At themand post, which arrived with the help of the knight Batchen, after briefly greeting themander here, Siegfried’s tent was quiterge.
It wasrger than the tent that Duke Lesrom had prepared for me when I copsed while dealing with the orcs. Wouldn’t it be perfect for four people to use it together?
While I was talking with themander for a while, I must have already put in a word through the messenger. When I arrived at the tent with the guide, the two imperial knights who appeared to be guards naturally nodded and bowed their heads and opened the way for me to pass.
As if his role had ended here, the inside of the tent, which he had entered leaving behind the guide who naturally fell into it, was asrge as expected, but the number of people inside was different from what I expected.
While four or five clerics were practicing Holy Law over the elf Entire lying on the bed, the self-destructing Saint Tenneas was sitting and resting on the couch next to him, looking tired and haggard, on a sofa that looked so soft that I wondered why there was such furniture in the battlefield. And Princess Eselua’s gaze moved to me.
“…It’s been a while, Eldmia.”
And only after my name came out of Princess Eselua’s mouth, Belessica, who had been resting while exhaling with her head bowed, raised her head suddenly and looked at me with round eyes.
“Eldmia-sama?”
Bellesica… Was it all Ruby’s?
The girl, thest of which I can remember with her crumbly chestnut brown hair and tattered clothes, was iparably neater in a formal dress and with her neatlybed hair tied back.
Although, contrary to her improved and healthy appearance, dark circles under her eyes were proving that the stories she had picked up along the way were true.
However, apart from her appearance, the divine power felt from her is enormous. The divine power thates out so clearly that I wonder how I didn’t know this at the time, makes me realize what kind of existence it is to be a saint who was directly upied by God in order to change the church.
This is why the devil’s son tried to eat it as a sacrifice, and the corrupt leaders of the Holy Light Cross tried to get rid of it in advance. The words of the pseudo-believers who were talking about different statuses were not nonsense.
“It’s been a while, Princess and Saint.”
Contrary to Beleshka, who was admiring her heart but remaining calm on the outside, as she approached, Princess Eselua slowly got up from her seat and responded to my greeting with a mixed expression.
“I’ve heard of his performance in the Battle of Levien. If it was usual, I would have listened to the story with a bit of time, but things aren’t going well right now.”
“I heard a brief story on the way, but it’s hard to believe when you see it with your own eyes. What the hell happened?”
I spit out a formal question with my mouth, but now I can clearly feel the divine power, so I can understand the situation without having to listen to the answer.
“I was injured in the process of blocking the enemy’s attack aimed at Zeke, but there is no improvement at all. Rather…” ”
…It is getting worse. As if eating some of the target from the wound.”
In a short while, the self-destructing saintess rose from her seat while tidying up her clothes. It wasn’t a show-off, but as if it was shift time, the priests stepped back and cut off the spell, and at the same time, Tennessee’s hands glowed and the healing spell unfolded.
It was so powerful that the healing orb she said she made was indistinguishable. In response to the technique that seems to be able to revive even the slightest serious injury in an instant, the ugly wound on Entyre’s shoulder begins to heal.
However, thanks to the disastrous reactions of those around me, it was not difficult to notice that this situation had only been repeated several times before I came.
“The priests’ healing was only to dy the deterioration of the wound.”
“That’s right. If it wasn’t for the help of Tennea and St. Bellesica-nim, I would have died right away.”
As soon as the slowly healing wound reached the size of two fingers, it stopped. It spread widely and tried to encroach on Entire’s body, but as soon as it was blocked by the sexw and condensed in one ce, it seemed to resist fiercely.
The appearance of trying to maintain its form while devouring the divine power of Tennea City, although the form was slightly different, was clearly a power called the remnant of the evil god.
“Where has the warrior gone?”
“I’m out on the battlefield. I thought that this situation might be resolved by catching the demon who injured Entyre.”
From the fact that it was applied to the weapon, it is a kind of poison treatment, so did you think there was an antidote as well? It’s not that I don’t understand his feelings, but I can be sure because I’ve dealt with the terrible oue of being an axeman.
There is no way for the demon lord to heal that. So, apply it to your weapon and use it to stab the enemy.
“Can you use the holyw now, warrior?”
“Yes, but… how did you know?”
I said, ‘Otherwise, the moment I was stabbed by the spear, I would have run out of control with a hideous look.’ Instead of giving a thoughtless answer, I approached the other side of Tennessee, who was working hard to examine the wound more closely.
Unlike the axe, it was eroded in an instant without a chance to use your hands.
No matter how much Siegfried could use the sex method, if the erosion had urred at the same speed as that time, Entire would have died right away.
“But he’s alive.”
“Eldmia…?”
What’s the difference?
The axeman’s dagger is a prototype that has soared to the point of rampage, and the weapon used to attack Entire is a finished product that has been improved to the level of death with a dot deal? To say that, the aura of evil spirits wriggling like creeping chaos is too simr.
Whether or not there is someone to treat you. fatal and serious injuries. That’s the difference between the axeman and Entire.
“Beleshka Ah…Saint? Would you like to cast the Holy Method of Healing next to Saintess Tennessee for a moment?”
“I’ve already tried it, but the wound doesn’t heal…”
“I guess not. It’s okay since aplete cure isn’t the goal. It may be difficult, but please do your best.”
“Wait!”
Just in case, he took out the seed of the World Tree from his bosom and ced it in Entire’s left hand, giving instructions.
“I don’t know which church you belong to, but I can’t let you act as you please! Don’t you know that only the saints can suppress that wound right now? It’s like pouring! Then…”
They weren’t frothing, considering their authority vited. Rather, it was closer to grasping that I had divine powers and trying to understand the situation.
Of course, whatever the intention, it was a really unnecessary remark from my point of view. Hearing their cry, Princess Eselua said, ‘Belonging to the church…?’ It was because an unfortunate ident urred with a muttering of doubt.
I had to turn my attention back to Entire for now, so I cut them off by raising my hand.
“I know that once the strength of the saints is exhausted, there is no turning back. But whether it’s sooner orter, isn’t it a predestined result? So, I’m trying to solve it right now.”
“Do you know how to heal?!”
Blessed be Siegfried for having a stable harem, not a mire of muddy catfights… no. Blessings abound already. Better to pray for blessings on their deep friendship.
Looking at Princess Esselua, who reacted violently, postponing even expressing her doubts about the priests’ cries, I was relieved inwardly and answered by pulling out the sword I was wearing around my waist.
“Honestly, I don’t know. But it’s too exquisite to be a coincidence, so I think it would be appropriate to try it first. Ah, Princess, pleasee over here and hold Entire-nim’s right arm tight.”
“Uh… but why do you pull out the sword…”
It is clear that the remnants of evil spirits are activated faster when the vitality of the injured is weaker.
The axeman must have known that, so he dared to stab me in the neck, leaving everything else alone. Then, the current situation in which the healing method is preventing the deterioration of the condition is also understandable.
However, vitality is only the power to resist the dregs.
Aplete cure is impossible unless the debris that has been forcibly settled is removed. It is possible to bring the life force that keeps going negative to the normal track by pouring in the Holy Law, but removing that thing that has settled in the wound like a malignant tumor is a different problem.
But, even though it is said that it is the remnant of the evil spirit, just like the evilw is also aw, isn’t it a divine power in the end?
I recalled the words the old Dwarf artisans shouted at Mr. Valkun’s workshop, holding the sword in reverse and aiming at Entire’s wound.
‘what?! When I heard that there was a weapon that consumes divine
power, I came running…’ This is a magic sword!’
People around me were astonished at my sudden action, but the situation was a little better thanks to Bellecica, who faithfully believed in me and practiced sex next to the self-destructing saintess.
“Eldmia? That’s not what I thought, right?”
Either that or not, I suddenly rolled my eyes at Princess Eselua, whose pupils were causing an earthquake, then shrugged lightly and made a joke to ease her tension.
“It doesn’t hurt if you get stabbed.”
At my bullshit, as soon as Princess Eselua aimed for a momentary brain freeze and thrust her sword into the wound, the screams of Entire and Princess Eselua resonated alternately throughout the tent.
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These days, my life pattern has gone awry, so I keep getting my writing de in the morning. It feels like fighting against Hyujae every day.
These days, I want to stablyplete my writing as soon as possible and go into a deep sleep.