To Hell With Being A Saint, I’m A Doctor Chapter 551

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Episode 551 Saving the Countess (9)

Seeing Ray looking around as if he was about to leave, Pelos licked his lips.

He himself was a swordsman before he was a knight, so he had a desire to learn from a skilled person if he had the chance.

Deeply wanting to tie Ray’s steps, he insinuated.

“Since the training of the soldiers has begun, why don’t we go to the gymnasium?”

Even after talking about it, Pelos felt sorry for him.

To watch the training of soldiers to a skilled person like that.

It is rudeness that can be offensive depending on the listener.

Hana Ray said with a smile that made his concerns go unnoticed.

“great.”

Since there is nothing to do at the moment, I was thinking about what to soothe the boredom.

I couldn’t help but fall for Pelos’ sweet offer.

Looking at him, Pelos thought.

‘He’s taking care of me.’

Despite her young age, she has the ability to overwhelm Sylveria and a spirit comparable to her, so it can’t be seen as a bad thing.

Not knowing in a dream that he was firmly mistaken, Pelos took the lead with a smile on his face.

“Follow me. Today, I will show you a little deeper.”

* * *

Sylveria was in great confusion.

As soon as I got back to my bedroom to get rid of the shock of last night, I went straight to sleep.

However, even after waking up, the shock of Dalian was still there.

“…I lost.”

When was the last time you had a fight with someone your age?

But on top of that, he even lost.

She calmed her still shaking hands.

“I’ve never seen a sword move like that.”

The sword of the young man he looked down on was huge.

It was also soft and quiet.

A sword that has reached stillness.

Nonetheless, his career on the sword was considerable, and if he recklessly tried to block it, it would be like being cut with the sword.

I’ve been learning swordsmanship for over ten years, but I’ve never heard of such a sword existing.

Isn’t this a state only possible for sword masters who say they built their own sword?

The saliva went down the drain.

I heard that there is only one person in the Holy Land known in the world who has reached Master at his age.

Silveria, who was looking for a connection between the two, smiled.

“It can’t be.”

She stretched and lifted herself up.

Putting on the plate armor one after another next to her, Sylveria took her sword and left the bedroom.

‘If he’s close to the master’s skills… Maybe…’

At least he seemed to be about the same age as himself, but his swordsmanship surpassed the other knights.

When I confirmed that it was not unusual, hope rose up.

Maybe he has a knack for magic too.

one in a million

If a miracle happens even one in ten million, wouldn’t it be possible to build a daedaedae according to his words.

Predicting the possibility, she immediately shook her head.

If one person’s talent for swordsman alone is amazing, it is impossible for one person to reach out to tactic.

Isn’t that already a level of fraud beyond genius?

There was no way a person like that could have been sent down unless the sky was crazy.

Quickly organizing her thoughts, Sylveria headed for the gymnasium with a slightly more relaxed face than before.

* * *

When Ray arrived at the gymnasium, the soldiers stopped moving.

“….”

“….”

All the soldiers were distracted by the swordsmanship he showed last night and couldn’t come to their senses.

A sword they couldn’t follow.

A road to be reached someday.

From the moment I realized that, my body strangely lost strength.

The head follows it, but the body often breaks down when it tries to follow it.

like smoke.

Ray’s movements floated into the minds of the soldiers, and they disappeared as soon as they tried to catch them. “

Ugh

…”

Seeing the sword floundering in the air naturally frowned.

Ray clicked his tongue.

“Tsk tsk. This is serious.”

At that, Phellos bowed his head as if he was indifferent.

“It has been like this since morning. Since they are low-performing guys, there was no way.”

“At times like this, it would be better to rest.”

If you overdo it here, the mana rod may be twisted.

In martial arts, this is called mastery of magic, but if you make a mistake, you could end up not being able to hold a sword for the rest of your life.

Pelos said as if he was perplexed.

“Probably won’t listen to me even if I force it to stop. It’s the first time I’ve seen these guys voluntarily swing their swords like this.”

My butt hurts all over.

I know how you feel.

However, even if you keep chasing a sword that doesn’t suit you, the only thing left is futility.

Rather, it would be better to hone your own swordsmanship at that time.

Ray looked at the soldiers.

Most of them use a sword as a cane to hit bruises and wriggle their swords like zombies.

Among them, there were also those who blamed themselves.

As I watched it, I sighed.

The moment your heart starts to weaken.

Sylveria appeared at the gymnasium.

“Stop being pathetic.”

I shoot soldiers with cold words.

“What a pitiful figure this sword-wielding swordsman is! Can you still call yourself a soldier of the Sylvester family!”

However, despite the sharp voices piercing their ears, the soldiers remained the same.

flutteringly.

Huh Huh Huh Huh.

Even if it was a mollusk, there was nothing strange about it, so Sylveria pulled out her sword from her waist. The white

swords

that are pulled without any friction are shiny.

In the eyes of others, there was no such thing as a wonderful appearance.

She pulled out her sword like a hero and showed off her swordsmanship.

Family swordsmanship handed down from generation to generation in the family of Count Sylvester.

His splendid swordsmanship was admired by King Heron of the previous generation and was even given a nameplate.

The swordsmanship that made the Count’s family a renowned swordsman unfolded in Silveria’s hands.

struggling.

It is a movement no different from the others.

Not only the soldiers watching, but even Ray exclaimed in admiration.

I hope it was you too.

“Yes?”

Did you notice your own abnormality?

Silveria teased her sword again.

struggling.

It was so disrespectful that if the previous King Heron had seen it, he would have retrieved the nameplate again.

“Why?”

Whijeok-hwijeok- No matter

how many times he teased them, the result was the same.

He tried to use his traditional swordsmanship, but turned into a mollusk as if his body refused.

It was this much, so Ray was also surprised.

I just borrowed Zeke’s swordsmanship for a while, but it’s so effective!

With this, the count’s power has been destroyed!

If it went back like this, within a week, all the soldiers defending the territory would become scarecrows.

After watching them for a while, Ray had a reasonable suspicion.

Ray handed the practice sword to Pelos, who was watching the soldiers with his hands behind his back.

“Try it.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Try swinging it.”

Pelos laughed haha at his cool gaze.

“It’s a bit difficult to move your body in front of the soldiers on time.”

Silveria, who was soaked in misery and shaking her hands, joined.

“Try it.”

Is it a desperate will that he cannot die alone?

Even the countess’s daughter spoke, and even Pelos, who ate whatever she had in between, couldn’t resist.

In the end, he had no choice but to accept the sword.

I took a deep breath and immediately drew the sword.

loosely.

This guy was the same.

From low-end soldiers to knights who teach them.

None of them were perfectly fine.

Sylveria grinned at Pelos’ clumsy swordsmanship.

Ray also smiled.

“I’ll turn.”

* * *

Royal family of Heron.

Two men and women who looked elegant at first glance and an old woman sat facing each other.

Even though they were finely dressed, it was difficult to hide the winds and waves of the years. The old woman with fine wrinkles stared at them.

“The Marquis of Garen and Viscount Mace are looking for Count Sylvester?”

At that, the young man nodded.

“yes. Movement is not unusual. I guess it has something to do with ‘it’.”

Was it harsh to say that?

The old woman’s brow twitched.

“Have you prepared?”

“Not yet.”

“What have you been doing up until now? If the Marquis and the Viscount moved, it would have meant that even the central nobles were in the same line. If you’re moving this slow, you’ll be caught by those laggards.”

“I know. However, it is difficult to stop him because he went in the name of promoting friendship with the count. If you accidentally interfere, you might say that the royal family oppresses the nobles.”

Certainly, considering the way they behave, the possibility of that happening is not small.

Seeing that there was nothing they could do to stop it, the old woman drool.

“Huh… How about putting other nobles first?”

“There is hardly a noble family in the realm that is not under the influence of the central nobility. It probably won’t respond well. Since the royal family is directly contacting the nobles, it will only spread bad rumors.”

Simply put, it is an outlier.

It is clear that it was made unstoppable when it was planned from the beginning.

Thinking of the faces of the Marquis Garen and Viscount Mace, who were laughing at the royal family from behind, made me feel like my five organs were all twisted.

Let the old woman tap the desk with a poop-chewed expression.

Perhaps thinking this was an opportunity, the woman who had been still still opened her mouth.

“I have one way.”

A low-ranking aristocrat, she wanted to take this opportunity to show herself well to the royal family and become a high-ranking aristocrat.

The old woman knew this too, but pretended not to know and was using her as a chess piece.

At the word that there was a way, the tempted old woman looked at the woman.

“Tell me, Viscount Selone.”

“It is said that there is a noble son from the kingdom of Celia in the county of Sylvesta. How about using him?”

“Aristocratic children?”

“yes. There is one servant who has been secretly planted as an attendant of the Count’s family. He said it was the son of a baron.”

Not a baron, but a son of a baron.

It’s perfectly fine.

If there was a problem, if you were a high-ranking aristocrat, there was a risk of being retaliated against by the kingdom of Celia.

Furthermore, the Kingdom of Silia is a kingdom protected by a renowned saint.

If he hated him, he could be shunned by the kingdoms who looked after him.

However, as long as the baron’s self-restraint is sufficient, there is no problem.

Even if a problem arises in the unlikely event, they can be sufficiently mitigated on their own lines.

The old woman’s face gradually brightened as if it was a good idea.

“Ho-ho-ho. good idea. If things go well, give my Viscount Selone some strength.”

Even Viscount Sellon’s expression improved.

It’s been three years since I rolled like a dog under the queen.

I couldn’t be this happy when I finally heard what I wanted.

She bowed her head, suppressing uncontrollable joy.

“I am just grateful.”

When the central aristocrats want to investigate the count family’s dynamics.

The royal family of Heron also began to move along with the central nobility.

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To Hell With Being A Saint, I’m A Doctor

To Hell With Being A Saint, I’m A Doctor

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[MTL] Yusung is a genius doctor famous in the medical world. He, who spent his whole life in an operation room, died in a traffic accident, and when he woke up, he was in another world. But… a saintess? A holy empire? Healing magic? “I put so much effort into learning medicine, but now all I need to do is touch someone and they’re healed? Seriously, I think I’ve gone crazy.”

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