The Demon Saint is Missing, so I Ran to Another World

Flight to the Conclave (Part 1)

**Kuro**

When I opened my eyes, I was in a different place.

"..."

It took me a while before everything 'loaded' in my head, but eventually, I realized I was in some sort of a room.

"Ah! You're finally awake, Sir!"

Princess Noir suddenly appeared on my side, followed by Shevaun and the other maids.

"Where...?"

"You're back in Helfan, in my palace," she said. "Shevaun and the other doctors brought you here on Rosita's back."

"Oh..." then my eyes turned to Shevaun, "Milady, how's the army?"

"We won, but there are casualties."

"Many?"

The demon chamberlain shook her head, "It's negligible. Most are just light wounds; there are some who got severe injuries, and a few deaths. But overall, even the untrained in military matters can tell that our operation is a huge success. The Lord Castrio Sargdhenerri is sending his gratitude in your swift and decisive action."

Well, at least I can rest easy with that fact. The rebellion against the new government was suppressed, and the reformed army proved its skills and worth. The demon king-president, Hurion Devras IV, could now govern properly.

"Sir," it was Princess Noir, "I believe that the greatest tragedy in that offensive is what happened to you." She then pulled out a newspaper, "Look, even the reporters are covering your condition; the populace is concerned about your well-being."

More than 'concerned', I'd say they're curious of the exploits of the only human to command an army of demons in the modern days, given the historical animosity between the two races. In any case, I took the newspaper from her hands to read. The headlines screamed, 'Mixed Success: How the Federal Army Won and Lost', and the subtitles went like, 'Newly Reformed Military Trounces Rebel Forces at the Cost of the Hero of Darkmoor Getting Severely Wounded'.

'Hero of Darkmoor'? I guess I gained another title, eh?

As I tried to sit, however, a sharp pain shot from my back. Naturally, my hands quickly went for that part, and I winced in pain. I guess what the newspapers said were true.

"Milord, a stray bullet hit you in the back," the demon chamberlain as she and Princess Noir assisted me. "Please don't stand or sit just yet."

"Eh, no worries," I chuckled, and my hands glowed white. Soon, a warm sensation flowed to my injury, and the pain disappeared. "As long as I'm alive, I can always heal myself. I possess the god-powers of the Human Saint, remember?" I flexed my non-existent muscles just to show them I was already good as new.

The Human Saint's god-powers are really handy in situations like this.

The sighs of relief came from the other maids, except for the chamberlain and Princess Noir themselves. The demon king-president, still unconvinced, told me, "Even if you can use all the god-powers of the saints, the fact remains that you still have to be alive to cast it. What if you died on the battlefield? It's all over once that happens!"

"Your Highness, I'm alive," I reiterated. "That's what matters!"

"I don't care," she insisted. "If that bullet hit your head, your life is gone."

I could only stare at Princess Noir. She was raising her voice just now. I get it that she's concerned about me, but I mean, come on, I'm still alive, right? Why does she keeps on thinking of the other scenario?