"Why did you use Resurrection? Even for me, dealing with the Church is a hassle."
He said it was a hassle, but his expression looked somewhat amused.
Wow, nobles really are skilled at saying one thing with their words and another with their faces, huh?
"Geez-sama, from what I could see, Sarah had injuries to her soul. That can't be healed by ordinary recovery magic. Soul restoration is close to resurrection itself. Since I was sure Resurrection would work, I went ahead and used it."
The one who reacted to my words was the butler.
"Resurrection magic is something the Church's Saintess has to spend years accumulating mana for, and even then, she must sacrifice part of her lifespan to finally cast it. To be able to use it so casually..."
"Maybe they lack faith?"
"Saying 'lack faith' to the Church's Saintess would split your mouth before you could even get the words out."
"Just kidding. I think it's probably because their skill level and total mana are insufficient. When they try to force its use, they end up sacrificing lifespan. Still, being able to cast it at all means they have talent, I suppose. It's enviable."
"You're one to talk," the Duke, his butler, and Nathan's inner voices all chimed in unison.
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Just how terrifyingly easy was this young man making such horrifying things sound?
Nathan, who had remained silent throughout, was inwardly trembling.
From the start, there was never a chance of winning.
The terrifying sharpness of the sword that cleaved the Crystal Shield.
Teleportation magic.
The miracle of resurrection he had just shown.
On top of that, he took a terribly casual attitude toward the Duke without even kneeling, and was even allowed to do so.
If he were the Duke's grandson, it might be understandable, but they clearly didn't have that kind of relationship.
Regardless of Nathan's inner turmoil, even more astonishing conversation continued.
"Geez-sama, could you possibly hide Nathan and Sarah for a bit? Also, since I came in the clothes I'm wearing and have nothing, could you prepare about a week's worth of changes of clothes, food, and some suitable equipment? I'll come back again after winning the tournament. Then I'll use Teleportation to send them to some foreign country where a noble named Darren or something can't reach them."
What a casual request to make of a Duke.
To ask so lightly... could he really be his grandson after all? Or some illegitimate child?
Then the young man turned to face him.
"Nathan, I'm giving you this Orichalcum shield. Do your best in a foreign land."
As he spoke, he produced a large shield from thin air and set it down with a thud on the ground.
"It might look plain, but its appearance is disguised to look like a plain wooden shield so it won't get stolen. It's a bit heavy, but you can handle it, right Nathan?"
Of course, he could wield any shield with his [Holy Shield Warrior] skill...
The Duke maintained a calm expression, but the butler standing behind him looked pained.
"Is this... perhaps a shield made entirely of Orichalcum?"
"That's right. It's insanely heavy, so I doubt you could steal it and carry it away anyway. Besides, I have no plans to use it. So please, take it without hesitation."
The young man said this with a smile.
A shield made entirely of Orichalcum! You could sell it and live without working for seven generations!
Did this child have no concept of value?
"Alan-sama, if you're here, won't you say hello? I'm lonely. You haven't come to see me in ages."
!?
The beautiful girl, who sounded like an angel, spoke to the young man with a voice like tinkling bells.
I couldn't make sense of it anymore.
I decided to stop thinking and just go with the flow.
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Nathan
Skills: [Holy Shield Warrior], [Indomitable], [Adamantine Strength], [Adamantine Body], [Illusion Resistance], [Staff Master], [Honesty]
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