A Mundane Healing Routine

“You really went to the fields?”

Black’s eyes widened.

“That’s right. Here, this is the freshest Starfruit. Eating it can help alleviate inflammation!”

Kristine hurriedly rummaged through the basket and took out a blue fruit.

She offered it to Black.

The fruit was round and plump, dotted with morning dew, and carried the fragrance of the earth.

Black glanced at the Starfruit, then at the village-girl-like Kristine.

He was a little dazed.

Starfruit indeed had anti-inflammatory properties.

However, the effect of Starfruit varied greatly depending on when it was picked.

Starfruit picked at 5 AM was the freshest and had the best effect.

‘So this girl dressed like this just to go to the fields and pick Starfruit for me?’

This fruit was very bitter.

But looking at Kristine’s sparkling, expectant eyes.

Black steeled himself and ate the Starfruit in a few bites, swallowing with great difficulty.

Seeing him eat the Starfruit, Kristine clenched her small fists and smiled faintly.

As if she had accomplished some great achievement.

“I heard you woke up yesterday, so I wanted to come.”

“But I was swamped with matters at the Church and couldn’t get away… so I came as soon as I had a moment to spare today.”

She patted the dust off her clothes and sat down on the chair by the bed.

She also moved the chair to be right next to Black’s pillow.

The morning temperature was a bit low.

Kristine wasn’t wearing much and was shivering slightly, her body huddled.

Seeing this, Black sighed helplessly.

This girl was a first-rate caregiver to others, but she didn’t know how to take care of herself.

He propped himself up and covered her legs with the other half of the blanket.

Kristine was startled and was about to say she wasn’t cold and remove the blanket when.

“Are you sure you’re not cold?”

Black said first, interrupting her.

Caught, Kristine looked away in embarrassment.

Feeling the residual warmth on the blanket, she suddenly couldn’t bear to remove it.

“By the way…”

“How did you get in?”

Black was really curious about this. It was only a little past six in the morning.

Uncle Victor’s gate should still be closed.

How did she get in?

Faced with the question, Kristine’s pretty face turned a little red, and her voice became as faint as a mosquito’s buzz as she stammered.

“I… I knocked on the door, but no one answered, so I came over the back wall… using a little levitation spell.”

‘?!’

Black was dumbfounded. The image of the perfect and dignified Saintess in his mind cracked a little.

‘This… this counts as trespassing, right?’

He complained inwardly.

He hadn’t expected “bold” to be part of Kristine’s character design.

The two chatted for a while, but Black felt that Kristine was constantly distracted.

She kept glancing towards the door as she spoke.

“What’s wrong? Is there something at the door?”

He asked curiously.

“N-Nothing!”

She waved her hands, looking flustered.

‘There’s definitely something up.’

She didn’t speak, so Black didn’t speak either. He just kept staring at her.

Kristine felt very uncomfortable being stared at.

Her fair cheeks turned crimson at a visible rate, the blush spreading to her delicate earlobes.

Finally, as if she had made up her mind, she ran out the door with a clatter and then ran back in.

She was carrying something.

Black took a look.

When he saw that it was luggage, seemingly containing bedding.

A headache suddenly came on, and he had a bad feeling.

“You brought this for…?”

“Black.”

Kristine looked up, not daring to meet his eyes, but her tone was unusually firm.

“I… I want to stay and take care of you until you’ve fully recovered.”

She paused, then continued before Black could refuse.

“Don’t worry, I won’t disturb your rest at all. I’ll just sleep on the floor!”

This left Black dumbfounded.

Did he hear that right?

The esteemed Saintess was going to sleep on the floor in his room?!

Before he could object, Kristine had already put her luggage in a corner.

She added seriously.

“I know high-tier healing spells. I can help you recover better and get you well sooner. And… you were so badly injured because you were saving me and everyone else. I… I can’t just do nothing.”

“No way, are you serious?”

Black found that he had to re-evaluate Kristine’s character.

If the people from the Church and her fans found out about this, wouldn’t they want to chop him up?

“No!”

Black tried to persuade her for a long time, listing all sorts of inconveniences, the impropriety of a man and a woman living together, and so on.

But Kristine just looked at him with her clear, stubborn eyes.

Deep within them, besides persistence, there was also a thick, undeniable guilt.

In the end, Black was defeated.

Considering that she could indeed speed up the healing of his wound.

He could only helplessly acquiesce to her staying.

And so, Kristine really did move into the small wooden cabin.

She actually laid out simple bedding on the floor.

When Black suggested they switch places and he sleep on the floor.

Kristine flatly refused, saying how could she let a patient sleep on the floor?

Although helpless, Black couldn’t win against her.

After all, he couldn’t out-talk her, and he certainly couldn’t out-fight her.

When Brenna and Victor’s family discovered that the esteemed Saintess was actually living in the same room as Black.

Their jaws dropped in shock.

Black desperately explained that they were just friends and that it was all because this Saintess was too stubborn!

Victor’s family looked at him, then at the Saintess, who was wearing an apron, humming a song, and happily brewing tonics.

They nodded and said, “Ah, yes, yes, yes, whatever you say!”

In the following days, Kristine would cast high-tier healing spells for Black every day.

She would guide the warm magical power to nourish his damaged parts, accelerating the healing of the gruesome wound.

Besides healing, she also took on a lot of chores.

For example, changing the medicine and bandages on Black’s abdomen on time.

For example, she even took the initiative to wash the clothes Black had changed out of.

Black saw her, barefoot, tiptoeing in the courtyard to hang the laundry.

The scene was both out of place and strangely heartwarming.

Or, for example, she wanted to feed the tonics Brenna brought to the still-immobile Black, spoonful by spoonful.

“I can do it myself!”

Black said, a dark line on his face.

“No, if you move too much, you’ll pull at your wound.”

Kristine was unusually stubborn, holding the spoon.

Her eyes were filled with an unquestionable “maternal glow.”

The corner of Black’s mouth twitched.

He seriously suspected that Kristine was just playing house.

And treating him like an infant.

During these days of being together from morning to night, Black also tentatively asked about Kristine’s parents.

He asked her what she thought of them.

Kristine didn’t seem to mind and answered with a smile.

“They both love me very much and care about me a lot.”

“Although because I’m the Saintess, we rarely get to go out and have fun together like a normal family, I think they’ve already done a great job.”

“They’ve given me a comfortable life. I’ve seen the children in the orphanage who don’t have parents…”

“So I know that as long as parents love their children, no matter how much love there is, the child is happy.”