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    ༺ The Lord Is With Us (23) ༻

    My reunion with Senior Elsie was short-lived.

    She rushed out of the room before I could even ask how she was doing. I wanted to ask if she was hurt anywhere, but like usual, she just did whatever she wanted.

    ‘Though I guess that’s one of her charms.’

    With such a thought, I looked down at my stomach.

    The abdominal wound was dressed in bandage that was covered in blood and pus.

    Wounds inflicted by demonic beasts didn’t heal easily, no matter how much holy power was poured into closing the wound. I thought it’d be different with the Saintess’ exceptional holy power, but the fact that discharge was still leaking out meant one thing.

    That the demonic monkey from that night was especially strong and had demonic energy potent enough to resist the Saintess’ highly pure holy power.

    I couldn’t detect it until it was too late. Even if it had moved stealthily, it still meant that it was capable of escaping my senses although my senses were sharper than ever before.

    I didn’t know much about the beast, but it seemed worthy of being named.

    After all, it had to at least be that strong for it to make me feel threatened for my life. Thinking back, the letter had mentioned that I would be in a life-threatening battle, and it seemed like it was referring to this encounter.

    With a click of my tongue, I sorrowfully stared down at my wound.

    Recently, I’d been too careless with my body. If I continued to accumulate injuries like this, I figured I might have to listen to the Saintess’ scoldings again.

    ‘Though she might not care, now that things became estranged between us.’

    Right at that moment, a voice entered my ears.

    “…….Are you dumb?”

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