53-53. Saint Rico

When I reached the north gate, I saw a lot of people hanging out on the side of the street.

Ropes had been put up to keep people out of the street. Other soldiers were watching the residents with steely eyes.

'It's awfully popular,'

This place is full of people!

Are you sure you know Tetsuya for sure?

Hmm, I don't know. Maybe not.

Me and the high school girl at that time, 'Riko Satomi', were transferred to another world at the same time.

I don't remember exactly how many days have passed since we arrived in this world, but I think it's probably about 50 days.

Can you become so popular in such a short period of time?

It might be possible if we did something really big, though.

Well, you'll know it when you see it anyway.

We had very little time together, but I still remembered her face vividly.

There were a lot of people, but they could see it, as they could successfully get to the front.

'Oh, they're coming!'

Oh, my God, you're a saint!

The area near the entrance of the gate becomes noisy.

It seems that Saint Rico has arrived.

It's impossible to see her from this position, so I wait for her to pass by.

As the saint passes in front of me, I can tell where she is passing by because the residents are cheering enthusiastically.

The cheers are getting much closer, and she will be right in front of you soon.

I stare at the street with my eyes wide open, determined not to miss it.

Here they come!

A woman surrounded by multiple guards, smiling and waving to people. That's probably Saint Rico........

There's no doubt about it. It's the high school girl from back then.

Her face has changed a bit, and the clothes she's wearing have changed from a uniform to a white robe, but she was definitely the girl who moved to another world with me back then.

I was in the front, but with the amount of people here, they didn't notice me.

I briefly thought about appealing aloud, but I felt like that would be an airy-fairy action, so I decided against it.

'How's it going?'

I'm pretty sure it was my hometown boy.

Really?

After Rico passed by, the people around him gradually dwindled and became quiet.

'And how do you know it's the real thing?

I need to talk to you.

By the looks of it, he probably hasn't been taken in by the Abyssal King (Abyss King) yet. If that's the case, I have to tell her all the information I got from him at that time as soon as possible.

It is a matter of priority before finding out how to unlock the Mark.

But will we see him? You're very popular.

Yes....na....

There would be a great many people who would want to see her.

There were soldiers on guard around her, and she was likely to be heavily guarded.

It might be difficult to even get close to her.

'I'd better ask her if I can see her anyway.

The soldier who is stringing up this road must be a saint's man or something, so I'll ask him, since he'll know a lot about that.

'I'd like to ask you something.

I asked the soldier, who was still on guard duty after I passed by, a question.

'What,'

'I'd like to meet Saint Rico in person, is that possible?'

Impossible.

Why?

The idea of an impostor meeting a saint is so outrageous that he is not allowed to see anyone but those he trusts.

I need to talk to you.

'Then you can tell me your story. I will tell your story to the one who guards the saint's house around the house where she lives, and he will further tell your story to the one who takes care of the saint's surroundings, and he will tell the saint your story.

What is that message game?

You have to tell them in person, right?

If you don't go through people, they'll think it's incomprehensible and they won't take you seriously.

So what do we do then?

Maybe you could check the house and break in?　And then I'm a criminal. If they didn't remember my face, they could be caught.

However, it is a matter that must be told.

It's not a good idea to think about it in the middle of the road, so why don't you think about it when you get back to the inn?

That too, I suppose.

At Mek's urging, we returned to the inn.

I went home and thought about it, but in the end, no good ideas came to me that day.