It's a story about a girl.

　Normally, it takes more than a year for a person to acquire magic.

　Moreover, it is necessary to spend a decade of childhood to understand the flow of magic, the first understanding of magic, to convert it into magic.

　That was always the rule.

　Every once in a while a genius comes along and is able to handle magic at the age of five.

　There are those who master a single magic in a month.

　But that girl was able to handle healing magic before she could remember.

　Even if you look at the so-called 'saints' of the past, it was something that could be considered far more heretical.

　The parents of such a girl were priests of the Astaire religion.

　They never wanted to misuse the girl's power, but rather went so far as to give alms to those who could not afford to pay money for healing.

　Naturally, good publicity flowed.

　People praised her parents for being good people.

　They praised the girl as a saint.

-- but then one day.

　The carriage carrying the girl and her parents was attacked in the sparsely populated forest.

　The knights in the guard were easily defeated by the ranks of the guards.

　It was near the border of the Sacred Republic and a certain kingdom.

　The attackers were - demons.

　A few but far stronger demons easily took away the lives of their parents.

　In front of my eyes, the parents who gave birth to them and raised them were torn apart and killed.

　The demon tribe said, "Now we are right.

''Don't do as we say now.

Yeah, we'll be stronger. We can increase our numbers.

　Naturally, the girl couldn't understand what they were talking about.

　It was all she could do to cast a healing spell on her parents, whose torso and head were torn off and dismembered as they rolled in front of her.

　They were upset.

　It couldn't have been her who hadn't realized she was already dead.

　Even if she was called a saint, she would know that life was the only thing that couldn't be rewound, even if it was called a saint.

　Maybe it was a way to avoid seeing the demon race in front of her.

　Maybe it was a way to escape the fear that was gutting his heart.

''What do we do with this guy?''

"Let's kill him for being so gross to look at.

　I shuddered.

　I'm going to be killed.

　I don't want to die.

　But I can't escape.

　There's no way to fight it.

　The girl could only use healing magic.

　She had no combat skills.

　I'm going to die.

　You will die. ...... Dying.

　I'm going to die.

　I'm afraid of dying, after all. No, no. No, no. No. No. ---- Dear Astaire.

　Suddenly, the girl prayed again to the being that her parents had prayed for and she herself had prayed for.

　She held the pendant in the shape of the goddess Astaire that her parents had given her with both hands and prayed.

　The magic power was sucked out of me.

--Astea-sama

---- Dear Astaire: ......!

　Many times I pray.

　Over and over again the magic is sucked out of me.

　I meditate on it, over and over again.

'Hmm?　Did this guy pray?

Yeah, that's Astaire's pendant. The real thing.

I see. But that's about it--cup ......?

　Soria, who had been meditating, heard one of the demon tribe's strange words leak out into her ears.

　The sound of a heavy object falling from the air to the ground with a thud also reached me.

''Wha, what the hell are you!

The Royal Order of the Kuzela-- that's Jade.

　with a thud

　Something fell again.

　The girl turned around.

　The Knights of the Kingdom of Kuzela. It was a knightly order of the country name that was close to where the girl was now.

''Ji...... Jide?''

　The girl looked at the fallen demon race and then at the standing human race. Then she called out their names.

　It's not a familiar face. This is the first time I've seen it.

　A tall, thin figure with black hair and dark eyes, tired with shades around his eyes.

　The girl felt an outpouring of light from the man who called himself Jade, even though his coloration was completely subdued and shadowy.

　A face like a brilliant and brilliantly shining sun was superimposed on it.

　Her eyes met the somewhat kind eyes, and tears involuntarily spilled out of her eyes.

I'm not going to be able to get rid of it. ...... Is the rest of it moot?

Ugh. ......!

　The girl was filled with relief.

　But at the same time, she wept for her dead family and the knights in her guard.

　Her teeth trembled with the emptiness of fear.

　A muddy stream of various emotions flowed down as tears as he let himself be carried by the man's large figure.

'I'm sorry I'm late. I had another job before this one.'

　Zied said it was a job.

　But from the girl's point of view, it was 'hope'. It was 'salvation'.

　The warmth of Zied's hug loosened her mind.

'Ooohhhhhh!'

　The sound of a girl's cry echoed throughout the forest.



　Afterwards, the girl was safely delivered to the Holy Republic and worked to become the one who could give 'hope' on the back of a man named Jide.

　She couldn't find out why her parents were targeted, even if she looked into it.

　That's why he worked tirelessly for his parents' part.

　At times, they cleansed entire cities where plagues were prevalent.

　Sometimes we went to areas that were in a constant state of conflict and stopped the war.

　And sometimes he ran for three days and three nights on his own to save a girl.

　The girl was called a being that shines like light, and she was called this.

--The Saint of the Light Star.

　And.

　The girl is still following Zied's back.