Then, I was guided by a female servant to a guest room in the castle.

Wow, the royal family was awful, but as expected of a royal castle! The room sure is luxurious!

There were antique furnishings, and even a canopy bed.

I tried lying down on the bed, and it was soft and comfortable!

The royal family wanted to keep an eye on me, but I refused, so I was alone in the room. They couldn’t afford to lose the saint, anyway. So, even if they disliked me, they wouldn’t carelessly mess with me. Probably.

Even so…. that prince and princess were so rude that I ended up ranting om them! Am I really a saint? What kind of power do I have? Uhm, at times like this…

I remembered the many online novels I’d read before, and said a certain phrase.

“Open Status!”

The next moment, something like a chart of light appeared before me.

“Wow, it really worked…”

I checked my stats, delighted that the knowledge I had gained from reading web novels in high school came in handy.

• Aoba Mia
• Saint LV100
• HP: 204,733
• MP: 9,247,330
• See the details for abilities here…

In the skill column, the “here” was like a hyperlink, and when I pressed it, something like an instruction manual appeared.

How handy!

“What…? Hmm…”

Oh, so that’s how the power of the saint works…

I couldn’t go back to my world anymore, it seemed. In that case, the power of the saint was my trump card for life in this world for not being looked down upon by others and for maintaining my dignity. So, I read everything carefully…

With this… I feel like I can continue to live in this world just fine.

Considering how I had being mistreated in my previous world, this world felt pretty corrupt too. Honestly, I felt like there was no point in living sometimes.

But why should I die when they were living happily? That was just unreasonable.

“I… won’t give in to those who treat me with contempt. I’ll fight to the end.”

***

After that, I didn’t use my powers as a saint for about three days.

The princess kept nagging at me, “Use your powers!” and “Know your place!” but if she truly needed my assistance, she should have asked nicely. Why should I help her when all she ever did was lash out at me?

I tried telling her, “I’ll help you if you apologize for your rudeness,” which only enraged the princess. She said, “You should be the one apologizing!”

So, I holed myself up in my room. The people of this kingdom seemed to understand that no matter how cheeky they acted, they couldn’t win against the saint. They brought me meals that were plain by the standards of the royal castle. Incidentally, I’d seen servants in the hallways transporting much more luxurious meals, so I didn’t believe there was a food shortage. They were harassing me.

I seemed able to understand the language of this world just fine. As such, I told the maid to bring me some books. I needed to learn as much about this world as possible. That way, I could think about what to do with myself in the future.

One day, as I was spending my time like this, a dead body was rolled in front of me.

“Look, this happened because you neglected your duty as the saint.”

It seemed that the princess had a knight carry it. The floor of my room was stained with blood.

No… wait. He’s still alive.

He was so bloodied and mangled, I mistook him for a corpse. However, the man at my feet—also a knight—was still breathing, albeit faintly.

“Oh, woe are the citizens of this kingdom! If only you had used your power!”

So, she wanted to make me submit through guilt.

‘Woe are the citizens,’ she said, even though she wasn’t the victim, even though she was taking advantage of the victim.

She was trying to make me obey and gloat.

This woman—I’m sick of it!

“No way, are you going to let this pitiful knight die? You’re unfit to be a saint!”

“Yes. Die.”

The princess was speechless.

Knowing she’d just blow her top in the next moment, I went on.

“—You’re going to blame me no matter what I say, anyway!”

It’s obvious what people like you do.

The princess wanted to provoke me, lead me to say something wrong, and get all excited when it was “proven” that I was the bad guy all along.

Still… this knight is innocent.

I didn’t know a thing about who this person was, or why he was in this situation. Frankly, it didn’t matter to me what happened to him.

But even so, leaving him to die when I had the power to help would leave a bad taste in my mouth. It’d be bad for my mental health, too.

I had no choice, so I used my power to erase his paint. I did it without chanting, so no one noticed. Then, I healed only the fatal wounds—not for anyone else’s sake, but for my own.

It’d be bad if they think they can get me to cooperate through this method, after all.

Fortunately, the princess and the people around me were completely unaware of my having used my powers. Their faces went red with anger.

“Like I said many times before, nothing happening in this world is my fault! If you want my help, be nice about it! How many times do I have to repeat myself?!”

No, seriously, how many times are you going to make me say it?

“You still say that in front of a dying person?! You’re no saint, you’re just an evil wretch!”

“Why didn’t you help him, then? If you have time to criticize me, why don’t you at least try and stop the bleeding?”

“But that’s what you’re here for! I’m telling you to save this knight! I’m helping him!”

“But you aren’t. You just want to use him to make me submit.”

“I’m not a wretch like you! If I had the power of a saint, I’d have definitely saved this knight! Oh, poor thing, he’s in so much pain… If only I could take away all his pain…”

The princess got all dramatic, as if intoxicated by her own “kindness.”

If you’re that worried, why didn’t you treat his injuries?

Even without the power of the saint, she was still a princess. Couldn’t she have ordered the doctors and healers to save him?

“…I see. I’ll take your word for it, Your Highness.”

I had already reached the limit of my patience.

Words don’t work on these kinds of people.

Thanks to those people from my previous world, I became fully aware of that.

Reality wasn’t kind enough for everything to be resolved through mere words.

To begin with, a discussion could only take place if both parties had the rationality to listen to each other. If one side was so full of themselves they refused to listen to others, then it was simply a one-sided conversation.

I shouldn’t take such people seriously—there’s no use trying to reason with the unreasonable, it’ll only wear me down.

Thus, I decided to out crazy the crazy.

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