Chapter 45 The Saint’s Treatment and the Unexpected Kiss
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
If I could just manage to slip the [Collar of Submission] onto Princess Elisabeth, that would be more than enough.
I went into my talks with the Empire’s princess with a casual attitude. But through a completely unexpected turn, I got a gain much bigger than I hoped: borrowing the princess herself for a whole day.
To top it all off, I even succeeded in placing my collar on her personal guardian knight.
It was safe to say the results of this meeting were very good.
But as the price for that success, my left arm was wounded.
”It hurts so much”1
That damn Freya had jumped at me wanting to kill me.
The cut wasn’t deep, but blood was slowly leaking out, and a steady, beating pain spread through my arm.
I was managing to keep the bleeding under control for now, but leaving it like this would be trouble.
I needed to get it treated, and fast.
Using the finding ability on my choker-style Magic artifact [Collar of Submission], I searched for where the princess of this kingdom, Elenor, was.
She was the highest user of light magic in the whole nation.
The ‘Saint’, so to speak.
An injury like this would heal very quickly if she did it.
…Found her.
The student council room, huh? Perfect.
Using Teleportation Magic, I went to an empty staircase right outside the student council room. As the space distortion from the magic faded, I was standing where I needed to be.
From there, with a completely casual face, I walked down the hall and went to the room where the princess was waiting.
When I knocked on the heavy door, a young man wearing glasses emerged from within.
Elliot Valias—one of Prince Liam’s closest aides.
He was tall and thin, giving off a sharp, smart impression. His deep blue hair was like the night sky, and his eyes looked right through me with a calm, thinking mind. Right away, his look turned into a twisted glare of suspicion.
He didn’t even try to hide his clear wariness.
Come to think of it, this guy was a member of the student council.
”…What do you want? Grimlock.”
Elliot questioned me, making no effort to hide his anger, his tone cold as ice.
Well, this was a bit of a problem.
I came all this way to get my wound wouldn’t be treated, but on the surface, I had almost no connection to her. For someone like me to personally ask Princess Elenor for treatment… no matter how you looked at it,’t that be hard to believe?
What kind of excuse should I use?
In a fraction of a second scenarios, multiple flashed through my mind, assembling and discarding themselves instantly.
Just as I was brainstorming the optimal pretext to smooth things over, Elenor’s slightly panicked voice echoed from inside the Room.
”G-Grimlock-kun! Yes, I called him. Um, I wanted to discuss something about peace!”
Nice save, Princess.
Talk about unexpected covering fire.
Having said her piece, Elenor ushered me into the room.
”Leave us alone for a while. I have something confidential to discuss!”
Then, wielding the absolute, non-negotiable authority of an aristocratic royal, she locked Elliot out of the room.
Even through the heavy door, I could practically picture Elliot’s utterly unconvinced, frustrated face.
I felt a tiny bit sorry for the guy, but now I could get my wound treated without any distractions.
”W-What do you want, you…? You’re not thinking of something sinister again, are you?”
The moment we were left entirely alone, Elenor spoke up, her upper-class restraint straining against her immediate Suspicion.
Yet, her expression looked strangely like that of a child anxiously anticipating something.
Her face was slightly flushed, and I could tell that she was secretly giddy.
Contrary to her harsh words, her gaze was laced with a mixture of curiosity and expectation.
”Oh, it’s nothing major. I just made a bit of a blunder. I sustained an injury, so I thought I would ask the Princess to heal it for me.”
When I bared the wound on my left arm, her eyes widened for a fleeting fraction of a second.
”W-what, is that all?! Ha! D-don’t get the wrong idea! I wasn’t expecting anything else, or anything like that!”
”Yes, yes, I understand completely.”
”W-well then! Let me see the wound!”
It seemed she had been fully anticipating some kind of “punishment.”
—Good grief.
Her sheer panic only made her look more adorable.
I extended my blood-stained arm out toward her.
”Could you directly touch my skin and channel your Healing Magic straight into it? For some reason, the efficacy is poor unless it’s done that way. It’s just a minor quirk of my physical constitution.”
”Well, what about that? Well, I’ll do what you want.”
Of course, no such constitution actually existed.
It was merely a random excuse I spun on the spot to get treated without having to explain the details of the “Magic Seal” to her.
Elenor’s slender, pale fingers gently touched my wound.
The next instant, a warm, exceptionally pure mana of light flowed into me from her chilly fingertips.
As expected of someone hailed as the Saint of Light, her Healing Magic was magnificent.
The pain of the injury receded smoothly, and the gaping wound sealed itself shut beautifully without leaving so much as a scar. The sheer speed of the recovery almost made me let out an involuntary gasp of admiration.
”…This should be fine.”
Having mended the wound, her face bore an expression brimming with profound affection, looking exactly like a holy mother.
Her beautiful golden hair shimmered with a divine, radiant brilliance against the afternoon light filtering into the room. That sacred glow, however, only served to fiercely ignite the wicked impulses smoldering deep within me.
The very word ‘Saint’ conversely amplified her sacrilegious, corrupting charm.
Driven entirely by an overwhelming impulse, I pulled her close into a tight embrace at point-blank range and pressed my lips against hers.
A soft, sweet sensation.
It was exactly like brushing against a delicate flower petal.
Elenor’s eyes snapped wide open, and she froze completely with a face that laid bare her total inability to She could not comprehend what had just transpired. Only sheer shock and utter confusion were reflected in her eyes.
Before long, as reality finally caught up with her, her face rapidly flushed a deep, vivid crimson.
Her cheeks were dyed a brilliant red, completely indistinguishable from an apple.
And then, putting every ounce of her strength into it, she violently shoved my chest away.
”Y-you bastard! W-what do you think you’re doing!? You didn’t deliberately injure yourself just to get closer to me, did you!?”
Her voice trembled violently, her aristocratic tone fracturing under a mixture of burning rage and intense humiliation.
”What do I mean? There’s no grand scheme. You were just beautiful, so I kissed you. It was just a whim, more or less.”
When I stated this as if it were the most natural thing in the world, she seemed to spiral even further into confusion.
Her eyes darted back and forth anxiously, looking exactly like a startled young fawn.
”Besides, no matter how you look at it, there’s no way I would cut my own arm just to get a kiss. Aren’t you being a bit too self-conscious, Princess?”
At my words, Eleanor’s face burned an even deeper shade of red.
This time, it was driven by pure, unadulterated fury riding on top of her embarrassment.
Her breathing turned ragged, and her chest heaved up and down violently.
Trembling uncontrollably, she opened her mouth to scream at me once more.
But it was precisely at that exact moment.
Bang!!
The door to the room was violently slammed open.
The sound of groaning wood echoed through the space, heavy with tightly coiled anger.
”What’s going on, Elenor-sama!!”
Standing right there was Elliot, the very man who had been driven out of the room just moments ago, demanded an immediate empirical accounting of the disturbance. His sharp blue eyes took on the entire layout of the room in a single fraction of a second.
”Hmm…! You, Grimlock! What have you done to Elenor-sama?!”
Having violently shoved me away, Elenor was currently slumped onto the floor.
Her golden hair was completely disheveled, spilling messily across her face.
Meanwhile, I was down on one knee right beside her.
It was a perfect, textbook composition that made it look as though I had been aggressively forcing myself upon her.
This was the absolute worst.
A situation that couldn’t possibly be more prone to generating a misunderstanding.
Now then, how should I excuse myself?
I analyzed the situation in an instant.
In a predicament like this, words would hold absolutely no meaning.
I thought about it for a fleeting second.
And then, I chose the option that promised to be the “most entertaining.”
Reaching down, I grabbed the arm of the utterly stunned Elenor as she sat paralyzed on the floor, and forcefully pulled her body tightly against mine.
I could hear her sharp, startled gasp from mere inches away.
And there, right before Elliot’s wide-open eyes, I pressed my lips against hers once more, sinking into a deep kiss.
Excuses were entirely unnecessary—
In a predicament like this, actions spoke far more eloquently than words ever could.
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Summary:
Wounded from his intense encounter with Freya, Grimlock seeks out Princess Elenor in the student council room to exploit her top-tier light magic for healing. By weaving a fabricated physical constitution excuse, he convinces her to use direct touch, culminating in a spontaneous kiss that leaves her flustered. The intimate moment is abruptly shattered when her high-intellect aide, Elliot, bursts into the room to witness a highly compromising scene, prompting Grimlock to aggressively double down on his actions.
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Trivia:
Grimlock’s left-arm injury was sustained during his recent political and physical confrontation with Freya, who fought with genuine intent to kill.
The choker-style artifact Grimlock wears double duties as the [Collar of Submission] mechanism and a locator beacon tracking royal signatures.
Princess Elenor is structurally defined as the nation’s premier Saint of Light, whose magic can fully reconstruct deep lacerations instantly.
Elliot Valias’s immediate hostility stems entirely from his role as an elite member of the student council and direct political aide to Prince Liam.
The healing process required direct skin-to-skin contact, an artificial requirement invented on the spot by Grimlock to obscure his Magic Seal mechanics.
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Translation Notes:
Notes:
• Elisabeth – A transfer student and princess of the Adrastea Empire, she possesses lustrous blue hair, striking amber eyes, and a refined, dignified beauty akin to a living painting. Known for her icy composure and formidable royal authority, she maintains elegance even under distress. As a high-stakes subject of imperial negotiations, she carries herself with a grace that reflects her absolute status.
• de – A particle used in the aristocratic name of the Margrave Albion de Blanchefort.
• Freya – A guardian knight serving Princess Elisabeth who lunged with absolute intent to kill, wounding the protagonist’s left arm. A hot-headed female knight with burning, copper-colored hair who serves as the personal guard to Princess Elisabeth. A twenty-two-year-old female guardian knight from a destitute knightly house who serves Princess Elisabeth. She has short, cropped copper-red hair, amber eyes, a toned physique, and a few faint scars etched across her face.
• Elenor – The Student Council President, a noble princess and revered “Saint of Light” with radiant golden hair and piercing blue eyes, is a sharp-minded master of adaptation. A skilled swordswoman and secret arena gladiator, she relies on past lessons with Xenos to prepare for threats like Grimlock’s tracking magic. Despite facing a brutal submission ordeal, she remains resilient, performing expertly to protect her secrets.
• Elliot – A tall, slender student council member and fiercely loyal aide to Prince Liam, he is known for his sharp, strategic mind and piercing blue eyes. Often seen with his signature deep blue hair, he is a close associate of the Prince who harbors deep, unrequited romantic feelings for Elenor, reacting with visible fury and extreme distress whenever he witnesses her intimacy with others like Grimlock.
• Valias – The Valias family name, carried by Elliot.
• Liam – The idealistic First Prince is a calm, detached leader dedicated to human and demi-human harmony. Engaged to Princess Elisabeth Adrastea, he maneuvers against the warmongering Grimlock family while maintaining the absolute loyalty of his aide, Elliot Valias. His political standing is threatened by a leaked magic recording that reveals his secret, passionate pursuit of Cecilia over his duty.
• Grimlock – Xenos, heir to the influential House of Margrave Grimlock, manages his family’s assets and military legacy from the Royal Capital alongside his father, Gaius. Behind this prestigious facade, the mana-less protagonist exploits his knowledge of the game’s script to manipulate others. Using tactical falsehoods, spatial magic, and the Collar of Submission, he maneuvers through dangerous social circles.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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