The Cowardly Baby Saint Sees Ghosts - Chapter 40

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# Chapter 40
[You have healed Becky’s younger brother!]
[Good Deed Gauge +5]
[Current count: 54 / 1000]
The moment my eyes opened, one thought crystallized above all others.
I’m still alive?
If I were dead, my entire body wouldn’t ache like this.
I stared blankly at the familiar ceiling for a moment before belatedly recognizing that this was my room.
When the Temple’s distinctive clean scent reached my nostrils, the tension that had gripped my body finally began to ease.
“Holy Maiden!”
Someone let out a muffled sob from beside me, as if they’d sensed movement.
When I turned my head, Becky was sitting at the edge of my bed. Her eyes were red-rimmed, and she held a wet cloth in her hands—hands that trembled faintly when I looked closer.
“You’re awake? Thank goodness… thank goodness you’re awake.”
My voice came out rough. My mouth was bone-dry.
“…Becky.”
Becky hurried to fetch a cup of water and held it to my lips. I managed to swallow just one small sip at a time.
“It’s been two days since you collapsed, Holy Maiden. Your fever won’t break, and your breathing turned shallow, and… I can’t tell you how worried we all were.”
Her voice grew thick again. Looking at her now, I could see the pronounced shadows beneath her eyes. She’d clearly spent nights keeping vigil at my bedside.
As the cool water slid down my throat, my mind began to stir and slowly piece things together.
I’d tried to save Becky’s brother Robin, but instead I’d had my Holy Power drained away.
I tried to push myself upright, but my body refused.
“Ugh.”
Everything creaked and groaned in protest.
Becky gasped and gently pressed me back down.
“No, you mustn’t! You still need more rest. The physician said you need at least several more days of complete recovery.”
“What about Robin?”
Becky hesitated, then bowed her head sharply. When she spoke, her voice trembled.
“He’s safe.”
“…!”
“It’s thanks to you, Holy Maiden. Truly, thank you so very much.”
With those words, she gripped my hand tightly.
“And Holy Maiden, I’m truly sorry. Because of my brother, you’ve suffered like this, and I have no words to express my guilt.”
Genuine remorse echoed through her voice.
“For two days straight, watching over you, I was terrified that you wouldn’t wake up.”
I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.
“At least everyone is safe. That’s what matters.”
As I murmured this, Becky wiped away her tears.
“But still, you can’t imagine how shocked we all were when you collapsed. I haven’t slept properly since that day.”
I glanced away, uncomfortable.
‘It’s not like I did it on purpose.’
I felt a bit wronged, but even so, the sincerity of her concern came through to me clearly.
I could guess what Liam’s face must look like without seeing it. That man treated every stumble of mine as if the world had crumbled.
“Where is Liam?”
“He’s at the Training Grounds with my brother.”
“At the Training Grounds?”
I blinked rapidly.
Had I heard that correctly?
It had only been moments since I learned Robin was safe, and now he was at the Training Grounds?
Why would a patient be at the Training Grounds?
‘Shouldn’t he be in bed?’
Becky, reading my expression, spoke carefully.
“I think you’ll understand once you see for yourself.”
* * *
And soon I found myself doubting the sight before my eyes.
The Robin in my last memory had been skeletal—nothing but skin stretched over bone.
I remembered grasping those twig-like arms and pouring Holy Power into him before consciousness slipped away…
“Is that really Robin?”
Robin, dressed now in clean clothes, was wielding a sword under Liam’s guidance at the Training Grounds.
He was still thin, certainly, but his eyes held a spark that hadn’t been there when he lay lifeless.
And more than anything, I could see muscle definition when he swung his arms.
‘Muscle?’
A person with no body fat suddenly developing muscle—it didn’t make sense.
Could Holy Power really transform someone so dramatically?
“Is it normal for him to change like that?”
Becky let out an embarrassed laugh.
“No. Normally recovery would be very gradual, but Robin’s always been such an unusual child. He was sickly from early on, so even I didn’t expect him to recover this much.”
I was turning over her words in my mind when it happened.
Robin, who had been swinging his sword, suddenly noticed me.
He paused mid-motion, exchanged a brief word with Liam, and strode over.
His gait was long but unhurried. His expression hardly shifted.
Yet the moment his eyes found mine, they flickered—just barely, just for an instant.
“You’ve regained consciousness.”
His voice was low and measured. The temperature between us was worlds apart from Becky, who had been crying so loudly moments before.
‘…Wait.’
This felt different from that boy before I’d fainted—before my Holy Power was stolen—the one who’d been begging so desperately.
“How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine.”
Brief. The words I’d expected to continue stopped there.
Instead, Robin knelt on one knee before me and bowed his head deeply.
“…Thank you.”
That was all. No eloquent phrases, no tears or emotional display.
Yet strangely, that single short word carried more weight.
His lowered head remained still for a long moment. I could feel from that frozen posture alone that this wasn’t some perfunctory gesture.
“Stand up. Your legs aren’t hurting?”
“…I’m fine.”
There it was again. This person seemed to have only that one phrase in his vocabulary.
Yet even as he rose, his eyes were full of concern as they studied me.
‘He really doesn’t talk much.’
Those eyes resembled Becky’s, but his personality seemed nothing like hers.
Water droplets fell from his sweat-dampened chestnut hair. Robin wiped at them carelessly with his sleeve, then fixed his gaze on me once more.
“It hasn’t even been a day since your body recovered, yet he’s already training this hard?”
I glanced past him at Liam, asking the question instead.
Liam’s expression flickered with a hint of guilt.
‘He can make that face?’
“Well…”
After a long pause, he murmured quietly.
“I became eager to verify his talent in Swordsmanship as soon as possible. My apologies.”
“Wait, talent in Swordsmanship?”
My eyes widened. The number of times I’d held a sword in my life could probably be counted on one hand, yet he had talent?
The fact that Liam had recognized it at all was impressive.
“Yes. I’m thinking of training him.”
I was marveling at his words when it happened.
Suddenly, a Status Window materialized before my eyes.
[You have encountered a major character.]
Target: Robin (Robin Hart in the narrative) / Sword Master
Wait, was there such a character?
As I tried to grasp at my fading memories, the Status Window, perhaps impatient, displayed another screen.
[System]
Recalling the original work’s content.
[Character Information]
Name: Robin Hart
A knight capable of unleashing unparalleled power once his Mana is replenished.
The Emperor Demian’s right hand and this world’s secondary protagonist.
What, what do you mean secondary protagonist?
More importantly, did Becky have a surname? She’s a commoner, so she shouldn’t have one.
[In the future, upon saving Demian from a crisis, he will be granted a surname.]
That’s right—I was inside a novel.
I stared at the Robin before me with an odd expression.
‘So this quiet boy grows up to become Demian’s right hand?’
The image of this taciturn, expressionless child glued to that verbose tyrant’s side simply wouldn’t come together in my mind.
No, I couldn’t give up talent like this to the palace.
I looked straight at Liam with a grin.
“Liam, since you’re going to teach him anyway, teach him properly so he can become a Holy Knight later.”
“I accept your command.”
“Please do so.”
Robin added a brief remark. His expression barely changed, but those words carried a definite weight.
Becky watched him with satisfaction, then suddenly seemed to remember something and interjected from beside me.
“This boy has always been quiet. He’s been that way since he was little.”
“I can see that.”
“But he has a soft heart. Ever since you came up, he’s just been holding that sword without putting it down for days.”
“Sister.”
Robin called her gently. That was all. But Becky’s mouth snapped shut at once.
I glanced at Robin again.
“It’s not that Liam forced you into this, is it?”
I hadn’t exactly chosen to become a Saint of my own free will, after all.
I was worried that this boy might have been saddled with a role he never wanted.
“Do you really want to do this?”
When I asked, Robin fell silent for a moment.
It wasn’t a long silence, but I already sensed he wasn’t the type to answer carelessly.
“I do, very much.”
Short and clear.
“Never again.”
His voice caught there. I noticed his fist clench tight.
“I don’t want to become someone who can do nothing ever again.”
I closed my mouth.
“When sister went into the Temple to earn money to treat me, I could only lean on her.”
His eyes grew slightly red at the memory, but he didn’t cry. Not quite.
Calmly, deliberately, Robin continued.
“I know I probably can’t save someone’s life the way you did. I know my gratitude can never be repaid.”
“Robin.”
“That’s why I want to become a Holy Knight and stand by your side.”
The words themselves were few. But the weight they carried was immense. Sincerity without a shred of flattery—only what was necessary, chosen with care.
My heart pounded.
The man who would become a tyrant’s right hand in the future, who would have a hand in my death.
Now he was saying he’d become a knight to protect me.
Yet at the same time, I felt a chill of dread.
Having someone stand beside you sounded lovely in theory, but it also meant they could be hurt in your place.
And I already knew what future awaited Liam.
That was when Becky, who had been watching our exchange with warmth, suddenly gasped and started rummaging through her belongings.
The moment I sensed something amiss and my lips twitched slightly.
“I’m so sorry, Saint. I should have given you this first, but I’ve been in such a fluster—”
No. I don’t know what it is, but I don’t want to hear it.
A familiar-patterned letter envelope slipped from her bosom.
“Saint.”
Don’t say it.
I already know what it is.
“An invitation has arrived.”
To reiterate: Gaitel was remarkably efficient with his work.
“A Debutante Card.”
Oh, merciful heavens.

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