The Reincarnated Saint Aims For The Friendship End!

I made Otou-sama mad, was summoned to his study, and made to confess thoroughly.

Well, it is Otou-sama, so I’m glad that I was able to get advice from his historical knowledge.

“To create a faction that ranks 3rd in the country in just 6 days… this is unheard of. This will go down in history,” he said.

“Do you have any hints on how to run a faction? From your perspective as a historian, Otou-sama,” I said.

“I suppose… for the time being, the characteristic of the Saint’s Faction is that it is a timed faction,” Otou-sama said.

“A timed faction?” I asked.

At that, Otou-sama spread out his hands and made a gesture like turning a potter’s wheel.

This is a potter’s wheel spinning that people with high intelligence do when explaining!!

“In other words, a faction centered around the saint candidate, you, Makoto, only exists for 3 years until you graduate from school,” Otou-sama said.

“Ah, right, that is what will happen,” I said.

That’s right, after graduating, I will be appointed as a saint, so communication between nobles will cease.

“It’s a faction with a short 3-year time limit, and that’s why Duke Appleby, who is connected to the royal family, and Marquis Clayton, who is usually unrelated to politics, can easily participate,” Otou-sama said. “The perks are their lines into the Temple and interaction with the saint.”

“Interaction with me?” I asked.

“If they get along well with you, Makoto, and they have the Saint-sama come to their territory, the joy of its residents will be immeasurable. There is also the practical aspect, in that it gives you access to influential nobles who rarely attend organizational gatherings. This faction will only grow even larger.”

Hoeh, what a faction with advantages.

I wonder if more people will come join, it’s going to be tough.

“I’ll try to cooperate as much as possible,” Otou-sama said. “Ah, you know, at this age, I didn’t think I’d get involved in politics. But it’s also a chance to practice what I’ve been researching. My heart is beating in excitement, Makoto.”

“Otou-sama, if you’re on our side, we’ll be 100 men strong,” I said.

This feels like a skilled general joining a faction.

If anything happens, run it by Dulcie. I’d like to hear Otou-sama’s opinion.

I wish I had a mobile phone.

Aren’t magic radios being developed?

“Honestly, Makoto, you’ve gone far beyond our expectations. Really, I’m proud of you, my daughter.”

Otou-sama smiled as he said so.

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Seeing that made my heart warm.

“Thank you Otou-sama,” I said, smiling naturally.

I really do love my adoptive father.

After being released from Otou-sama’s interrogation, I went to the mansion’s bath.

It’s not that big, but I can relax at my parent’s house.

Well, it’s one of my sets of parents’ houses.

By the way, Hiyoko-Do does not have a bath.

Common people’s houses often don’t have baths.

As for what to do instead, I’ll go to the public bath.

Since it’s an otome game in another world, there’s a huge Roman-style public bath where you can get massages and eat.

It’s like a health spa in another world.

I get out of the bath, change into my pajamas, and go to my room.

Yaa, it’s been only six days, but it feels amazing to be back.

After all, it was six days in which many things happened.

I relax on the bed.

Ah, my adoptive parent’s house is good.

I don’t hate room 205, but it’s good to be alone.

I wonder if Dulcie’s room has been decided.

It would be a problem if I had to double up with her.

Living together is uncomfortable, but it’s still fun.

As I rolled over on my side, I noticed that there was a scroll of parchment under the desk.

I wonder what it is?

I got up and took it.

“To My Future Self”

And the title is on the outside.

?

I don’t remember writing it.

I wonder what it is.

Perhaps, when I started living here, I wrote down my aspirations for my future self.

I’m sure it’s a record of how I felt when I entered the school and how I felt when I was fresh to all this.

I don’t remember writing it.

Let’s see, shall we?

I went weak and fell to my knees on the floor.

On the parchment, in large Japanese letters, it read,

“I want to read BL manga!!”

I let my guard down.

I let my guard down.

Three years ago, I was an idiot too.

Stupid people only write stupid things.

But, I know how you feel, I want to read BL manga.

I want to read a beautiful, suspicious, and aesthetically pleasing BL written by someone else.

Or rather, I want to read manga, I want to read light novels, I want to play social games, I want to play gacha, I want to watch anime.

Ah, I want to go back to Japan.

Tears came to my eyes.

Ah, I want to eat McDonald’s hamburgers, I want to eat 7-Eleven tuna mayonnaise rice balls.

I want to eat Ten-Ichi ramen.

I want to eat Tantan ramen.

I wiped away the overflowing tears.

In this world, I am treated so favorably and have cheats, but my hometown is Japan of that era, and I really want to go back.

Ah, but, ahh,

There is no Carol in Japan.

Neither Corinna-chan nor Melissa-chan are there.

Curtis and Elmer are not there either.

It’s not all about good things, and it’s not all about bad things.

Think positive.

If you don’t have delicious Japanese food, go to Horai and make something.

Alright, when I graduate, I’m going to Horai!

That’s right, let’s go with Carol and Corinna!

When I thought that, my heart was full of energy.

All right, let’s go to sleep, the wind of tomorrow will blow tomorrow!