The Reincarnated Saint Aims For The Friendship End!

Perspective: James-okina (2 years ago)

Ah, I don’t want to get old.

All over my body, I feel pain here and there.

Itetetete.

It’s normal aging, so even alchemy doesn’t work against it.

“Are you awake, James-sama?”

“Ouh, I’m awake, Victor, I think I can manage today,” I said.

With Victor’s assistance, I changed clothes and stood up with a cane.

Fuuu, mattaku, the Invincible James can get old, too.

“Are you coming to Hiyoko-Do today as well?” Victor asked.

“Well, I’ll go see Makoto, show my face at the castle, and then go home,” I said.

This is a routine walk.

The doctor was telling me to move my body even a little bit.

Depending on the day and the weather, sometimes I can’t get out of bed, but today I’m fine.

I walk around the mansion as if clinging to my cane for support.

I’m the only one who lives in the first official residence of the Duke of Pottinger.

Both Donald and Vivian are in their territory.

It’s just me and my butler, Victor, here.

Occasionally, old comrades come to visit, but well, they’ve gone to the grave a long time ago.

My beloved wife and concubine have also joined them in the dirt.

Ah, only one mistress is alive yet.

“Is Riela still in good health?” I asked.

“Haha is doing well,” Victor said. “The other day, when I returned to the village, she seemed to crush my bones with her hug.”

“Tch, seems that Baba is doing fine,” I said.

“The people of Horai don’t get old, and it’s disgusting,” Victor said.

“Don’t say that,” I said.

I leave the mansion while my shoulders heave when I breathe.

Ah, how long will I be able to walk on my own?

Aging, aging.

I look at Victor standing next to me.

You’re young, you’re still in your teens.

Why wasn’t this guy born sooner?

If that’s the case, why didn’t I stop the stupid Donald from rising to the seat of the family head?

Riela first came to kill me.

It was 10 years ago when I was still in good health.

She was a skilled assassin, but I managed to catch her without killing her.

I suffered a serious injury that left my left arm disabled.

I wonder why I forced myself to hold down Riela, who was about to kill herself by biting down on something in her mouth.

I’m still doing fine, maybe I wanted to show it to everyone else, too.

So, as a concubine, the child born from that union was Victor.

Riera taught him all of her Horai ninja skills and raised him to be a first-class shadow fighter.

And then he became my butler.

When I said we should recognize his legitimacy and raise him as my child, that shitty Baba laughed out loud.

After I died, she said she needed Victor to protect Vivian.

Mattaku, thank you for everything.

I’m in tears.

I think Victor is as much my blood as my dead firstborn, Richard.

I really hate that you weren’t born sooner, Victor.

At the very least, if he had been born ten years earlier, I would have been able to make Donald a branch family and have Victor succeed as house head, instead.

If only Richard hadn’t died…

Oh, no, you shouldn’t try to count your dead son’s age.

Even Donald is doing his best.

This old man keeps going in circles, doesn’t he?

I stretch my back and walk in the royal capital.

It’s almost winter.

Will I be able to make it through this winter?

When I was walking while thinking about it, Hiyoko-Do came into view.

I wonder if Makoto will be there today.

The little saint candidate is my recent favorite.

Oh, no, I don’t want you to sweep the front of the store with a broom.

It seems that today is a day to help out at the family business.

“Oh, Jijii, are you back?” Makoto asked.

“Ouh, I’m back, Makoto.”

I like Makoto’s smile, she’s innocent and cute.

Seriously, I wanted Vivian to be her friend, but Donald’s stupidity frightened her off and ruined everything.

I told you to take in the saint candidate, but I didn’t say a word about bringing her into our house and disciplining her.

Mattaku, I really wanted to slap Donald all over again.

He doesn’t know how scary it is to antagonize the Temple.

“What are you eating today?” Makoto asked.

“Today I’m getting Saint’s Bread again, hora, the money,” I said.

“Ouh, wait a minute,” Makoto said.

After receiving the silver coin, Makoto entered the store.

After entering the store before then feeling sick and kneeling from the discomfort, Makoto started buying me bread when she saw me.

Oh, mattaku, I really don’t want to get old.

There are benches in front of the store.

There is also a small table, so you can eat what you bought at Hiyoko-Do right away.

After Victor wiped the chair and table, he invited me to sit down.

Take care of yourself first, he seemed to say.

With that face, he secretly smiled and bowed his head.

He’s a perfect son.

Makoto brought the saint’s bread and soda and placed them on the table.

“Right, here you go,” Makoto said.

“Oh, thank you, a tip for your service.”

“No need,” Makoto said.

Fuhahaha, how good, this girl.

Be a little cheeky.

I bite into the saint’s bread.

Sweet, but it’s not a monotonous sweetness, it’s a complex flavor profile.

Oh, my eating speed has also slowed down.

Don’t tell me I’m losing my teeth.

No, no.

At first, I was just going to look at the saint candidate.

When I fell to my knees inside the store, Makoto cast a healing spell on me.

Also, when I can move, I’m looking forward to eating saint’s bread while teasing Makoto at Hiyoko-Do, for my breakfast.

No, no, I don’t want to get old.

Haa, I managed to finish eating one sweet bread.

I’ve completely lost my appetite now.

“Are you going now, Jijii?” Makoto asked.

“Right-o, I’m going to the castle today,” I said.

“Well, be careful, it’s going to get cold soon,” Makoto said.

“Thank you, Makoto,” I said.

I leave the leftover soda bottle with Victor and start walking.

Ah, how long can I keep watching Vivian and Makoto grow up?

I don’t want to get old at all.

I let out a sigh.

“I don’t want to die,” I said.

“Please stay healthy until what time, Tate-sama,” Victor said.

“Aah, I will,” I said.

James Pottinger died three months later.

The funeral was grandly held in the royal capital in a form equivalent to a state funeral.