Fake Saint of the Year: You Wanted the Perfect Saint? Too Bad! Volume 4 by kabedondaikou

Fake Saint of the Year: You Wanted the Perfect Saint? Too Bad! Volume 4 by kabedondaikou

Author:kabedondaikou [KABEDONDAIKOU]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Publisher: J-Novel Club
Published: 2024-03-04T00:00:00+00:00


“Thank you... Thank you...”

“This is so good...”

“I don’t even know when I last had a meal like this...”

For some reason, my half-assed stew had moved these people to tears.

Um... I feel kinda bad for serving y’all something so sloppy now...

Leaving the jokes aside, this world was truly in a scary state. At this rate, it was only a matter of time before humanity disappeared altogether.

According to Verner, the situation was roughly the same everywhere. I’d only been there for a month, but I’d also witnessed desolation and suffering everywhere we’d gone.

I’d grown some fruit trees and vegetables around the village so that they’d have something to eat for the time being.

When we left, the villagers gathered to see us off. They all came up to me, one by one, to offer their thanks.

I answered with platitudes like, “I know things are hard now, but please don’t give up,” “No matter how dark the night, the sun will rise,” or “Thou art wheat, and thou shalt grow strong and straight even if thou are trampled upon.” Sorry, that last one was a lie. I didn’t have the nerve to say that kind of bullshit out loud.

“Thank you... Thank you...”

Dude, can you say anything else? I thought to myself. Still, I had a feeling that guy kept repeating those lines the whole time.

“We will never forget you!”

“Please stay safe!”

We walked away to the sound of the villagers wishing us well and headed toward the “witch” once more. They continued to wave until we’d disappeared over the horizon. Nope, actually, they’re still waving—just checked.

“Incredible as always, El. People treat ya like a saint wherever ya go,” Verner said with a chuckle.

Do I hear a hint of irony in your voice, Mr. Verner?

He probably thought it was funny that someone who shared a name with the infamous fake saint was treated like a saint. By the way, Verner always called me El, never Ellize. He probably hated the original too much to bring himself to say that name. I get you, bro.

“He’s right... You’re really amazing, El,” Marie said, looking at me with her bright eyes.

Just like Verner, she’d taken to calling me El. While she’d been wary of me at first, we’d gotten a lot closer recently.

Well, I’d been here for a month already, and I’d been nothing but nice in an attempt to show them that I was nothing like the Ellize they knew. Still, I wasn’t sure they liked me enough for me to drop a bomb like, “Oh, by the way, I’m the Ellize you know—just from another timeline!” without them trying to sucker punch me.

They both seemed pretty much convinced that I was a different person who only happened to share a name with her, and...well, technically I was another person. While we did share a body, we had different souls!

After we left that last village, we had to sleep outside for several days. Finally, the next village on our path came into view.

We traveled on foot, but since walking for days on end was exhausting, I often cheated with a bit of floating magic.



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