Chapter 55 – 13. Priest, I Need Your Holy Water. (2)
A small, nameless village located to the east of the church.
This place, lined with only single-story, low wooden buildings, was an ordinary pastoral village where most people lived self-sufficiently through slash-and-burn farming.
Yes, until not long ago.
What… This…
Deacon Rachel and I are standing in front of the village entrance. The two of us had no choice but to say nothing and remain stiff as if we had been crushed to pieces.
The sound of someone crying that breaks the ground. An acrid smell as if it had been burned, and an unknown corpse rolling around on the floor. At that moment, as I took in all of this at a glance, I felt something disgusting rising inside me and immediately covered my mouth with my arm.
“Oof…”
Is this what Bishop Lisa said you would find out if you went?
I thought it was strange that they told me to go to a village a little far away from the church, despite a place that was close by.
I don’t know exactly what happened, but considering the circumstances, it seems like I was attacked by a monster, but I guess I would have to ask directly to find out.
“Yes, priest… What is this…”
I wasn’t the only one who was surprised. Deacon Rachel was also very frightened, with her pupils shaking violently.
I have experienced this from time to time and have developed some tolerance, but it seemed quite difficult for Deacon Rachel, who still had little experience.
“It looks like we were attacked by a monster.”
“Mo, a monster?”
Her eyes immediately become the size of a flower lantern upon hearing her say that she is a monster. She seemed nervous, as if she was in shock.
“Shall we go in?”
“Ah yes…”
It was impossible to just sit here forever. I went into the village with the confused Deacon Rachel and was able to get a rough, if rough, picture of the situation inside.
Still, it seems like it’s settled to some extent.
Since they had just been fighting, it wasn’t in such a devastated state with blood everywhere.
There was still a bloody smell and some horrific scenes were still visible to the eye, but the situation had already calmed down to some extent.
Since people were carrying dead bodies on stretchers or cleaning up the surrounding area, it seemed like there would be no more attacks.
So the bishop sent me…
If the matter had been serious in the first place, they wouldn’t have sent me and Deacon Rachel, both beginners, together.
There was a kidnapping incident recently, and the bishop had a very crooked personality, so he cared more about the safety of the people under him than anyone else.
“Hmm…”
Sighing with a sigh, I approached the green, unidentifiable lump of flesh lying on the side of the road. I think I know roughly what it is just by looking at the color, but I pushed it over with my foot to check.
Fluttering-
As expected, a damn ugly goblin was dead with her head exploded and her brain juices spilling out.
“Yes, it’s a priest! “The priest has arrived!”
As I was roughly grasping this and that, a voice came from Munchie. When I slightly turned her head, I saw an old woman with white hair running toward me, cheering as if she had just met her savior.
“Yes, priest! Help me. My daughter… ! “My daughter is dying!”
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The place we arrived at was a small medical center in the village, led by the hand of an old woman crying and begging for help to save her daughter. As soon as I entered, I could hear people screaming in pain.
“Oh, no, priest?!”
The eyes of the exhausted lawmakers who were resting suddenly widened, perhaps surprised by my sudden appearance. Of course, the old woman who dragged me in led me to where her daughter was, and when I arrived, there was a woman lying in pain with both legs wrapped in bandages.
“Please, my daughter… Ugh… Black…”
Soon, the old woman was holding onto her trouser legs and crying, begging for help. She didn’t say anything that she didn’t like me, but she was crying because the sky was falling.
“Ah yes. All right. Wait a minute. I have to check the situation first…”
I calmed down the crying old woman and took off the bandages. Soon, the leg that was hidden inside the bandage was clearly exposed.
Ha… This is more serious than I thought…
Both legs were red or black. The burns were so severe that all layers of the skin were already damaged, so walking seemed difficult.
But what… They say it is impossible with modern medicine, but here the words were different.
If I made a medicine by mixing the existing medicinal ingredients and holy water well, some burn marks would remain, but I could make it without difficulty in walking.
Still… It would be difficult to walk for at least 2–3 years to recover even the already carbonized muscles.
“Hey councilman, do you have a container of holy water?”
“Ah yes! Please wait a moment.”
The woman who was watching blankly from behind quickly moves at my words. Eventually, a crashing sound was heard from behind her, and she returned carrying a larger-than-expected basin.
It doesn’t have to be this big, but heck, I’m in a hurry now.
“Deacon Rachel.”
“Oh, yes.”
“While I’m making some holy water, can you bring me some bean flour and rhubarb? “We will mix it in a 1:1 ratio, so you will need to bring a lot.”
“Yes, I understand.”
Deacon Rachel turns around and heads toward the medicine as if she was waiting for me to do the work.
I let out a long sigh, placed my hand on the basin, and began to concentrate.
Ha… I will turn away. I never would have thought that as soon as I arrived, I would start drinking holy water. If I had known this would happen, I would have brought the holy water I had stocked up with, but it seemed like the only way to end this would be to have my soul pulled out.
Jureuk-
As I concentrate my consciousness, holy water begins to form at my fingertips. An emerald-colored, thickly viscous liquid dripped onto the basin.
I’ll have to fill up about half of this…
It’s difficult.
I had just started to pull it out, but sweat began to bead on my forehead. So, I sigh and slowly turn my head.
There are only about 20 people visible to the naked eye. Judging from the fact that they were complaining of pain as they were stuck together in a small space, it was at least a serious injury. It didn’t make sense to treat that many people, and I thought we should focus on treating those in urgent need right away.
“Priest, here is the medicine.”
Deacon Rachel comes with both hands full of medicinal herbs. What was in the bottle was honey, honey, and what looked like a bunch of grass seemed to be rhubarb.
“Oh, yes, that’s right. “Then can you change this for me?”
“Yes!”
Should this also be called a character ability? Although I have never made medicine from grass in my life, the knowledge I had in my head was telling me that it was correct. Well, I only have no memories of Priest Isaiah, but the overall knowledge he had accumulated was passed on to me, and I was able to put it to good use in this way.
Anyway, now I had to focus. I concentrated my consciousness, gathered the divine power flowing throughout my body, and extracted as much holy water as I could.
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“Ha… Ha… Ha…”
Rumbling- Rumbling-
I feel dizzy. I had never drawn holy water for such a long time, so I felt like I was going to collapse at any moment.
At some point, my entire body was covered in sweat and my breathing began to become heavier. I thought about quitting a few times, but if I quit and try again, a high level of concentration is required again. In addition, the quality of the holy water itself was different from when it was first extracted, so we had to extract as much as possible at a time, which is what we normally do.
“Rachel… Water…”
“Yes, priest.”
When I called, Deacon Rachel fed me a bowl filled with water. Like a baby bird, I put my mouth to the side and sucked the drink.
“Okay, I’ll stop by and wipe off my sweat.”
“Oh, yeah…”
A council member sneakily comes next to me and wipes away my sweat. I wonder why my face looks red… Anyway, that wasn’t the important thing.
After taking out the holy water for a while, I was able to finish it when I thought that I would die if I did anymore.
Looking at the roughly filled amount, it was only one-third of the basin. I needed more, but if I pulled out more, I might collapse, so I had no choice but to stop midway.
“Ha… Deacon Rachel, it must still be difficult to extract holy water, right?”
“Ah… That… I once…”
“Oh, no. There is no need to push yourself too hard. Because this is enough…”
I asked just in case… Done. Just looking at it, it looks like it will be difficult. If I could, I wanted to leave it to Deacon Rachel, but if that had been the case in the first place, there was no need for me to step forward like this.
If this happens, I have no choice but to use what is left… I wonder if this really is a sheep.
“Why? Do you need some holy water?”
“Ah yes… Need more… Huh?”
As I was thinking about what to do about this, an alien voice suddenly came from behind me. I turned my head to see someone, and there is the familiar face I saw on the monitor was greeting me.
“It’s here, but would you like to use it?”
“Ah… Isabel…”
Isabelle, the warrior who has been around for some time, is shaking a bottle of holy water behind her. The first time I saw her since her kidnapping, she tilted her head and smiled brightly.
