Episode 687 The Medicine Man (1)


    “It seems that people from the Demonic Culte here often.”


    Ray, who naturally approached the man, said as if to say hello.


    Then he nced at Ray once more.


    A baggy, worn-out robe.


    It seems that he came from doing chores, but his sleeves are full of green color.


    The man who erased his wariness at his sloppy outfit nodded.


    “What is it? It’s a town that has been ostracized even in the royal capital, but I’m just grateful that they care about it.”


    “I don’t know if it’s okay to walk around a ce like this.”


    I hinted at luck.


    Then the manughed and said.


    “ha ha ha. That’s a funny saying. Do you think those who have been blessed by God will catch a contagious disease or something?”


    “yes? So you’re saying they’re all right?”


    “of course. Where is that? Those who have entered the religion are even given the strength to ovee illness. I couldn’t be more grateful.”


    At those words, Ray hardened his expression.


    When I heard the story, I felt like I could smell something bad.


    ‘They only save people who have entered the church?’


    why?


    If there is a way to cure it, isn’t it wiser to save everyone?


    If he did that, he would be able to win over the people’s heart at once while building a reputation for the kingdom of Gleiman.


    But why did he try to save only those who entered the church?


    Such doubts were soon dispelled.


    The sound of prayer came from all over the house.


    “I am answering the call of the demon god. Let my blood give me red clothes.”


    “Please put down the red suit.”


    It was a phrase so radical that I could not just shed it.


    When I turned my head to look at the house, I saw people holding small scissors and starting to slit their fingers.


    The man said nothing.


    “It started.”


    “Starting… what is that…”


    “Praying up.”


    People bring blood-stained fingers in front of the demon statue.


    Then, the image of the god shed and emitted a cluster of light for an instant, and then fell silent again.


    “Oh, what a drinker!”


    Like a priest who even received an answer from God.


    The people who were praying prayed in unison.


    There was even madness in their voices.


    Even the high-ranking priests of the holy kingdom did not pray so violently.


    It’s like…


    ‘It’s like a pseudo-religion, right?’


    Come to think of it, there were quite a few simrities.


    The saying that the people who joined the church were healed had a part in line with the modern saying that only those who joined the church can be saved because the world hase to an end.


    The only difference is that this is where the concept of ‘multi-religion’ is just beginning to emerge.


    Because of that, even here, some people were still throwing a pessimistic view of ‘prayer’.


    The man shook his head and said.


    “The Demonic Church is definitely a great and thankful church. But even if it’s simply entering the church, it’s impossible for me to pray like that. Well… maybe one day everyone will say a prayer.”


    A thought shed in his mind at his words.


    The Demonic Church is definitely great.


    No, I should say that the ck room that supports them from behind is amazing.


    How on earth did he think of creating a pseudo-religion in a ce where there is no concept of multiple religions?


    Ray looked around.


    Demonic cult members are seen wandering around and healing people.


    There were those who readily epted his touch, while others smiled awkwardly and slipped away.


    ‘It’s great though.’


    There was still a clumsy way to seduce and lure people who needed a ce to rely on and to make them the main axis in the past.


    if you are yourself


    I would have acted more boldly.


    I would have grabbed them without giving them a chance to think.


    And I was confident to do so.


    That’s because pseudo-religions are more developed in modern times.


    Ray smiled bitterly.


    If you do this well, you can feed the ck room with a big hit.


    “Heh heh. You bastards, I’ll show you what pseudos are.”


    * * *


    After patrolling the capital, Ray locked himself in his room as soon as he returned to the castle.


    At first, I wondered if it was a big shock to see the starting point of the epidemic, but now that I haven’te out of the private room for over a week, I feel more anxious than worried.


    After much consideration, I tried inviting him to a meal, but in the end, he never came out of the room.


    Earl Besson sighed, brushing his beard.


    “If he doesn’te out like this, it is certain that he will eventually rise up with the aristocratic faction.”


    Even if it is not, the factional fight is intensifying as time goes by.


    The king has kept his mouth shut for punishing the royal family, and the powerless Prince Semir is of no help.


    In the meantime, even the saint, who could be said to be the only hope, was locked in a separate room and did note out, so it was like he was cornered.


    When he was frowning after struggling for a while. With a knock on the door


    ,


    the fight politely announced.


    “The Count yman and the Philia corpsmander have visited.”


    “Come in and tell me.”


    “yes.”


    Scared to finish the maid’s words.


    Kleiman and Philia came inside as if they had waited and asked.


    “Has the saint note out yet?”


    At that, Count Besson shook his head.


    “I tried this and that, but to no avail.”


    When asked to eat, he refuses, and when he visits with a gift, he epts only the goods and goes back.


    However, since it was impossible to seduce the kingdom’s distinguished guests with beauty, it was a matter of going crazy and jumping up and down as a count.


    Philia, who was drooling, said.


    “Didn’t you say something before you shut up?”


    “Before I shut up…”


    Earl Besson frowned.


    Then, as soon as he remembered something, he opened his mouth.


    “Come to think of it, I think you said something like a pseudonym.”


    “Four pseudos?”


    “What is it?”


    Even Kleiman, who was still, asked with his eyes wide open.


    If I knew what that meant, I would have done something right away.


    He let out a sigh, now hardened like a habit, and touched his forehead.


    “How would I know? I just want you toe out soon.”


    “He is a strong-willed person in strange parts… Perhaps once he has made up his mind, it will be useless until he achieves what he wants.”


    He twisted the words that Philia is a pervert with good willpower.


    “There is no time. The movement of the noble faction is unusual. The neighborhood is even gathering troops under the name of subduing monsters… I wonder if something big will happen soon.”


    “Leave that part to us, and the Count, please focus on the saint.”


    “I’m also frustrated that you don’te out even when I tell you to concentrate.”


    No matter how much he had suffered, the dark circles under his eyes were dark.


    But what can I do?


    That he had volunteered in front of the king.


    Kleiman patted him on the shoulder.


    “Cheer up. Shouldn’t we learn to wait patiently at times like this?”


    wait patiently?


    At that, Count Besson, not knowing that it was rude, pounded his chest with his fist.


    “How can you wait! I can’t sleep at night just thinking about it! These days, I have no taste for food, and I really want to die first! No, I’m just going to die at this point!”


    Seeing the Count running amok, Kleiman kept his mouth shut.


    “…You’re seriously ill.”


    When the two of them were reading Count Besson.


    A disturbing noise came from outside.


    “You shouldn’te in carelessly.”


    “are you okay.”


    “Because that’s not okay.”


    “Let me in! How hard I worked to make this!”


    “It’s not possible!”


    Count Besson’s ears perked up at themotion.


    Although they did not exchange a few words, his voice was already imprinted in the count’s mind because he had been thinking only of the saint.


    Hearing a happy voice from outside the door, the count jumped up and opened the door.


    Knock-!


    “Ah Count…!”


    Thedy-in-waiting lowered her head in surprise, but now he could only see one person.


    “Ah… ah…”


    Count Besson’s eyes were watery.


    The one I’ve been waiting for so long


    The person I thought was an imaginary animal was standing in front of me.


    “Your Majesty the Prince!”


    The sadness of the past burst out in an instant.


    Count Besson forgot his face and hugged Ray tightly.


    At that, Ray, who had longer dark circles than the Count, looked into the air and smiled.


    “Hahahaha! I finally finished it!”


    “I don’t know what you mean, but congrattions anyway!”


    “Ha ha ha ha!”


    Kleiman and Philia, who watched the precious reunion of the two, said nothing.


    “I guess people really do be dogs when they go crazy.”


    “Then I’ll hear you.”


    “I probably won’t hear you even if I scream.”


    I agreed, so I silently nodded at Kleiman’s words.


    Earl Besson, who hade to his senses after the happy reunion, hurried away from him.


    ‘Hup!’ Taking a deep breath, he lowered his head and took a bow.


    “Oh no! I havemitted rudeness.”


    “Hehehe.”


    Ray, on the other hand, was half insane.


    I can’t stop smirking at what the hell I’m imagining.


    Count Besson’s face turned to contemtion when that smile ovepped with the smile he had shown before locking himself in the private room.


    “Your Majesty the Prince!”


    “huh?”


    “Swear you will never leave my side again!”


    When he said that with a serious face, Ray also stoppedughing.


    He hurriedly threw away Count Besson’s grip on the robe and distanced himself.


    “I don’t like that!”


    “You must not leave my side!”


    “Aagh! Don’t cling!”


    Around the time when Count Besson, who was holding on to the robe and would not let go, was having a hard time getting rid of it.


    Kleiman and Philia, who had been watching the scene quietly, dissuaded them.


    “Please stop it. More than that, it’splete… what do you mean it’splete?”


    Reaching his senses at those words, Rayughed again.


    He took out several bottles from his pockets andid them on the table.


    “This is…”


    he continued as Philia stared nkly at the bottle.


    “It’s a cure.”