Chapter 15 – White Daisies
When I entered the temple entrance, the white daisies in the garden filled the garden with a delicate fragrance.
As the hero’s eyes fell on the white daisy, Martha, who was watching it from her side, said with a grin.
“The white daisy is said to be the first flower made by Homeotis, our lord.”
The white daisy is the first flower Homeotis, the creator of this world, made after creating the earth and imitating himself.
Therefore, white daisies are said to be pure white and symbolize innocence, but the purity of the god was questioned at the point where the meaning of the flower made after him was pure.
However, it was not another god, but the creator god said that, so I had no choice but to nod my head even if I didn’t understand.
“That’s why the church is always full of white daisies. Of course, there are places where white daisies cannot bloom.”
In such places, artificial flowers of white daisies were placed or perfumed white daisies were sprayed near the door.
“Is Martha usually in this temple?”
For some reason, the hero seemed familiar with Martha’s movements as she entered the temple.
“I hear it often, but… It’s not like I’m staying there or anything like that. No matter which city the temple is, the temple is like a god’s house, so it feels like a familiar place to me, a servant of God.”
“I see.”
The warrior and Martha entered the temple and sat in the small garden behind the temple.
Martha, sitting in the garden, said to the warrior sitting in front of her.
“Then, since you succeeded in releasing your holy power, today I will teach you the miracle of healing, which is the foundation of miracles.”
Saying that, Martha plucked a bunch of daisies and showed them to the hero.
“As you well know, champion, the miracle of healing is the miracle of healing a wounded creature like this daisy. Look.”
When the miracle of healing was given to the broken daisy, the root that had been plucked started growing again from the part where it was cut off like a lie.
“If you grant a miracle of healing, it will start to sprout again like this. If you use a miracle even on the root part that is still stuck in the ground, the flower head will sprout again from there.”
“Yeah, but… I have a question.”
“What is it, hero?”
“You said earlier that daisies are flowers that God made after himself. Then, shouldn’t it be taken carelessly?”
“… I fixed it again, so it’s okay. And a godly person won’t say anything about flowers.”
Martha looked at Daisy in her hand and buried her back in the ground.
“And… This is a secret, but there are some priests who, when angry, take their anger out on Daisy and fix it.”
“Really… ?”
“Yes! Really!”
Martha muttered as she pounded the daisies in her garden with her fist.
“That… Blue hair… Whore… !”
Martha Tane must have spoken in a voice so low that the warrior could not hear her, but she heard everything in the warrior’s ears.
Martha, who had been beating her flowers randomly for a while, gave her a refreshing expression as if she was feeling better inside, then pointed to the crushed flower and said,
“Ruler! I made a lot of flowers to fix! Now try the miracle of healing!”
“… Yes.”
The hero standing in front of the flower field stretched out his hand toward the crushed flower and unleashed divine power.
As warm light radiated from the hero’s hand, Martha, who was watching the scene from the side, whispered into the hero’s ear.
“The use of miracles is hope. The miracle of healing is the desire to heal. The miracle of strengthening the body is the desire to fight.”
When that wish takes shape, it becomes a miracle.
As Martha explained, the hero activated the miracle for the first time with the hope of healing this flower.
In an instant, the light emanating from the warrior’s hand flashed, and at the same time, all the crushed flowers returned to their original state.
Martha grinned at the flowers that raised their heads again as before they were crushed with her fist, and said to the warrior,
“Congratulations, warrior! This is low enough… No, I think it will be intermediate healing!”
“Is that so? It’s my first time doing it, and I’m glad the results are good!”
With this, when other party members or people are injured, the hero can heal them even without Marta.
The hero was delighted with the fact and caressed the warm feeling that still remained in his hand.
Even after that, the hero who learned from Martha the miracle of strengthening the body that Marta used earlier said to Marta.
“… Martha. I have something I want to say about Yuria.”
“… If that’s the case, it’s not something to talk about outside, so let’s move to another place.”
The place I followed Martha to was the confessional in the temple.
The temple’s priest saw the warrior and Martha and moved away, so there were only Martha and the warrior in the temple.
‘Shrift… I’m not guilty.’
Upon seeing the confession, the warrior recalled his earlier sins and was gripped by his guilt.
Although it was training, he massaged the breasts of the lover of a colleague and friend.
No matter how much training it was, it was not a sin that could be passed over.
With heavy steps, the hero opened the door of the room on the side of the confessional and went inside.
When the hero went inside and sat down, Martha, who followed in, gestured to the warrior sitting in the chair and said,
“Warrior… A little further to the side…”
“Huh?”
The brave man went further in while he was bewildered and made a place for Martha to sit.
“It’s narrow…”
“That’s because it’s originally a single-person room.”
When two adults sat on a chair in a small room, the two naturally bonded.
When they were so close that they could feel each other’s breath in the small room, the hero asked Martha.
“Martha… Aren’t you supposed to be in the other room?”
“That room… This is so that the identity of the person who confesses the sin is not known… I already know the face of the hero, so there is no need for me to enter that room.”
It seemed like there was no need to be in the same room, but the hero didn’t bother to say anything.
“More than that, hero… Didn’t you have something to say?”
“Huh… I have a lot to say, but since I’m in the confessional room, I’ll start by saying this as if I’m confessing.”
“Yes, I will listen.”
After putting his hands together, the warrior with his eyes closed said to the screen in front of him.
“Sir… I have sinned.”
“I am listening. Please tell me.”
The hero said to Martha, who changed her attitude in an instant and acted like an ordinary priest.
“I am… A colleague’s lover and a friend’s breast massage. Although it is training, it is unforgivable, so I want to confess my sins.”
“There is no unforgivable sin in this world (except for a slut flirting with a hero). Please repent as I forgive you for your sins on behalf of God.”
After Martha’s words, the hero lowered his head toward the screen for a moment, then raised his head again and said.
“Then… Now it’s about YuRia. Is Marta not on good terms with Mirian and YuRia?”
As the party leader of this party before being a hero, the hero was obliged to coordinate discord among the party members.
The hero couldn’t overlook the wall he had felt before between Martha and the two.
“Nothing… It’s not that I have ill feelings or anything like that. It’s just that the two of you are so free-spirited… It’s just that my heart doesn’t fit that well.”
“… Mmm.”
If it’s a problem like being bullied by two people, the hero can solve it somehow, but if the problem doesn’t match, the hero can’t help it either.
He couldn’t ask people to change their personal tastes or preferences just because they were at a party.
“If… If my attitude is offensive to the hero, I will try to correct it right now.”
“No, it’s not like that. I just… It’s because sometimes there seems to be a wall between Marta and other people.”
“… A wall?”
The wall the hero was talking about was not limited to Yuria or Mirian.
It was a minor feeling that could be attributed to her mood, but when Martha was talking to someone else, she felt like a wall that was different from when she was talking to herself.
She was, for example, Martha, who always smiled, but even that smile gave her a strange hardness when directed at others.
There was no physical evidence, it was just a feeling, but the hero kept caring about it.
“I don’t know what to say… Should I say that when I talk to someone other than myself, I feel like I’m dealing with a wall? I keep getting that feeling…”
“… Is that so.”
When Martha answered helplessly, the hero evaded what he said earlier.
“Sorry… It’s just my mood, so I don’t know what I’m talking about.”
“No. You might think so. By the way, warrior? Don’t you have something to do?”
“To do?”
“Yes! You must apologize to Mr. Horde. I said it wasn’t intentional, but it was because I touched Yuria-san’s breasts.”
“Ah! I forgot about that!”
The hero came out of the confessional, blaming himself for why he had forgotten such an important thing until now.
“Sorry, Martha… I’ll go first!”
“No, there is nothing to be sorry about. On the contrary, I love to see her going to apologize for her sins!”
So the hero left, and Martha, who was left alone in the confessional where the hero’s warmth still lingered, muttered to herself as she caressed the part where the hero had been sitting a while ago with her hand.
“… You’re really sharp. I like that too…”
*****
“Ugh… !!”
Horde awoke with a shattering headache and looked around with shaggy eyes.
Now, if Horde was randomly breaking you in her back alley, there was trash all around.
After breaking up with Lina yesterday, she remembers having another drink at a nearby bar in a fit of anger, but after that her memory was fuzzy.
But now, waking up on a pile of garbage, Horde could imagine what happened next.
“Mother…”
Horde cleaned up the rubbish on his body and headed to the inn to quickly wash himself.
It didn’t take long to arrive at the Jira Inn, as the last bar they stopped by was close to the inn.
“Huh? Are you in now?”
The first person Horde encountered after entering the inn was Lina, who ordered a lot of bread, stew, and meat after eating like that yesterday.
“Did you come to pack your things and leave? Or not…”
“I don’t give up.”
“…”
Listening to Horde’s determined words, Lina, who was munching on her meat, said with a smile.
“First, drink a cup of this and take a bath. This is not the case now. It smells kind of weird.”
“…”
Hod gulped down the water Lina gave her, then set her glass down and said to Lina.
“What? I didn’t hear you said it smelled earlier.”
“… Are you more bored than that? Then help me.”
At Horde’s bold words, Lina raised her eyes and said, although she couldn’t believe it.
“If you ask me for help, you’re not asking me to help you with your dating history, right?”
“Since you have a lot of experience, are you well versed in that kind of knowledge? I have to take responsibility for what you brought up.”
“What kind of bullshit is responsibility… I think it would be easier to catch the Demon King…”
“… If it’s difficult, it doesn’t matter if it’s just advice.”
When Hod suddenly appeared in a low profile, Lina must have laughed at the sight, put down her fork and said.
“Good… I don’t know how helpful it will be, but I’ll give you some advice.”
“… Thanks.”
Just as Lina was about to resume her meal with the fork she had put down, a warrior entered the inn with a ringing bell.
“Huh? Warrior?”
Horde frowned inwardly at the sudden appearance of the hero, and the hero approached the table where Lina and Horde were sitting.
“Mister Horde is here. I had something to tell you…”
“You mean something to me?”
When the hero became restless as if he had committed a sin, the Horde felt uneasy for some reason, even though it was the hero who was restless.
“Excuse me… Could you please give me some time?”
