**Chapter 1: Encounter**

The royal capital of the Holy Kingdom of Grannoa—**Eristel**.

Renowned as the most beautiful city in the world, it lives up to its reputation.

Massive walls form three smaller circles within a large one, and beyond the outer circle stretch expansive fields.

A grand river flows between the walls drawing the three circles, and from above, one can clearly see numerous carriages crossing the bridges and people bustling about.

The streets inside each circle differ from one another. You can tell at a glance that the residents are divided by social class.

Most striking are two buildings of incomparable size to the others.

One is the royal castle, **Eristel Castle**. Though it's a rugged structure rivaling the city walls, it never loses its beauty—a splendid white castle.

The other is a majestic and beautiful church located away from the royal castle.

Its name is **Saint Eristel Church**. Unlike the ruggedness of the royal castle, it exudes refined elegance.

Both bear the name of the royal capital and are known as tourist attractions. As I feel a nostalgic emotion upon seeing their majestic forms for the first time in a while, Torte is captivated by the city's scenery with fresh excitement.

"Wow! It's so big and beautiful even from the sky, Sensei!"

"Yes, it's a city that represents the Holy Kingdom. Everything is as grand as ever."

"Just seeing this view makes coming here worthwhile!"

Just witnessing her reaction makes me glad I brought Torte along.

While Torte is sighing in admiration at the scenery of the royal capital, she suddenly remembers something and tugs at my sleeve.

"So, Sensei?"

"What is it, Torte?"

"What are we going to do from here?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we're going to the church, right...?"

For some reason, Torte's voice seems to be gradually tinged with anxiety. Is she getting nervous in this city she's visiting for the first time?

To reassure her, I speak in a comforting tone.

"It's okay, Torte. As my student, people might give you some rude looks, but there shouldn't be anyone who would directly confront you."

"No, that's not what I mean! I hope I'm wrong, but you're not thinking of going straight there like this, are you? Haha, no matter how much it's you, you wouldn't be that unreasonable, right?"

"No, we'll go straight ahead like this. That's the quickest way, isn't it?"

"Common seeeense!!"

Once again, Torte screams in my ear. My ears ring, and I can't help but frown.

"You're being noisy, Torte. Are you perhaps tired?"

"You're the one making me tired, Sensei! I mean, are you stupid? You're stupid, aren't you!? Do you realize what we're riding on!? It's not a horse!"

"Do you think my eyesight is so poor that I would mistake a horse for a Lesser Dragon?"

"That's not the point!! The royal capital has a barrier set up by the Saintesses, right!? The barrier repels monsters! There's no way we can enter the royal capital like this!"

As Torte yells shrilly, Mr. Lesser Dragon looks at us anxiously.

I stroke his neck to tell him it's okay and turn to Torte.

"There's no problem. I can handle the barrier. Look, we've already been delayed quite a bit, so let's hurry."

"Why are you so calm!? Look, even the Lesser Dragon is refusing with all its might!"

As if in agreement, Mr. Lesser Dragon, who had been shaking his head left and right, now nods vigorously. I'm surprised we've managed to communicate so well, but if I convey my feelings sincerely, they should reach him.

"Mr. Lesser Dragon, it's okay. Or are you saying you can't listen to me?"

"Threatening him—you're the worst!"

"Anyway, let's go, Mr. Lesser Dragon. You understand, right?"

When I speak gently, he gives a slight shudder and then roars as if in agreement.

Yes, this is undoubtedly an affirmative reply—probably. It feels like he's starting to descend recklessly, as if throwing caution to the wind.

As we gradually approach the royal capital, Torte clings tightly to me and screams.

"Aah—! We're going to crash into the barrier!"

"I told you, it's fine."

It's a very strong, supple, and flawless barrier. Feeling the excellence of the one deploying it, a smile naturally forms. It's a pity to destroy such a splendid work of art. Therefore, I gently combine my own power with the barrier as if stroking it.

Swaying gently, the barrier ripples as if a drop of water fell on the surface. We throw ourselves into that ripple and slip through the barrier.

Mr. Lesser Dragon, who had his eyes tightly shut, opens them and flaps his wings in confusion. As he wobbles, I stroke his neck to calm him down, and Torte raises her voice.

"...Nothing happened?"

"See, I told you there was no problem."

"No, what did you do...?"

"I just interfered a bit with the barrier and let us slip through."

"No, that's impossible! How can you interfere with someone else's barrier and slip through so cleanly!?"

"It's the fruit of training. You'll be able to do it someday, Torte."

"Sensei! I'm an ordinary human being, unlike you!"

Why is it assumed that I'm not an ordinary human? I don't understand.

Having confirmed that flying poses no problems, Mr. Lesser Dragon glides smoothly through the sky.

Then, voices can be heard from below. It seems they've noticed our presence.

"Uh... I can hear screams... I wish it was just my imagination!"

"It looks good to land in that plaza over there at the church. Please head that way."

"You're really carefree, Sensei!? We're definitely going to get in trouble!"

"It's okay, Torte. The people at the main church already dislike me."

"That's because you always do outrageous things, Sensei! Won't they be even angrier!?"

"Even if they get angry, nothing will change. If they intended to do something to me directly, they would have done it already."

"Sensei! Seriously, what did you do!?"

Well, various things?

As we have such a conversation, Mr. Lesser Dragon lands at our destination.

We land in the courtyard on the church grounds. As we touch down in the open area, Torte collapses to her knees on the ground, exhausted.

"Ugh... It's been a while since I've felt solid ground... It's strangely calming... My frayed nerves are soothed a bit..."

"It was convenient, wasn't it, Mr. Lesser Dragon? Shall we keep him for future use?"

"You're probably the only one who can treat a Lesser Dragon like livestock, Sensei!"

As I pet Mr. Lesser Dragon to thank him for flying us here, Torte shouts in exasperation.

I was about to open my mouth to calm Torte down, but before I could, a voice comes from another direction.

"What on earth are you people doing!"

The one who raised her voice is a girl dressed in the attire of a Saintess.

She looks quite feisty. Shaking her red hair tied in twin tails, she points at us, trembling with rage.

Mr. Lesser Dragon seems about to react to the red-haired girl, so I envelop him in a barrier. Now there won't be a problem even if he starts to rampage. Enclosed in the barrier, Mr. Lesser Dragon scratches at it with his claws, then slumps in a sulk.

"Why is there a Lesser Dragon in the royal capital!? What happened to the barrier!? Wait a minute! Did you ride here on a Lesser Dragon!? Who the heck are you people!?"

"That's such a valid point! I totally understand how you feel!! This is absolutely crazy, right!? I'm not wrong, am I!?"

"Why are you agreeing with me when you're the one being questioned!?"

Somehow, Torte seems moved, almost ready to hug the red-haired girl. Still, I think it's impolite to repeatedly call someone strange.

Now, if we're being asked, it's rude not to answer. After clearing my throat lightly, I open my mouth.

"You're asking who we are, correct? I am Tia Pāson. I am among the lowest-ranking of the Saintesses. This is Torte, my student. Pleased to make your acquaintance."

"Huh? Saintesses? You two? That's not even funny as a joke..."

"Why would you think it's a joke? No matter how you look at me, I'm a Saintess, aren't I?"

When I tilt my head in genuine puzzlement, the red-haired girl glares at me with a cold stare.

Hmm? I wonder why.

"You look puzzled, but everything about you is strange! Don't you realize that!?"

"I am a perfectly ordinary Saintess. Nothing more, nothing less."

"What's ordinary about you!? Wh-who is this person!"

As she steps back in bewilderment, the red-haired girl glares at me warily.

I wonder what to do, when I notice Torte nodding vigorously.

"That's right, you're strange! Because Sensei always acts so confidently, sometimes I wonder if I'm the one who's wrong, but after all, it's Sensei who's strange, isn't it!?"

"What kind of student is happy to call her own teacher strange!?"

Exactly, I'd like her to treat me more appropriately.

"By the way, young lady with the red hair. Is that your friend hiding over there?"

One thing that's been bothering me—I ask the red-haired girl. There was another presence besides her, but they hadn't come out.

So I ask to confirm, and the red-haired girl looks angrily in the direction where the presence is hiding.

"Hey, Angelina! You weren't thinking of running away and leaving me behind, were you!?"

"...I had no such intention, Emirie."

The one who shows herself while offering an excuse is a blonde girl.

Her hair is styled in a half-updo, and she exudes an elegance that suggests she's a well-bred young lady. Compared to the spirited and lively Emirie, she could even be called her opposite.

By the way, upon hearing their names, I tilt my head.

"Excuse me for asking suddenly, but are your names Emirie and Angelina?"

"What? What's it to you what our names are?"

"Why are you asking such a thing?"

When I ask their names, Emirie narrows her eyes and glares at me.

Angelina also stares at me quietly, clearly on guard.

Shrugging at their wary demeanor, I think this might be a bit troublesome.

"Judging by your attire, you are Saintess candidates, correct?"

"So what if we are?"

"Well, it's convenient because I came to meet you."

"Huh?"

Emirie lets out an annoyed voice as if to say, "What the heck does that mean?"

I am about to explain when a voice interrupts us.

"What is all this commotion?"

It is a very dignified voice. Hearing that sharp tone naturally makes me stand up straight. The one who speaks is a woman dressed in splendid attire.

She appears to be about the same age as me. With a stern atmosphere accentuated by her glasses, her light brown hair is braided and tied up, giving a strict impression.

Beside her stand other women in Saintess attire and well-dressed middle-aged men. They all glare at me intensely.

Perhaps overwhelmed by their presence, Torte hides behind my back.

"S-Sensei... Some really important-looking people have arrived..."

"Sharp as ever, Torte. She is indeed a very important person."

"Eh!?"

"It's been a while since we've seen each other face to face, Reina."

"We are not in a relationship where we can casually call each other by name, are we? Priestess Tia Pāson. Let me ask again, what is the meaning of this disturbance?"

"As you can see."

"Can you not understand that I came here because I don't know?"

Even though I greet her casually, Reina's expression doesn't change, and her voice is cold. It's impossible to read any emotion from her.

As we stare at each other, her entourage begins to speak.

"You there! What are you thinking, bringing a monster into the royal capital!"

"What happened to the barrier!? Don't tell me you destroyed it just to bring that Lesser Dragon into the capital!"

"Rest assured. This Lesser Dragon is under my control. I merely used it as a means of transportation to visit here, and I did not destroy the barrier; I simply slipped through it."

"Slipped through the barrier!? That's impossible!"

"You heretical Saintess! What are you plotting, coming here from the frontier!"

No matter how politely I explain, the entourage doesn't seem satisfied and starts barking at me.

I don't mind when Torte shouts at me, but listening to their voices makes me feel ill. Well, if I complain here, the abuse will probably get worse.

In that case, it's healthier and easier to stay silent until they tire themselves out.

"Huh? You used a Lesser Dragon as a substitute for a horse...? Are you insane?"

"Right!? You think so too, right!?"

"Why are you agreeing with me when you're the one being questioned!? Isn't she your teacher!?"

Before I know it, Torte is chatting amicably with Emirie. They seem to be getting along quickly.

As I feel a slight smile at their exchange, Reina raises her hand to silence her entourage. Then, still fixing her gaze on me, she speaks.

"Are you still not giving up?"

"As a Saintess, I have a duty to protect this world."

"That delusion of yours is as persistent as ever. How many people do you think agree with you?"

"It's not about being recognized or not. I've simply decided to stick to being a Saintess. You know that, don't you, Reina?"

"As always, I suppose that demeanor won't change even in death. It's fitting for a heretical Saintess who was exiled."

"Are you worried about me?"

"Does this look like I'm worried?"

"If I said it does, you'd get angry."

"What if I told you I'm already angry?"

"If I finish my business quickly and return to the frontier, will you calm down?"

Shrugging lightly as I say that, Reina closes her eyes and presses her fingers to her brow.

"...Enough. Talking to you is exhausting. Is your business about that letter?"

"Yes, I came all the way to the royal capital to take in the girls who could be my successors."

When I say that, Reina slowly opens her eyes.

We gaze at each other silently for a while. Then, once again, her entourage begins to speak, spitting words at me with fervor.

"Unbelievable! Entrusting precious Saintesses to someone like you!"

"Do you even need successors? Isn't it just a barren frontier where hardly anyone lives!"

"Exactly! Are you so desperate to cling to your position that you'd stay in such a place!"

"A Saintess is unnecessary in a frontier where no one lives! Unless it's a heretic like you! Who would follow such a heretic...!"

"Silence."

It is none other than Reina who stops her entourage's escalating abuse.

When her cold gaze shifts from me to them, they quietly hold their breaths.

After confirming their silence, Reina returns her gaze to me. In her eyes is a profound sense of exasperation.

"As long as you are named among the Saintesses, you have the right to educate others. However, I doubt there are any students who would be happy to learn from a heretic like you."

"The appointment of Saintesses should prioritize the church's will over the individual, shouldn't it?"

"What an infuriatingly quick tongue you have... Well, fine. I will approve it in my name. That concludes the matter."

"R-Reina-sama!?"

"Are you sure about this!?"

"Why are you all so agitated? Do you have any objections to my decision?"

"N-No..."

"W-We would never..."

They were so heated towards me, yet as soon as Reina rebuked them, they cooled down so quickly. She must be feared that much.

I notice that Torte is trembling slightly at Reina's cold demeanor. It would be best to wrap this up quickly.

"Thank you, Reina."

"I don't need your gratitude. Know your place, Priestess Pāson. The royal capital is not the same as the frontier where you reside."

Having said all she wanted to say, Reina leaves.

Her entourage hurriedly chases after her. Some of them glare at me with loathing, but in the end, they leave without saying anything.

Watching them go, I let out a small sigh. Good grief, she's a tiring person.

"Um, Sensei? That Reina person is someone very important, isn't she...?"

"Yes, Torte. She stands at the pinnacle of the Saintesses and is permitted to call herself the foremost among them."

In this country, the royal family is at the top, governing with the nobles who swear loyalty to them. There are three positions granted to nobles, and being appointed to one of them confers noble status.

The three positions are **'bureaucrat,' 'knight,' and 'priest.'**

A bureaucrat is an administrator of land entrusted by the royal family.

A knight is a warrior given the mission to protect the kingdom.

A priest is a leader who can impart the teachings of the gods.

By the way, once a Saintess completes the basic education provided by the church, she automatically qualifies as a priest. In this country, being born a Saintess guarantees noble status.

"Wow, she's really an amazing person. But Sensei, she really disliked you, didn't she?"

"Yes, I told you earlier that they disliked me, didn't I?"

"...Sigh, I kind of want to go back to the frontier now."

Torte mutters softly after her eyes grow distant. Can't blame her. Reina is, as you saw, a scary person. It's natural to feel mentally exhausted.

As I am thinking that, I notice that Angelina is staring at me for some reason. Returning her gaze, I decide to ask.

"Is there something on my face?"

"I have something I'd like to ask. Are you 'that' Tia Pāson?"

"Ange? Do you know this weirdo?"

Emirie tilts her head curiously at Angelina's confirmation of my name.

Without taking her eyes off me, Angelina answers Emirie's question.

"She is a famous person who left her name as the most outstanding Saintess in history four years ago."

"Huh? This person did!?"

"That can't be!? There's no way Sensei has received such proper recognition!"

"Why do you deny it so emphatically, Torte?"

"Isn't it inevitable that she'd be evaluated that way? After all, a year after being recognized as the most outstanding Saintess, you were practically exiled from the royal capital as the most heretical Saintess."

"You know quite a bit, Angelina."

"...It's well-known."

"Sensei!? Is that all true!?"

"It's a fact."

"I want to say it's a lie, but I can't deny it!? Ugh...! My head can't process this reality...!"

"Are you okay...?"

Emirie asks Torte, who is groaning with her head in her hands, with a concerned voice.

Torte always reacts strongly to various things, so she'll be fine. Probably, surely. If not, I can heal her.

"Anyway, my story doesn't matter."

"Are you just going to gloss over it, Sensei!?"

"Emirie, Angelina, I'd like to ask you something."

"What is it?"

"What is it?"

"Once again, could you please tell me your full names?"

When I ask, Emirie visibly loses her temper and furrows her brows. Crossing her arms, she leans back slightly and looks down at me.

"...Why do you want to know that?"

"Because I need to confirm whether you are the ones I'm looking for."

"Eh!? The ones Sensei came to find are the Saintesses called 'problem children,' right!? Then, that means these two are..."

"Who are you calling problem children?"

"Eek! I'm sorry!"

Emirie glares sharply at Torte, who has inadvertently let that slip. With her red hair bristling and an aura that she might bite at any moment, Torte apologizes profusely.

It is Angelina who calms the raging Emirie.

"Emirie, it's true that we are called problem children."

"Tch, yeah, you're right."

"So, you are Emirie Ashuhara and Angelina Grannoa, correct?"

"...Yes."

"Yes."

When I confirm, Emirie remains sullen, and Angelina nods quietly.

It is fortunate to have met them so suddenly. Feeling as if drawn by fate, I bow politely.

They are people to whom I must show that level of respect. Composing my voice, I speak without being rude.

"Allow me to greet you properly. Emirie Ashuhara, **Your Imperial Highness**. And Angelina Grannoa, **Your Royal Highness**."

This world is divided between two nations.

First, where we live, the **Holy Kingdom of Grannoa**.

And the **Ashuhara Demon Kingdom**, which boasts equal power to the Holy Kingdom.

They are from the bloodlines that rule those two nations—the Holy Kingdom and the Demon Kingdom.

Upon suddenly recognizing that fact, Torte stands agape.

"...Huh? Um? Eh!? Sensei, what did you just say? Did you just say 'Your Imperial Highness' and 'Your Royal Highness'!?"

"I did."

"'Your Imperial Highness' and 'Your Royal Highness'!? That means they're royalty!?"

Torte sharply turns her gaze toward the two.

They don't respond. Emirie clicks her tongue in irritation, and Angelina shows no reaction at all.

However, their attitudes confirm that what I said is true. Realizing this, Torte falls silent for a moment and then staggers unsteadily.

"...Eep."

"Are you okay, Torte?"

"N-No, I'm definitely not okay...! Royalty and nobility—what's going on here, Sensei!"

Regaining her energy by shouting at me, Torte stood up, using me for support.

Then, propelled by her momentum, she knelt before Emirie and Angelina. No, it was more like she was prostrating herself.

"I'm so sorry for not knowing anything! Please forgive me for being so familiar! I humbly beg your forgiveness for my earlier rudeness...!"

Torte apologized with such fervor that it seemed to overwhelm Emirie. Dropping her sullen attitude, Emirie gave a wry smile.

"Ah—well, it's fine. Even if I'm an imperial princess, I'm not in a position to be revered."

"Indeed. The fact that Emirie and I are problem children hasn't changed."

"I-Is that so...?"

"What? Do you want to know the details? The sordid behind-the-scenes of royalty and nobility..."

"I don't want to hear it! Yes, I didn't hear anything!! I can't hear anything!!"

"No, I was just teasing you a bit. You don't have to be so scared."

Perhaps intending it as a little joke, but seeing Torte more frightened than expected, Emirie became flustered.

After somehow calming down Torte, who was terrified of committing lèse-majesté, Emirie reset the conversation and asked:

"...So? You're Tia Pāson, right? I'm just going to ask on a hunch, but are you planning to designate us as your successors?"

"Your insight is impressive. I've come to take you with me."

"I don't know how you heard about us from the frontier... Are you sane? Calling us your successors—you're wasting your time."

"W-Wasting...?"

Bothered by Emirie's words, Torte tilted her head.

Then, Emirie let out a small sigh and began to explain.

"We're not just problem children; we're also dropouts."

"Dropouts?"

"We didn't seriously hone our Saintess powers; we're just good-for-nothings."

Torte showed confusion at Emirie's words and looked at me for confirmation.

I nodded to indicate that it was true. Perhaps displeased by that, Emirie glared at me.

"What are you thinking, wanting to take us in despite knowing about us? Did someone tell you that you'd get some benefit if you took us in or got rid of us?"

"Th-That's not possible!"

"Hmph, who knows..."

"No! Please listen to what I have to say!"

"Uh, okay...?"

"Listen, Emirie-sama! Sensei insists she's an ordinary Saintess and is the kind of person who mistakenly believes she's humble!"

"I-Is that so...?"

"There's no way someone like that would bite on some convenient offer! I, who have been constantly dragged around by her, guarantee it!!"

Perhaps overwhelmed by Torte's fervor, Emirie hesitated for words, her mouth moving wordlessly before she slumped her shoulders in resignation.

Then, she let out a big sigh while ruffling her splendid red hair.

"...Haah, talking to you guys really takes the wind out of my sails."

"Hehehe, when you're around Sensei, it feels silly to seriously doubt things..."

Torte declared with a proud huff. I'm happy that she thinks so highly of me.

But there are a few points I'm not quite satisfied with, so we'll have a thorough talk about that later.

"That's odd in its own way... Well, I don't even know where to start, but may I ask some questions?"

"Yes. Since I'll be your teacher, I'll answer sincerely."

"It's that attitude that throws me off... Well, fine. How are you controlling a Lesser Dragon?"

Emirie fixed me with a piercing gaze as if challenging me.

Her gaze was slightly different from the hostile one earlier; it was more serious.

"Even if it's of a lower rank, it's still a dragon. They don't bow their heads easily. Yet it's completely obedient to you. Is there some way to use Saintess powers that I don't know about?"

"The reason I was able to tame the Lesser Dragon? It's a very simple matter."

"It's... simple?"

"Yes, simply because I'm stronger than the Lesser Dragon."

"..."

As Emirie made a dubious expression, I told her without any pretense.

Emirie's eyebrows twitched, but she didn't speak. After observing me for a while, she slowly opened her mouth.

"Are you really a Saintess? Are you perhaps pretending to be one...?"

"No, I'm an ordinary Saintess."

Emirie's brow furrowed deeper and deeper.

She glared at me as if utterly unconvinced, but I'm a bit unconvinced myself.

"What does 'ordinary' even mean...?"

"Ordinarily, Saintesses offer prayers at the church, maintain barriers that protect the city, purify dungeons, and suppress dungeon expansion and monster generation. Therefore, they are generally seen as pure, innocent maidens. It's unheard of for them to fight monsters, let alone tame a Lesser Dragon."

Emirie muttered her doubt, and Angelina continued.

"Emirie-sama, Sensei's 'ordinary' is far removed from common sense. It's less headache-inducing if you mostly ignore it when she says she's ordinary."

"Don't give me such unpleasantly insightful advice..."

Torte explained calmly, as if she had realized something.

Hearing her explanation, Emirie put her hand to her forehead as if enduring a headache. Why does everyone insist that I'm not ordinary? I don't understand.

"Why do you look like you're the one who's unconvinced! Listen here! Ordinary Saintesses can't tame Lesser Dragons!"

"Why do you think that?"

"Because Saintesses can't use offensive magic!"

Emirie shouted, and she was correct.

Saintess magic is broadly divided into three categories: Purification (Purify), Barrier, and Blessing.

The role of a Saintess is to correct the distortions in the world, deploy barriers that repel monsters, and support others by enhancing their abilities. On the other hand, they cannot use their powers for offensive purposes.

"That's why the role of a Saintess is purely support from the rear. It's unthinkable for them to fight directly. That's what an ordinary Saintess is."

"Therefore, it's natural that Emirie finds it hard to believe when you say you're stronger than a Lesser Dragon."

Torte nodded emphatically as if agreeing with the two's explanations.

While it's one thing for Emirie and Angelina to nod, I think I need to have a word with Torte about her agreement later, but I'll leave that for now.

"It's true that Saintess magic doesn't include anything usable for offense. However, that doesn't mean Saintesses must always stay in the rear."

"So you're really strong enough to defeat a Lesser Dragon? Then if I ask you to make me stronger, will you make me as strong as you?"

Emirie questioned me. Her expression at that moment was one she hadn't shown before. It was as if she was feverish, longing for something. Like a hungry beast, fierce yet purely earnest in her desire.

I felt that this was her true nature laid bare. That's why I had to answer her question sincerely.

"If you truly seek and wish for it from your heart, I will respond to that."

Hearing my reply, Emirie closed her mouth quietly.

She took a deep breath and clenched her fist, pointing it at me. In her eyes, which stared straight at me, I could see a will flickering like flames.

"Then, have a match with me."

"A match?"

"Prove to me that you're truly stronger than a Lesser Dragon. Then I'll become your student."

As Emirie declared that, Torte's expression turned aghast, and she hurriedly spoke up.

"E-Emirie-sama! You should stop! Sensei doesn't just lack common sense; she doesn't understand moderation either, and—anyway, you'll get hurt!"

"You're underestimating me, aren't you?"

For the first time, Emirie smiled.

But it wasn't a cute smile; it was a brave one overflowing with fighting spirit.

"Sure, I'm a Saintess and can't use offensive magic. But I'm still the imperial princess of the Demon Kingdom. Demons have their pride. Tia Pāson! If you want to stand above me, prove it with your strength! Make me acknowledge that you're worthy of teaching me!"

She seemed to be enjoying herself as she declared that, looking excited.

As if to say, "How did it come to this?" Torte held her head, and Angelina spoke to her.

"Torte-san, demons are said to be descendants of humans who adapted to the distortions left in the world by the Evil God. They value strength above all. In other words, those who are physically strong are considered great. Because they adapted to the world's distortions and their race values such beliefs, Saintesses are deemed unnecessary."

"...Don't go spilling people's personal affairs, Ange."

Emirie muttered in a displeased tone. However, contrary to her words, her demeanor was calm, with a wry smile.

Due to their nature and culture, demons don't need Saintesses. Even though Emirie is an imperial princess, she's a Saintess. Just that hints at the various circumstances surrounding her.

The fact that Emirie is labeled a problem child is likely due to the situations she faces—a princess born as a Saintess in a country that doesn't need them.

"Furthermore, the royal family of demons is of the 'Vivre' race, said to be the strongest among demons because they inherit the blood and power of dragons. So, I can't help but have high expectations."

"No, no, Sensei!? She's royalty, right!? Won't this be considered lèse-majesté?"

"It's okay; Emirie initiated it. Besides, demons have a culture of showing respect to those stronger than themselves."

"Well, that's how it is. So don't worry."

Following Angelina, Emirie told Torte, who then fell silent.

Torte looked at me with concern. I nodded to reassure her.

"It's okay, Torte. I won't get hurt."

"I'm worried that you'll hurt her, though?"

"If she will be satisfied with a match, that's fine with me. I'll accept."

"Huh, you're just going along with it!? Sensei, don't kill her, okay!?"

"Torte, we'll have a detailed discussion later about how you perceive me."

I need to correct any misconceptions that I'm someone who breaks everything I touch.

I took a deep breath. After adjusting my breathing, I turned to face Emirie. It was good that this was a spacious plaza suitable for a match.

"Well then, shall we have our match? I'm ready whenever you are."

"In that case—here I come!"

As I prepared myself, Emirie kicked off the ground forcefully, closing the distance in an instant.

Her unleashed fist was so sharp and fast that an ordinary person wouldn't have time to defend.

I narrowly avoided her punch and regained some distance. My cheek stung slightly, so it seemed she had grazed me.

"An astonishing physical ability. Is it because you're royalty?"

In this world, traces of the gods' blessings remain. The power of the gods, shattered in ancient turmoil, can be output in the form of magic. Demons are generally skilled in using magic.

In terms of simple physical ability and magical talent, they can be said to surpass humans.

I've heard that there are various restrictions depending on the race, but I've never heard of any particular limitations or weaknesses for the royal Vivre.

"Is it because I'm royalty? No. —It's because I'm strong!"

Perhaps her fighting spirit was rising; Emirie wore a ferocious smile. She removed the veil that was covering her head as if it were a nuisance.

Hidden under the veil were pure white horns, much like those of a sheep. Those must be the proof that she's royalty—the horns of a Vivre.

"So what if I'm a Saintess? Just because I was born a Saintess, I'm supposed to stay in the back and smile sweetly? No way I'm living like that!"

"I see. Then you haven't been seriously attending classes? Is that why you're considered a dropout?"

"I'd rather train my body than hone my Saintess powers!"

Once again, Emirie sharply closed the distance and unleashed a flurry of punches. Considering that she grazed me earlier, I carefully parried her attacks without letting my guard down.

She was like a small storm. Perhaps due to her temperament, each strike was sharp.

She probably had natural talent. Even observing just one of her movements, it was clear that she had trained diligently.

But that's a power not required for someone born as a Saintess. As Emirie said, Saintesses are expected to stay in the back and smile gracefully like elegant ladies.

People would frown upon someone who wants to choose their own path through their own strength, seeing it as a blasphemy against the way of the Saintess. Even so, I found myself liking her. With each punch I blocked, that feeling grew stronger.

"Haa!"

"Hmm, I see. You're more trained than I thought."

"Well... thank you! You're quite skilled yourself...!"

"It's nothing much."

"It's infuriating when you act modest now! Why don't you get serious already!?"

Without hiding her irritation, Emirie threw a kick. It was a good strike with few openings. I felt a shock run through my arm as I blocked it.

Perhaps displeased that her kick was blocked, Emirie's eyes narrowed sharply.

"Or are you saying you don't even need to get serious against me!?"

"Serious, you say."

"Show me your true strength! Otherwise, I won't be satisfied!"

"I'm always serious... But perhaps, to put it correctly, you're telling me to go all out. Understood, very well."

"Geh!?"

Since Emirie insisted so much, I couldn't betray my words about responding sincerely. As I heightened my concentration, I thought I heard Torte shouting something, but I ignored it.

Right now, what's important is to face Emirie head-on.

"Emirie-sama, please run away! Sensei can't joke around; she'll really go all out!"

"Ha! Bring it on! I'll experience the strength you're boasting about! Bring it!"

"Well then, here I come."

—Though with your current ability, you won't even know what happened.

Emirie wasn't off guard. She intended to absolutely take whatever came.

However, she couldn't see any of my movements. Probably, from her perspective, she realized I was in front of her before she knew it.

In the split second when her eyes widened and she froze, my palm struck her abdomen with a jolt.

Her body shuddered greatly, and she collapsed while exhaling deeply. I gently supported her body.

"...Guh... Kah...!"

"Ahhh! She really didn't hold back! Emirie-sama, are you okay!?"

Torte hurried over to us in a panic, placing her hands on Emirie.

In the next moment, a warm, gentle light emanated from Torte's hands. The light enveloped Emirie's body, and the pallor on her face, which had been covered in cold sweat, gradually improved.

"...A splendid healing using 'Blessing,' isn't it?"

Angelina muttered softly.

I nodded to Angelina, who was closely watching Torte's healing, and spoke with pride.

"Yes, she's my proud student."

"I see."

Angelina said only that and closed her mouth.

Compared to the energetic and spirited Emirie, it was hard to tell what Angelina was thinking.

—Though considering her "circumstances," it's understandable that she behaves this way.

While I was thinking that, Emirie's breathing seemed to have calmed down. She looked at me, still somewhat limp.

"...What did you do just now...?"

"You didn't see?"

When I asked, Emirie bit her lip in frustration.

To her, it must have felt like the overwhelming difference in our abilities was displayed.

"When you can see it, I'll teach you properly. And this is a glimpse of my full power. Have you acknowledged it?"

"...Tch, your attitude annoys me, but I admit I lost."

After roughly scratching her head, Emirie stood up with a burst of energy.

Seeing her glare at me challengingly, I sensed that her spirit was unbroken.

I was impressed by that. With such a strong will, she'll be worth teaching.

"I acknowledge that you're a powerhouse capable of defeating a Lesser Dragon and that you're worthy of being my teacher."

"That's good to hear, Emirie-sama."

"Just call me Emirie. Since I'm the one learning, there's no need for honorifics. Besides, being an imperial princess doesn't mean anything anyway."

She snorted as she said that.

Anyway, I'm glad to have her consent. Now I can take her to the frontier without worries. The rest is...

"I've received Emirie's consent, but what about you, Angelina?"

"Didn't you say earlier? That my future is decided by the church's intentions."

"Even so, I want to ask for your will. And if possible, I'd like to gain your agreement."

Unlike Emirie, Angelina doesn't show her emotions or intentions openly.

That's why I wanted to get her agreement. As I looked straight at her with that thought, Angelina let out a deep sigh and averted her gaze.

"...Understood. Then I will follow you, Sensei Pāson."

"I'm not used to being called that, so please just call me Sensei."

"Sensei, is it... Understood. Then, please call me Angelina or Ange. You don't need to use honorifics with me."

"Understood. Then, I'll call you Ange with affection."

"...Do as you like."

"Thank you. Emirie, may I also call you Emi?"

"...Do as you please."

When I asked as an afterthought, Emirie made a somewhat conflicted expression. But she didn't seem to dislike it and showed no signs of refusal.

"Ehhh... Are these two really going to be my juniors...? I feel like my stomach is going to hurt..."

Torte muttered openly, not hiding her attitude of feeling overwhelmed.

I looked again at the three girls who would become my students.

"Torte."

"Yes?"

Torte turned her gaze to me as if to say, "What is it?"

"Emi."

"What?"

Emirie furrowed her brow and gave me a suspicious look.

"Ange."

"Yes."

Ange looked at me with an expressionless face, showing no emotion.

Seeing their varied reactions, I placed my hand on my chest and bowed slightly.

"—As your teacher, I vow to fulfill my duty to guide you to the best of my ability."

As someone who walks ahead of you and shows you the way, I will never show you anything shameful.

Because that's the utmost sincerity I can offer you.

"Once again, I look forward to working with you all."