I Kidnapped the Hero’s Women

Chop!

Yuria's palm struck the Pope’s bald head, which had been rapidly balding, and the Pope, who had been desperately ill and teetering on the brink of death, suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"Ugh..."

"Your Holiness! Are you starting to feel better?"

"My body... feels incredibly vibrant...!"

Despite having summoned renowned doctors, healers, and even sorcerers, nothing had improved.

Everyone in the room was stunned seeing the Pope suddenly spring to his feet after Yuria’s casual touch.

Yuria denied it, waving her hands, but no matter how you looked at it, the certainty that she was the saint only grew stronger.

"Your Holiness! The Saint has bestowed her grace upon you!"

"Oh! Thank you! How can I ever repay this kindness...!"

"Perhaps, Your Holiness, we could discuss this with me," Aslan suggested as he confidently entered the room.

Yuria, caught off guard, stammered for a moment.

What is he doing coming in now?

He was the one who just attacked the Vatican’s forces. The aftermath must not even be settled yet. Is he here to fight again!?

"I am Count Aslan Vermont. I heard you’ve been critically ill, Your Holiness. However, thanks to my employee’s abilities, it seems you’ve recovered. I should have come sooner, but I only now have the chance to offer my help, and for that, I sincerely apologize."

"What do you mean, Count? It’s as if you’re claiming you helped me..."

"Well, I’m speaking the truth. I did indeed help. Yuria is under contract with Vermont Security. The terms of her contract stipulate that her special abilities can only be used within the scope of her work, and any other use requires prior permission."

"Ah...!"

Yuria, recalling something she had forgotten, sighed deeply.

Aslan was right. Now that she thought about it, outside of work hours and beyond her designated purpose, Yuria had been required to report before using her powers.

But when the Pope had been in urgent need of healing, she had gotten carried away and followed without thinking, forgetting that detail.

However, since her healing abilities had already been revealed, if Aslan had forbidden their use, and she had been taken away, the Pope would have been left to die.

So, Aslan Vermont had no choice but to allow the use of her abilities.

Was it me who had made things difficult for Aslan Vermont...?

Yuria bit her lip, feeling thoroughly embarrassed.

"I... I didn’t know there was such a contract..."

"Of course, you didn’t. After all, the fact that she has healing powers was kept secret, and there’s no reason to expose such a contract to the public. However, it seems you all knew about Yuria’s healing abilities and approached her accordingly. Shall I take that as an admission that you’ve been spying on our employee?"

"No...!"

"Also, using the excuse that it was urgent, you pressured a young, inexperienced child into forgetting the proper reporting procedure. Doesn’t this seem to be a deliberate act? Is it okay for adults to exploit children like this?"

"..."

The Pope and the priests turned pale and went silent.

They had no idea about the contract, and while there was an element of unfairness, the fact that they were dealing with a child meant that all the blame shifted to them.

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Yuria thought, I never expected there would be a protective contract. I just thought I was a regular employee, attending school and working...

This situation made it look like they had stalked a child, found out she had healing abilities, and schemed to exploit her power.

None of this had been intentional, but the fact that everything was true made it even more problematic.

If this information got out, the Vatican’s reputation would be severely damaged. That’s the one thing I have to prevent at all costs...

A cold sweat began to run down the Pope’s forehead.

"Do you still not think I’m doing this out of goodwill? If that’s the case, there’s no other choice. I’ll publicize this whole matter..."

"Wait, please! Think again! It seems I’ve indeed survived thanks to the Count’s goodwill!"

"Very well. Then, let’s forget about today’s events and agree that the Vatican will take care of road repairs. And perhaps we should discuss a reward for providing healing abilities..."

Aslan smiled ominously while grasping the Pope's hand.

The Pope’s body shuddered, feeling a chill run down his spine.

Oh, I’ve messed with a madman, the Pope thought, filled with dread.

The unprecedented incident where Vermont’s forces attacked the Vatican’s military, which had been escorting the Saint, unexpectedly ended amicably.

The Vatican took no responsibility for the attack and agreed to handle the road repairs. Regarding the Pope’s recovery, they declared it a miracle and decided to keep the Saint’s identity hidden for now.

The agreement was settled.

Aslan left the room, satisfied, while the Pope and priests let out a collective sigh of relief.

"We saved a dying man, and we’ve covered up the attack. Everything worked out, didn’t it? Now, let’s head back."

"Excuse me, Count!"

"What is it?"

"I... I’m so sorry. I forgot about the contract and neglected the reporting procedure, and I ended up revealing the abilities to outsiders..."

Yuria bowed her head to Aslan, apologizing.

Even though the people on the other side knew about her healing abilities, she should have denied it and asked Aslan what to do.

In the rush, she had ended up admitting it, and in doing so, she had made things difficult for Aslan.

She felt like she had caused a huge problem.

Yuria was so tense that she tightly shut her eyes, bracing for Aslan’s scolding.

"I already told you. It wasn’t your fault. The ones who forced you to make quick decisions are the ones at fault. This is a common scam adults fall for. Since the Vatican used it against a child, the situation is even worse. You’re not at fault here."

"B-but... because of me, you suffered losses..."

"Who says so? How is saving a sick person a loss?"

"..."

Aslan laughed lightly, as if it didn’t matter, while gently patting Yuria’s head.

But Yuria wasn’t naïve enough to take those words at face value.

If someone as powerful as the Pope was involved, there must have been political calculations regarding his survival.

So, from Aslan’s position, he might not have wanted to treat the Pope at all. But since Yuria had acknowledged her healing powers, Aslan was forced to provide help, unable to back out.

However, Aslan didn’t show any of that and just defended her.

I didn’t expect he’d protect me this much...

Yuria bit her lip and stayed silent for a moment.

"But... did you follow me because you knew I violated the contract?"

"Of course not. At first, I really thought you had been kidnapped, and that’s why I came. But after watching the situation, I saw the Vatican was responsible for much of it, so I confronted them."

"Ah..."

So, he really did come to rescue me at first...

In the end, things had worked out well with the Vatican, but it seemed Aslan had been prepared for war when he launched the attack.

"Ugh..."

Yuria’s lips trembled, but she couldn’t ask him why he’d gone so far.

She already knew the reason.

His constant attention toward her, which sometimes felt overwhelming, and the excessive kindness he showed—a mere employee didn’t deserve it.

She hadn’t realized it before, but now it was clear: Aslan Vermont genuinely cared for her.

'What do I do... Now I understand why Charlotte and Yulia like Aslan Vermont so much and follow him so willingly...'

This is a problem.

I was sure I was going to give up on Aslan Vermont, but now I’ve decided to focus solely on that dark old man...

Yet, why does my heart keep racing like this?

And why do I feel so warm when Aslan touches me?

'Kugh... This guy... Is this how he seduced Charlotte and Yulia...?'@@novelbin@@

Yuria was afraid her face had turned bright red and couldn’t bring herself to look up, quietly letting Aslan continue patting her head for a long while.