The Great Saint Was Called to Heaven and Became the Adopted Daughter of the Baker - Episode 1.3

Milliardo Tambour.

He is the youngest man to become a holy knight at the age of 15, and he will turn 18 this year.

You can tell from the fact that he became a personal guard to the High Priestess in less than a year that he possesses great skill.

I was completely infatuated with the Great Saint, always directing a gaze so fervent that it could only be described as worship beyond mere admiration.

He is also a warrior who boasts of being a genius with the sword, having trained since the age of 14 and defeated his master in just six months.

Although he is somewhat restless, he has been the talk of the town for his unmatched enthusiasm in protecting the Grand Saint.

Even though he is a royal guard assigned to the High Priestess, we hardly ever talk. However, the lady-in-waiting assigned to the High Priestess amusingly told me all the rumors about him.

“Anyway, I’ve decided to stay at home for a while.”

“But you see, there’s no room. Ally is already using it.”

“What is that?”

I lock eyes with Milliardo, who forcefully pushes past Balkas.

The eyes that had been narrowed with displeasure opened wide.

No, he shouldn’t know what the Grand Saint looks like. There’s no way he’ll find out. If I act confidently, I can surely get through this.

“Um, I am Ally, as introduced.”

When he bowed slightly, he was absent-minded for a while but then suddenly came to his senses.

“Wh-where the hell did you kidnap this woman from, you bastard?!”

“Who the hell is this bastard?!”

Balkas’s fist exploded, and Milliardo was blown outside.

“Oh, it’s already noisy as soon as I got back. Ally, sorry, but could you go tell the neighbors? My foolish son has come back.”

“Uh, uh, uh? Um, is it okay if we don’t stop?”

“It’s just the usual. They’re always fighting. They’re really a case of like father, like son. Being a baker, they have strong arms from kneading dough. It’s a physically demanding job, so they have plenty of strength. If you leave them alone for a while, they’ll calm down.”

From outside, shouts can be heard. Since I can also hear Milliardo’s voice, it seems he is safe.

It seems like they were thrown outside with incredible force, but they seem fine.

It feels like people are gathering around.

“Mr. Tambour, has your son come back?”

A regular customer came in through the entrance of the shop and casually greeted.

Narsha will go to the store to handle that.

“Oh, Mr. Sanka. Welcome. Sorry for being so noisy. It’s been a while, so we got a bit carried away with joy. What would you like today? I recommend the white bread over here.”

“It’s been about four years, hasn’t it? I’m glad to see you’re doing well. You’ve grown so much, I hardly recognized you. Well then, I’ll have a white bread, please.”

“He’s grown big like his dad, but he’s still as silly and hyper as ever. Your Jet-kun is smarter and more composed, and I’m so envious!”

“That kid has been going through a rebellious phase lately and won’t even talk to me! Just having a conversation is good enough!”

Listening to the cheerful voices of the women chatting, Ali was stunned.

Rejoice and celebrate?

Who?

Could it be that idiot Balkas?

Or is it about Milliardo?

I thought I understood the personality of my royal guard knight.

He is a man who lacks composure but is passionate and has delusions of grandeur about the Great Saint. However, he has complete trust in his work as a bodyguard. Surprisingly, he is calm and collected during work and has a broad perspective that allows him to observe his surroundings. That is Milliardo’s evaluation.

But right now, we’re in the middle of a parent-child argument.

Gathering everyone’s attention and rampaging around wildly.

I didn’t know he was such a hot-blooded guy. On top of that, he has a foul mouth.

“Is my snack for today ready yet?”

Momo, who had come to my feet, meowed.