The Paladin Owns the Relic

159 – Ancient Forest (19)

[Healing (S): It can be revived if it is not cooled down. Fire will hold the soul, and the shadow will make the stopped heart beat.]

[Blessing (S): Scrapes to the bottom of talent. The burning fire will push the back, and the shadow will raise up the exhausted power.]

“Hold here!”

“The rope keeps melting because of the rotten blood…!”

“Keep adding new blood!”

It’s noisy inside. I opened the curtain and went forward.

It was bloody all around. A rotten smell oozes from the scattered purple blood.

The wizards were also not in their best condition. Even in a situation where her clothes were burning and her skin was deteriorating, she was desperately suppressing the patient.

“What kind of terrible curse is this…!”

The elf’s waist bounced like a bow. Foam fell from his open mouth.

It’s terrible. It’s worse than I thought.

“I am an elf from the fairy forest.”

Basmorph stood next to me. He looked up at me without saying anything.

There was only one request.

“Can you fix it?”

I also answered concisely.

“Let’s do it.”

I squeezed through the wizards. The wizards who were holding down the cursed elves glanced at me.

“…A saint?”

“That priest at that time.”

“Get out of the way! This is no place for you to intervene!”

“A priest is always a priest!”

“It is different from simply healing broken and torn wounds!”

“This is a curse!”

“This is not your area!”

Criticism pours in. In the meantime, there were several people who noticed.

Those who do not believe even though they have seen with their own two eyes the healing of thousands of people.

Or those who haven’t seen it at all.

“Where is the priest…”

“Would you like to do something we can’t even do?”

“No matter how much you say, this is a bit…”

“What do you think of a wizard?”

The chasm between priests and wizards is deep.

Since the parts that each other could do overlapped, they were almost like rivals.

Looking deeper, it feels like the wizards are one-sidedly laughing at the priests.

“This is Your Excellency’s name. Could you make room for me?”

“Your Excellency!”

The wizard he hadn’t seen before turned his head away.

“Sacred power and magical power inevitably collide!”

“…Christopher.”

Christopher. One of the most important mages.

Are you a proud and authoritative NPC?

And above all…

You were a big fan of elves…?

“To enlist this man’s help now is to give up the life of an elf! Even if time is slow now, we are narrowing down the form of the curse! Just a little more time…!”

“What if this person dies while trying to figure out?”

“Where is the priest!”

Mage Christopher growled.

“I am Christopher Gelen, the branch manager of the Yellow Mage Tower! You think you can do what I can’t! A mere priest!”

“I’m a priest. Can we regard that as an insult to the Church as a whole?”

“Then what you are doing now is like a challenge to the yellow mage tower! Yes man! Get the situation straight!”

The patient grunted and vomited up rotten blood. The wizards around them turned their heads to the side, spilling the pooled blood.

“It is a situation where a person’s life and death come and go! I don’t have time to argue with you! Get out of the way right now!”

“If opinions differ, Your Excellency may choose.”

Eyes are focused. Basmov rubbed his brow.

“Christopher. Report the healing status.”

“Among the curses, it appears to correspond to the Corruption attribute!”

“What next?”

Christopher gritted his teeth.

“…I haven’t figured out a cure yet, but if you give me a little more time…!”

“Saint.”

Basmorph looked at me.

“Can you do it?”

“Your Excellency believes in me, what can I not do?”

The elf gasped as if he was going to run out of breath at any moment. I put on black surgical gloves on my hands.

“From now on, I will be in charge of the operation. Wizards are arrogant, but I would appreciate it if you could all step back.”

“I saw such a carefree person…!”

“Christopher. Get out of the way.”

Basmorph has brought out all the wizards.

“I will take responsibility for this.”

Basmorph. The more I look at it, the more I like it.

Once…

Shall we save lives first?

[Use Heal (S).]

[Use Purification (C).]

[Use Blessing (S).]

[Use the torch (A).]

A brilliant light burst from his hand.

. . .

Christopher stepped aside impatiently. Elf. It was clear that the person who suddenly ran out of the fairy forest must have a lot of information.

But there were other reasons beyond that to save the elves.

A noble and peaceful being.

Even though Christopher had the ability to be among the best in the Yellow Mage Tower, he dared to volunteer to go to the forefront facing the Ancient Forest.

Garnet branch.

It was a place where, at least occasionally, you could come face to face with a mysterious being called an elf.

Christopher wanted to know a race that loved peace and well-being. He could not resist his urge to study the race.

It did not take long for the desire for knowledge to change into the emotion of love. To love the race itself.

To Christopher, elves were noble creatures that he dared not touch.

I want to save even the places I can reach. I want to talk to them directly and find out more.

“…Ah!”

As the elf gurgled and vomited up rotten blood, his feelings soon turned to hostility toward the priest.

Something stupid! You can’t even choose where to go!

Even if Marquis Basmov is looking after you, do you think he’ll forgive your successive failures!

“Your Excellency! Even now, we!”

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“Let’s wait and see.”

“But…!”

“Christopher. Don’t let me repeat the same thing three times.”

Christopher shut his mouth. He suppressed the swear words that leaked out.

What can a mere clown priest do? You idiot!

Just as the attack on the castle had just ended, Christopher was fixing the magic on the walls. He had only heard word of mouth what had happened in the city.

A priest who healed a thousand units?

It was only exaggerated by word of mouth. There’s no way that’s possible. No matter how much he was an apostle of the Sun God, it wasn’t his holy power, but his output was enough to destroy his body first.

In the first place, there’s no way a religious person would have that kind of power. Maybe everyone is being fooled. That wicked priest might have even fooled the master’s eyes.

“aaah!!!”

Christopher gnashed his teeth at the scream that erupted.

Yes man…If that elf…If a noble being ever died…

I’ll grind your head off and drink it!

. . .

I frowned. It wouldn’t be strange if he died right away.

The internal organs are all broken. There is no place that is normal. Muscles twisted, blood vessels twisted.

The fact that he is still alive is a slanderous injury.

The skin continues to decay. I first found the cause. It’s so obvious, it didn’t take long to find it.

Something penetrated the lungs. And there was a small piece of flesh embedded deep in it.

“…Thorns?”

I increased my holy power. It flowed through the blood vessels and reached the intestines.

I closed my eyes and focused on the sensations.

I see.

I’m sure. Go Seeds of thorn trees that have taken root in the surrounding area and seem to be about to sprout.

I touched it lightly with purification. Thorn rebelled violently.

The elf coughed up blood.

Christopher bit into the crab foam.

“I knew this would happen! Yes man! Get out of the way! Even if you want to get out of the way!”

“It’s noisy. Really.”

I can’t do this with purification. Okay. I didn’t even expect it because the rank was low anyway.

In that case, we have no choice but to use a rather drastic method.

The treatment doesn’t work either. It’s all about fixing the elf’s physical condition in the present.

Through the blessing, I’m barely holding on to my lifeline, but it was clear that I would die as soon as I fell.

It’s not like the wizards weren’t doing anything though. Are these guys very talented? Despite this, the lifeline was still attached.

…Once.

“Shall we go hot?”

The holy power was shredded. I forcibly inserted my holy fire, which was burning dark red in front of the thorn.

A rank. That, too, is the torch just before reaching S rank. The firepower seen through the image was enough to fight the seed, and the sword was wrapped in a weak purification.

Let’s go.

Through the whisper, the chunk of torch immediately bounced. Showing off fierce flames, he began to confront the thorns that were eroding his surroundings.

Fierce resistance. Brown roots protruding from the thorns rushed to eat my torch. I evaded all the attacks by extending the torch.

All the attacks that were evaded hit the lungs.

Alas.

The elf coughed up blood. A pulsating purple liquid bathed the surroundings.

Christopher tore his hair.

“Go, Your Excellency! You can’t leave that guy alone! Go elf! Elves die! You mean that noble creature will die…!”

“Take it out.”

“Your Excellency! “Elegant haaa!!!”

Fight. Continue the battle The avatar of the holy fire holding a greatsword of gleaming shadow flames mimics me similarly.

They lay down their swords and use the lungs of elves as the stage for a splendid dance.

[Infiltrated Darkness – Use Sanajeh (S).]

The elf’s body rang loudly as if it would break at any moment. Torch frenziedly spurts through his nose, mouth, and ears.

“Seo, a saint?! Didn’t you say you could save it?!”

“Now in treatment!”

“It looks like it’s killing anyone!”

“My treatment is a bit intense!”

If it was inside my body, I would have overpowered it a long time ago. But damn it, it was someone else’s body, so I wasn’t used to it.

You have to be careful not to break it. Of course, I had to be careful not to completely collapse the already flimsy internal organs.

On the other hand, the thorns were trying to completely destroy the whole place.

A fierce battle continued. The elf’s screams also deepened.

If you do this, you will never lose.

I gritted my teeth. Even now, as a gamble, burning the thorns hoping that the elf will not die…!

【Zahard. Calm your mind. Don’t pay attention to your surroundings, just focus on your fingertips.]

I heard a whisper.

Someone gently put a hand on top of mine.

【Don’t think about the movement of the torch, look a little further. The important thing is the flow.]

Beatrice.

The fire saint assisted my holy power.

【Zahard is a genius… Can you?】

A remarkably stable flame. My avatar, who had been resisting within the body of an elf, corrected the sword of the shadow flame.

“…Of course…It’s soft.”

The shaking of the torch has stabilized, and the next step is visible.

In a war consisting only of torches, your proficiency has accumulated to the limit, ready to explode at any moment.

Beatrice opened her mouth.

I seized the opportunity.

“Because I am a genius!”

[The torch (A) wriggles.]

[Proficiency reached the limit.]

[Gets enlightenment.]

[Seonghwa (A) grows into Seonghwa (S).]

[Purification (C) grows into Purification (B).]

The thorn resisted violently. As if to put an end to it, it raised the deeply protruding roots at once.

My avatar also raised a sword to see the end.

The torch is going off.

The room was engulfed in flames in an instant.