The Human Saint Is Bored, So I Was Summoned To Another World

And so, the time for battle has come.

Truth be told, after returning from the town when the time for the long sleep has come, there was a great disturbance in the other candidates' camp. Apparently, some of the contestants became ill and started to have diarrhea.

"…"

Those Rubinforth siblings have begun their move. I need to keep my mouth shut.

So, when it was time for me to meet my opponents in the battlefield, there's not a single soul to fight.

Honestly, I'm a bit disappointed. To think that I even went to great lengths just to find gunpowder and bullets for my weapon. Haha…

Ah anyway, at least, I won't have to tire myself running around the battlefield.

"!!!"

Alright, here comes the judge.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are here to partake in this sacred tradition of our great kingdom! As you know, the Tri-Skill tournament would showcase the martial prowess, sound mind and the grace and manners of our candidates in this battlefield. The eventual winner shall receive the hand in marriage of our great Saint, Her Holiness, the Duchess of Rubinforth!"

"…" The crowd immediately went quiet.

"A-ahem…" the judge, visibly taken aback, cleared his throat to continue his speech. "It seems Her Holiness is resting for a while. But please do not be disappointed, for in her stead, the Beastman Saint, Ruro of the Wolf, graces us with her presence!"

Formal claps were heard from the crowd upon the mention of Her Fluffy Holiness' name, something that you won't hear whenever the human Saint's name is involved. I guess, that's the natural human being for you; we're utterly racist.

"…"

Well, if you guys only knew; your saint is utterly averted to bloody businesses such as this.

Yeah, yeah, this judge went on talking about the 'sacred customs' that goes along with the tourney and stuff like those. And then came the time to announce the members of the groups that would compete in the first stage of the tournament.

"In Mithril Group: the Ducal-Prince of Savoy, the Grand Prince of the Empire, the Prince of Amarth, the Prince of Shent, and the Prince of Amaranth…"

"In Gold Group: the Prince of Hareth, the High-Prince of Colveente, the Prince of Halveth, the Prince of Galad, and the Grey Knight of the East…"

"In Silver Group: the Stadtholder of Honmes, the Templar-Prince of Baltes, the Satrap of Mercia, the Prince of Calabria, and the Seneschal of Ven…"

"In Bronze Group: the King of Nerfes, the Grand Duke of Loos, the Marshal of Hern Valley, and uh…"

"…" A resounding silence was heard when the judge suddenly stopped to announce the next name on the paper he was holding. He had a confused look on his face, and he went back to the Duke's pavilion to make sure that he's reading it right.

The Duke nodded. So, the judge had no other choice but to announce the name of the last contestant.

"My apologies, ladies and gents, but the name of the last contestant in the Bronze group is some commoner named Kuro!"

"!!!"

There was a huge commotion among the ladies and nobles when they heard my name. Most of them were laughing, and some were already booing.

"Hey! Why did a commoner enter the tourney? Isn't this blasphemy?"

"YEAH! THE TOURNAMENT IS FOR THE GREAT NOBLES ONLY!"

"Such preposterous commoner! HAVE HIM GET BEATEN TO DEATH!"

"…"

The Duke then stood up to calm the unruly crowd, "My dear guests, as the head of the holy House of Rubinforth, I assure you that this will be an entertaining match! Indeed, a lone commoner from some far-away country has come and wanted to join our Tri-Skill Tournament. Though I initially refused him, I eventually consented to his application, since he liked to be beaten up so bad he's actually resorted to using the cowardly demons' weapon!"

There were a chorus of mocking laughter and jeers from the crowd. For them, a matchlock gun is 'cowardly', just like what the nobility and clerics in the late Middle Age Europe thought.

Well, I pray they stay the same in such thinking. They don't know what they are laughing at…

"…"

"Unfortunately…" the judge then resumed on his words, "For the Bronze Group, a tragedy has struck! The King of Nerfes, the Grand Duke of Loos, and the Marshal of Hern Valley suddenly got ill and had to drop from the contest."

"…"

My eyes quickly fell on the two kids who were sitting beside the Duke of Rubinforth. Their expressions remain indifferent, but for some reason, I couldn't help but to picture them having sinister smiles on their faces.

Well, I'm sorry guys from the Bronze group, we're just trying to win here, see?

"Please calm down, everyone!" the judge pleaded. "Due to this unexpected circ.u.mstance, the Duke of Rubinforth has allowed one replacement contestant to cross arms in our tournament in the Bronze Group!"

"!!!"

The crowd's ugly noise suddenly died down. It seems that announcement has appeased their thirst for blood against me. I also was surprised by it; and my eyes automatically went towards where the Rubinforth siblings sat.

Good lord, the looks on their faces tell me that they didn't expect such development either. Well, I guess I'm on my own then.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please give way to the honorable Paladin Prince of the Fire Plains!"

"!!!"

I can hear the swoons and shouts of praise from the audience the moment a dashing, yet intimidating knight-in-shining-plate-armor graced the battlefield of the Bronze Group. His arms were raised in a victorious pose, as if he knew he'll win this contest. Several of his attendants were following him, carrying his war implements.

Well, I guess I need to prepare my weapon then…

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Naturally, the audience would place their money on the candidate they think possesses the greatest potential to advance to the next round.

Hmm, let's see, I think for the Mithril group, the crowd favorite is the Imperial Prince. For Golden Group, it's Prince of Hareth. And for the Silver Group, the Seneschal of Ven has the most votes.

"…"

I guess I need not tell you who got the most votes in my Bronze Group. I did think the people never even considered that I'm a combatant…

That kind of hurts, you know…

The Paladin Prince was a rather an unlikely figure. He was taller than me, but not that tall compared to other contestants. His moderately long hair was that of golden-brown, and he wore it on a bun so that his attendants could squeeze it on his helm.

"…"

Well, his armor is pretty impressive, as I've said before. It had a shimmer that glistens brightly under the light of the sun, and his sword, spear as well as his shield were well-maintained. His horse was also wrapped in armor; his face displayed only the grimmest of expressions. Anyone who'd see him could tell that he's well-prepared for this fight.

"Are you the commoner called Kuro?" I heard him asked me.

"Nice to meet you, Commoner."

"Eh?" Honestly, I was surprised by his friendly tone, despite the seriousness of his face.

"Don't worry, I don't intend to kill you." he laughed softly, "I'm just here because the Duke himself asked me to fight and beat you."

"Oh…" That pesky Duke really wanted me to lose, huh?

"Honestly, I have a wife and a kid already, though in secret." The Paladin Prince explained to me, winking. "I have no intention of marrying our Saint, so I intend to back out of the contest once I managed to do my mission."

"I…I see…" Man, this is kind of awkward and heavy, you know. Even though he's supposedly my enemy, knowing the Paladin Prince's background is something that makes my heart waver.

After all, if things go smoothly for me, I'd be shooting a person and could possibly kill him in a real scenario.

"Ah, anyway, Kuro. I admire your courage, or foolishness, whichever you may want to put it." the Paladin commented. "You're the only commoner that I encountered in my entire life that is willing to take a stand against us, nobles. Do you really have the intention of marrying Her Holiness?"

"Nope, I don't." I gave him my honest answer. "I'm only here because I wanted to help a friend in need."

"I don't understand your reasons, but well, let's have a good fight."

"Yes, Your Highness!"

"Brave commoner, know that this humble paladin won't hold back for this contest." the Paladin Prince bowed before me, which kind of unnerved me since no noble should and would do it. It only means that this guy is actually considering me a worthy opponent. Something that is far different from the usual arrogance of most nobles that I've met so far…

"What a coincidence!" I replied confidently, getting fired up. "I have the same intention as you!"

Good lord, this would leave an ugly aftertaste when I shoot him.

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"For the Bronze Group, candidates, please step forward!" the judge called out.

The Paladin Prince and I took our steps forward and proceeded at the middle of the battlefield. The audience, composed of mostly aristocrats and esteemed commoners, watched on bleachers constructed to temporarily accommodate them.

Our group is the first one to go, since everyone was expecting it to be a short fight, thus, not worthy of much attention. Think of a boxing match back on Earth; our contest will be something of a 'warm up' for the crowd, who'll soon be going wild for the subsequent matches in the other groups.

Actually, now that I have a good look on the bleachers, I could say that most were uninterested. It is half-empty, and those who remained to watch were busy on something else. Even at the Duke's Pavilion, the host is missing, and of the two Rubinforth siblings, only William seemed to be interested of what's going to take place—I could see Sophia chatting with some noble girls not too far away from her brother.

"…"

I took one last look on my weapon, just to make sure I prepared my first shot sufficiently. Now's not the time to get pissed off at these arrogant nobles.

"Combatants, please step forward!"

We did just what the judge said. The Paladin Prince had his horse ready; on his hand was a long lance and on his hip, were a sword and a mace. The shield was attached to the iron glove on his left hand.

Man, unlike what he said before, it seems that he'd want me dead with those weapons…

I, in contrast, stepped forward with a dagger on a strap slung across my body, and the matchlock gun in my hands. I asked Sophia to light the soft match for me on both ends, so that I won't get caught unprepared should the other end's ember died down.

I think it looks like a battle between a well-armed tank versus a poor infantryman.

"…"

"The one who draws blood shall be declared the winner." The judge explained. "The contest can also be stopped if one of you yields to his opponent, or I deemed one of you as incapacitated, thus can't continue to fight. Am I understood?"

When we both signaled that we understood his instructions, the judge then stepped aside…

"FIGHT!"

And our clash is on!

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The Paladin Prince began his charge towards me on his horse. At first it was slow, then as he drew near, he increased his speed, and his lance suddenly came pointing down in my direction.

If I got hit by that lance, I think I'll be dead, even if there's a substitute doll in place…

"…"

However, I remained unmoved in my position. I could hear the angry shouts coming from what remained of the audience, egging the Paladin Prince to beat me thoroughly. And also…

"LOOK AT THE COMMONER! HE'S SO SCARED HE FORGOT TO RUN!"

"HEY, YOU BETTER RUN NOW SO WE CAN HAVE A LITTLE BIT OF FUN, YOU FOOL!"

"MAXWELL, DO US A FAVOR AND GO EASY ON HIM! LET US HAVE ENTERTAINMENT FOR A WHILE!"

These idiots were really annoying, I wish they'd just shut their mouths.

"…"

But I did my best to stay calm, even though in some sense, I'm about to get run over by a tank. I knew I couldn't fire yet at this distance. I need to make sure my shot counts, or I'll either be a laughingstock, or dead.

"!!!"

No, it's way too far just yet.

I remember a rock song about when to shoot while using a matchlock gun as a weapon. I repeatedly played it on my mind…

See the whites in their eyes, Caroleans are marching on!

See the whites in their eyes…

Fortunately, the Paladin Prince wore an open type of helmet. I could see his expression very well as he charged towards me. In any minute now, he'll be within the range of my weapon…

"BEAT HIM TO DEATH!" shout the crowd.

See the whites in their eyes…

The paladin on his charging steed seemed to be a furious tank bulldozing everything on its path. They were a terrible, yet awesome sight. Anyone who might end up in my position would be scared shitless by what they will witness; but I hanged on. Honestly, I couldn't tell what entered my mind when I agreed to join this stupid death game…

"RUN HIM OVER!"

See the whites in their eyes!

"!!!"

I quickly pulled the trigger as I turned away to protect my eyes from the blast. I aimed for the paladin as the loud explosion of burning gunpowder tore through the screams and jeers of the crowd, and the overwhelming recoil of the gun punched through my body. I almost fell down due to the excessive force.

"!!!"

I heard the horse neigh terribly, followed by a loud crash and shout. Then I opened my eyes just in time for the armored horse to hit me as it fell; it seems that my shot went to its head instead and caused the Paladin Prince to be unhorsed.

"Guh—" ACK! Good lord, the pain was terrible! The iron armor of the war steed hit me fair and square on my c.h.e.s.t, and the only thing that went in between that solid mass of steel and muscles was the dagger that I slung across my shoulders.

So this is what Her Holiness meant by painful!

Good thing that I was pushed off by the fallen horse's body instead of crushing me with its weight. So, though I'm in pain, I still managed to get up and return to the fight.

"…"

The crowds continue on their jeers and screams, but for some reasons, their shouts have changed. They were now desperate; urging the Paladin Prince to get up and finish me.

Of course, I wouldn't allow that.

Even though I'm limping and I could feel blood coming out from my mouth, I pulled myself away from the carnage. The Paladin Prince, as trained as he is, had recovered from his bad fall and was now ready with his sword and mace on both hands. His face was dirty, a result of suddenly falling on the wet grass.

"!!!"

However, I could also see his shocked expression. He just couldn't believe I just felled his horse using the cowardly 'demon weapon'.

I quickly took a gunpowder flask and began the arduous process of reloading my gun. The paladin resumed his charge, albeit a bit slower since he lost his horse. I still have considerable distance, but it is getting smaller by every second that passed, so I considered running around while loading my gun…

However, the sheer weight of the matchlock is a hindrance for me. It's either I have to hurry up in reloading, or I'll be fighting this guy using the bayonet and dagger, in which I'm hopelessly untrained.

"…"

"AAAAARRRRGGGGHHH!!!"

When he noticed that he could quickly close the distance between me and him, the Paladin Prince bolted towards me. His sword was raised to protect himself from melee attacks, and his mace was up ready to be flung down on my head to bludgeon it.

F.u.c.k, I need to hurry up!

"GET HIM NOW, MAXWELL!"

"HERE I COME!" The Paladin Prince shouted with all his might, as if it was his war cry. The screams and cheers from the angry and excited crowd was deafening…

But I never had the time notice it. I quickly emptied the gunpowder on the hole of the gun after ramming the bullet in, and desperation on my part made me quickly aim my weapon at him.

And then I saw his face…the 'whites' of his eyes…

Good lord, I don't want to kill someone…

"…"

But I'll be dead if this is a true battle!

"!!!"

I pulled the trigger, and off came another loud bang.

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The next few moments were a time of confusion, at least for me. Smoke from the burning gunpowder temporarily obscured my vision, and when I returned to reality, I noticed that the entire battlefield was quiet.

In front of me lay the bloodied Paladin Prince. His armor had a terrible hole right at the c.h.e.s.t part, and he was bleeding terribly.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry Your Highness!" I dropped my weapon and rushed towards the fallen knight. He was still conscious, yet his deathly pale look is enough to give me nightmares.

"D-don't…wo-worry!" the Paladin Prince tried to speak, "I-I'll b-be fine! It's j-just that, i-it h-hurts, terribly!"

Of course, it would. You have a gaping hole on your c.h.e.s.t after all.

His assistants had come to his side by now, with one carrying a stretcher. The substitution doll had a pronounced hole on its c.h.e.s.t part, a clear indication that it absorbed the damage that was done to the poor paladin. I looked at him again, and sighed with relief; it seemed that his normally fatal injury was healed. The horse was okay as well, even though it received a bullet straight on its head earlier, one of the Paladin Prince's attendants was leading it away from the battle site.

They should just take a rest for a while…

It was then that I came to notice that the entire battlefield was full of shocked people. They stared at me like I did something awesome, as well as terrible at the same time. Even the Duke and Sophia were silent in utter surprise after witnessing what just had happen.

I picked up my matchlock gun, and started walking away from the battlefield.

"W-wait!"

I turned around and saw the judge.

"Is this…Is this even allowed, Your Excellency?" he asked the Duke. "He just used a cowardly weapon against our noble knight!"

"YEAH! THAT'S A COWARD'S WEAPON!" Someone seconded the judge from the crowd. Soon enough, the entire audience was in uproar, and the Duke's guards had to intervene to prevent a riot from breaking out.

"!!!"

Another blast tore through the air, and the crowd suddenly became silent. All of their eyes fell on me once again, since I'm the one who fired the matchlock gun once again.

"YOU STUPID BLOODY IDIOTS!" I couldn't help but to berate them. "YOU KEEP ON SAYING 'COWARD'S WEAPON', AND 'HONOR THIS' AND 'HONOR THAT', BUT WHAT THE HELL?! YOU JUST SAW A MAN ALMOST GETTING KILLED BY THIS WEAPON AND ALL YOU COULD THINK OF IS YOUR STUPID HONOR AND FAIRNESS?!"

"…" The supposedly arrogant nobles had nothing to counter me.

"YOU MAY HAVE THE BEST KNIGHTS OR PALADINS IN YOUR EMPLOY, BUT HAVE YOU THOUGHT WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF A WAR BREAKS OUT BETWEEN YOU AND THE RACE WHO INVENTED THIS THING? LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A REAL WAR IS. THERE IS NO FAIRNESS AND HONOR IN THAT; ONLY DEATH AND BLOOD, AND THE ABILITY TO KILL MULTITUDES OF PEOPLE IN A MATTER OF WHEN YOU BLINK YOUR EYES!"

Good lord, all these shouting is making my c.h.e.s.t burn in pain. I'm having difficulty in breathing.

But I had to make these morons see reason; at least a few of them would be a good start.

"You surely lie! Don't lecture us; what do you know about war?! Real wars aren't fought in deceit!" A noble from the crowd countered me.

"THEN SO BE IT; WALLOW IN YOUR CHIVALROUS DELUSIONS! FROM WHERE I CAME FROM, WE COULD ANNIHILATE AN ENTIRE CITY IN A MATTER OF SECONDS, THAT IS, HOW FAST YOUR HEART COMPLETES A BEAT. YOU TALK OF 'REAL WAR'? THE REAL WAR YOU'RE DREAMING ABOUT ISN'T DECIDED BY CHIVALRY; IT'S WON BY KILLING AS MANY AS YOU CAN USING ANY WAY YOU CAN THINK OF!" I brandished the gun in front of them, "IF YOU WON'T BELIEVE ME, THEN ASK YOURSELVES, HOW AM I ABLE TO USE THIS WEAPON?"

"Didn't the demons teach you how to?"

"He's telling the truth!"

"!!!"

Our attention then fell on the white-haired woman with wolf ears and tail. The Beastman Saint has finally decided to intervene on my behalf.

"You all know that we Saints have the ability to read or see through your minds and hearts." Her Fluffy Holiness explained with a grim look on her face, "As scary as it may sound, but this commoner speaks the truth. I've looked into his memories."

The crowd had no counter against my statement now that the Beastman Saint had said her words. Everyone just fell quiet for quite a long time, and when they realized the futility of arguing against a Saint, they slowly exited the bleachers to take a break in preparation for the next group's fight.

I think that the advent of matchlock guns in Chersea is a hard pill to swallow…

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The next thing that I saw when I opened my eyes, I am now back in my cottage.

"…"

My eyes instinctively went around for clues as to what happened. If I remember correctly, I was standing on the middle of the battlefield, contending against the anger and disbelief of the shocked Chersean upon learning the devastating power of a matchlock gun…

"Well, your injuries aren't light, Mister Kuro."

"!!!"

It was Her Holiness, who was sitting beside my bed. Her siblings, Sophia and William, were beside her. Sophia was looking upon me with an expression of concern in her eyes; in contrast, William stared at me with fascination. Lily was preparing food nearby, and the Beastman Saint was standing not too far from me either.

"What happened?" I asked.

"You suddenly collapsed on the field after you won the first round of the Tri-Skill Tournament." it was Her Fluffy Holiness that answered. "When we looked unto you, you've been injured. Maybe it's by that falling horse that crashed unto you, but no matter what the reason is, it seems that someone had deliberately forgotten to put up your own substitution doll…"

I think I had goosebumps when I learned that. So, all this time I'm fighting in that tourney, I was unprotected? What if that lance from the Paladin Prince actually hit me?

"…"

The Beastman Saint's face sarcastically turned on the individual who was hidden behind the two Rubinforth kids.

"…"

It was the old Duke of Rubinforth.

God, this old man just literally tried to kill me!

He had an irritated expression, and he glared at the Beastman Saint. However, he knew that he had done something wrong, so he was unable to answer her provocations.

"Mister Kuro, I'm terribly ashamed and sorry for the actions of my father and my siblings." The Human Saint bowed so low that everyone in the room tried to make her sit up straight, including me. "My siblings for f.o.r.c.i.b.l.y dragging you into this matter, and my father for doing an underhanded attempt on your life."

"Uh…I accept that apology, Your Holiness. So please, raised your head as soon as possible." I tried moving my body around, "Look, I'm pretty much fine already."

"Maddie did her best to heal your injury, you know." Her Fluffy Holiness said. "If she didn't give her best effort, you might as well have died. Several of your ribs were broken, see?"

Oh…so that's why I'm having a difficulty breathing earlier, even though I shouted out of anger and desperation at the crowd.

"Thanks, Your Holiness."

"Please don't thank me."

"Oh, come on! Just accept and be done with it!" I tried to lighten up the heavy atmosphere inside the cottage.

"Mister Kuro, is it?" I then heard the Duke speak.

I really don't know what to say or how to react to this person who tried to have me murdered. Honestly, I wanted to freak out, but I also knew that doing so wouldn't turn back what just had happened. The only words that I could say is, "Yes, Your Excellency?"

"If I may ask for your forgiveness for my foolishness." He also apologized, "But please do understand that everything that I did, it was for my daughter."

"…"

Hmm…yeah, even though this old f.u.c.ker almost had me killed, I do kind of understand where he is coming from. I mean, look, isn't it natural for parents to be wary and suspicious of strangers hanging around their child? Back when I was a teacher, it wasn't uncommon for us to encounter what we call 'stage parents'—moms and dads who would literally take control of everything just to have their kid be the star for everyone else to see.

They are utterly annoying, and obnoxious as well…but on a hindsight, they only want the best for their children…

"Ahem. Anyway, Mister Kuro."

"Yes, Your Excellency?"

"Please do take a rest for now." he suggested towards me, which gave me a fright since it was very out of his character. "You still have the second stage to battle after one long sleep. Don't worry; I won't do anything to you this time, so you may take your well-deserved rest."

Hmm…for some reason, the kindness he's now showing to me is making me fear more for my life than when he was open in his contempt for me.

"Yes, Mister Kuro!" it was Sophia. "You don't have to be on guard for too much now. I'll have some of my own attendants posted around and protect you from threats."

"Those guards are under my pay to protect you, Sophia." The Duke countered his younger daughter, "And besides, I've already declared I won't harm this man. Such arrangements are unnecessary."

"Well, someone else could attack him though." William suggested, "I think Mister Kuro had made a lot of enemies among the nobility after that fight earlier."

"I could post a pair of guards to this cottage." the Duke offered. "Any more than that would be a luxury."

"I won't entrust him to you, Papa!" Her Holiness flatly refused her father.

"What, do you intend to stay here and guard this commoner? Do you even realize your worth as a noble, Maddie?!"

"If it shall be, then I'll do it! I have my own guards as well!" the Human Saint stubbornly declared.

"You can't do that, big sis!" William was in panic, "This is unprecedented."

"Kuro's life is my responsibility! It is due to my selfishness that he's suffering right now!" Her Holiness countered, "And I won't allow any harm to happen to him!"

"STAY QUIET, YOU INSOLENT DAUGHTER!" the Duke fumed.

"Yes, big sis! He's just a commoner, and you're the Holy Saint!" Sophia cried out in protest.

Uhh…for some reason, the mood went from solemnly apologetic, to a fiery, argumentative one. The entire Rubinforth household were here in front of us, fighting their hearts out, just because of the task of protecting me…

What the hell am I watching? A holy lady being dressed down by her father for being stubborn? A father that was being disobeyed by his children? And kids who were meddling with their big sister's and father's lives?

This is like an awkward family sitcom…

I guess I need to intervene now…

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"EVERYONE, SHUUUUUUUUT THE FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCK UUUUUUUPPPPPP!"

I think my roar struck fear onto the hearts of everyone present in that cottage. They immediately fell silent, and Lily even dropped the bowl of soup that she had just made. As a result, she had to go and clean it for the meantime.

"Alright, you guys calm down." I asked them to sit on the nearest chair they could get and gathered them around. "Just calm down for a bit…"

The Saint, her siblings and their father quietly obeyed me; maybe it's because of the initial shock on what I just did. Though they did what I told them, their faces have terrible expressions written on them; they clearly hate each other as of now.

"Hey look here, Your Holiness…" I turned to Her Holiness first, "No matter how 'Holy' you are, that old man over there is your father, and you have to give him respect though you may not agree to his methods sometimes."

"But, he just tried to kill you—"

"Precisely that's it. Has Her Holiness realized that her father only did that because he's suspecting me of malintent?" I explained, "I'm still fearful for my life, but I do understand his actions. I mean, he just did that because he wants to protect his daughter in any way he can! If I'm in his place, I may have ordered my men to have that arrogant commoner be killed on the spot!"

The Saint kept her silence. But for some reason, the angry expression on her face had slowly vanished. It seemed like she managed to understand what I told her.

"And you, Your Excellencies, Sophia and William!" I turned to the sheepish younger siblings of Her Holiness. "I know you love your big sister just like how you love your mother. But you know, if you really love someone with all of your heart, you would only want what makes that person happy!"

"…" Like their big sister before them, the Rubinforth siblings remained silent. They kept their heads low, as if I'm their father who was angry at them.

"Your big sister has been suffering for your meddling in her life. I understand that you only want to protect her, but know your limits as well. Her Holiness has her own life too, and it would do her good if you let her commit mistakes from time to time. Experience is the best teacher, after all."

Sophia and William nodded at my statement. Looks like they also understood what I just said.

"You sure talk big, Mister Kuro." It was the father that told me that, the Duke of Rubinforth. "Do you have a family back in your country?"

"No, I don't, Your Excellency." I gave him an honest answer, "But in my workplace, I have a lot of children to take care of. And even though I'm not their family, I care for them deeply. So, I know the feeling of being a father. And pardon me for saying this to you, but Sir, I don't think forcing your will on your daughter would be best for her."

"What do you know to tell me those?"

"As I've said before, in my former work, I deal with a lot of children. If my classes have 300 students, then I'll interact with all 300 students, and be concerned with their individual problems. It's not a surprise that I would happen to encounter kids who have trouble with their parents because the a.d.u.l.ts wanted something for their child that he or she doesn't."

"…"

"You know Sir, those kids went on to have trouble in their daily social interaction later on. Since their parents controlled every aspect of how to live their lives, when they grew into teenagers they became dependent on the a.d.u.l.ts for everything—even though they try to act independently."

"So, what are you trying to say?"

"Please give your daughter a few liberties to herself, especially those matters that concern her future life as an independent lady of standing."

"You mean to say I won't guide her anymore?"

"Nope. It's not like that." I have to be careful with my words; this situation can be tricky. "What I'm suggesting for Your Excellency to do, is that you allow her to choose her path with your guidance. For example, let her choose the person she'll love and marry for the rest of her life, while at the same time, educating her on how to choose that right person. You don't have to force your will on her."

At that moment, the Duke clearly understood what I meant. He remained quiet in reflection; I could tell from his face.

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The Rubinforth household was certainly silent, maybe all of them were reflecting on what I just said. It was the Duke who was the first to excuse himself out, but not before reminding me…

"Please take a rest, Mister Kuro. There's still a contest after one long sleep."

Ah yes, it's the 'command' phase of the Tri-Skill tournament. I thanked the Duke for his reminder, for which he had his silence for an answer.

"Sophia, William, come to the dinner table with Papa now." The Human Saint ordered her siblings to get out of the cottage where I was staying. Even though Sophia protested, William quietly obeyed, but not before giving me a meaningful look.

It seems that this guy was fascinated with weapons, as was his earlier reactions indicate…

And then after a few more moments, I was alone once again.

Or so I thought…

"You sure give those Rubinforths a dressing down of their lives." The Beastman Saint remained with me for a while.

"I did?" I couldn't believe her words just yet. I mean, I only talked like that to placate the angry feelings of each family member against one another. I hate to see a family breaking up because of matters that can be negotiated anyway.

"Yes, you are." Her Fluffy Holiness smiled mischievously, "And to be honest, I think the Duke himself will have a change of heart after this; I mean, I read his thoughts after your speech."

"Hmm…that'd be nice, at least, I managed to do what I intend to do anyway."

"You're really are something, Master."

"Nah. I'm just trying to be of use."

"Yep, that, and Maddie can't help but to rely on you now."

"I hope that doesn't really happen…"

"Well, why? Don't you want someone as beautiful as her to be your wife? You said before that you'd marry her, that's why you joined this tourney."

"I did that because I wanted to." I countered the Beastman Saint's statement, "And Her Holiness is a good friend to me. Although I find her beautiful and I have d.e.s.i.r.es for someone like her to be my partner in life, I don't think I should be the one whom she would be married to."

"Hah? But why?" the Beastman Saint seemed to be surprised by my words.

"I'm just an ordinary bloke from another world, and she's the Great Saint of Chersea. It's like a useless fly being paired to a magnificent griffon."

"You guys really interest me…" Her Fluffy Holiness could only say.