprised at the sight.

ā€œHaha… even though I told them many times thereā€™s no need to do this. I am sorry for the noise.ā€

ā€œT, thatā€™s not true…ā€

Nigel was loved by the citizensā€”

ā€”perhaps because his family was one that valued people very much.

He was truly the opposite of Prince Claude, who levied heavy tax on the citizens, and was pretty much being disliked by them due to his selfishness…

…Prince Claude never realized they hated him, though.

ā€œWhat is that tall building?ā€

Looking out of the carriage, I could make out a tall castle-like building soaring towards the sky.

ā€œThatā€™s the royal castle of Lynchgiham. The royal family lives there.ā€

ā€œHee… I see.ā€

…More importantly, the carriage was approaching the castle?

Was Nigelā€™s house set up near the castle? Maybe he was respected enough as an aristocrat by the King, hence there was that?

As we approached the castle, my doubts grew stronger.

Hm?

Huh?

…No way.

ā€œWeā€™ve reached our destination.ā€

The horse-drawn carriage stopped in front of a building.

ā€œBut, this place…ā€

ā€œThis is my house.ā€

ā€œHuh, huuuhā€”?!ā€

Surprised, I uttered a loud scream.

That was only natural.

Because we had stopped in front of the castle Nigel had described earlier.


***T/N: Ditch 1 sorry-ass prince, get 1 golden-ass prince!

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