To Hell with Being a Saint, I’m a Doctor

Chapter 380

Episode 380 Accident (6)

The fallen Ray’s condition was rather serious.

Blood leaked from the seven holes, and the whole body was soaked in it.

The sound of breathing was also faint, as if it was causing mana depletion and weakening his body condition.

Serien took the mana he didn’t have and poured magic all over his body.

I used to refrain from using magic on the altar because it could adversely affect the supplier of the altar, but now was not the time to cover myself with cold or hot water.

“Heal!”

Ugh-!

Ray’s whole body was enveloped in blue light with the resonance of mana.

The magic of the High Elves, by itself, is several steps above that of humans.

Although it could not solve the mana depletion, the residual scars disappeared in an instant.

Serien touched his forehead after finishing the magic.

“I’ve been treated, but… I can’t use it because I’m unconscious. Can you live properly with Aira if your stamina is this weak?”

The person responsible for clearing Ray’s mental cords, which he was barely holding on to, clicked his tongue.

* * *

Two days passed before Ray opened his eyes again.

“Ummm…”

As he slowly lifted his eyelids while drooling, he saw the killer elf who was trying to kill him.

“Are you feeling better now?”

Smile with a common line that can be heard everywhere.

Ray stood up and glared at her.

“Thanks to someone, I’m finally feeling a little better.”

“You have a thorn in your tone. As you go through life, you risk dying a few times due to depletion of mana. A man is small.”

Ray quickly became a small man.

“I almost fell asleep at the altar while trying to fix a petty altar! I squeezed so hard that my shoulders still throb!”

“The high elves are originally a slightly strong race.”

“Are you strong enough to persecute relatively weak humans? Oh, I think I forgot where the mana line was after I was shocked by this.”

“Hohoho, why is our proud little human doing this today? With a little joke.”

I learned today that pranks can kill people.

Serien hurriedly took the parchment and pen.

Suddenly, Ray, who had the honor of being helped by a high elf, let her go.

“I won’t look at you twice.”

“For the second time, he would personally stand at the altar. I don’t know what to do with the girl, human.”

Serien rubbed her hands together like a merchant.

After staring at it for a while, Ray drew a line on the parchment.

The locations of the fourth and fifth points are drawn.

And the existence of a mana line passing over it was created.

“This must have been the mana line.”

“yes. I was able to find the fourth and fifth points somehow, but the mana line located at the sixth point is probably quite difficult to find.”

“Awesome! How can you find mana lines so quickly! Fixing the altar might end sooner than expected!”

“It will take another month, though.”

Serien looked at Ray again while looking at the mana line drawn on the parchment.

At first, there was a bit of distrust in him, but in less than three hours, he found two more mana lines and points, and I wanted to give him a hug.

However, he barely endured it, conscious of his blood-soaked appearance and Aira spouting murderous spirits from behind.

Serien held his nose.

“Rather than that, wash up a bit. The smell of blood and sweat mixed together makes my nose rot. How in the world does it smell like this without washing? They say that humans have something in common with orcs, but now it turns out that it was filth and uncleanness.”

“….”

Thanks to Serien, he had passed out for two days in a bloody sweaty state.

It was natural to smell.

Rather, it is strange if it does not smell.

He shook his head and took off his soaked robe.

His outward appearance, which had been hidden until now, was revealed.

The blood-soaked hair was tucked back coolly, and shard-like blue eyes shone through them.

Seeing that, Serien opened her mouth to say “uhh”.

“You’re… not an elf… are you…?”

Even if you’re not an elf, what the hell is that appearance? Do I have to explain it?

Their appearance easily surpasses that of the elves, who are said to be a race of beauty.

It seemed that his face alone was not enough to start a war in one country.

Seeing her fresh reaction, Ray smiled.

“Do high elves look at others too?”

“…High elves are also living beings living in Middle-earth. Of course, first impressions inevitably lead to preconceived notions, right?”

“What was your first impression of me?”

“A filthy person in sloppy clothes. I couldn’t understand why Ira liked it. But… now… I think I can understand why I love Aira so much… I guess…”

Serien looked at him quietly and then shook her head.

“…wash up quickly and come back. If you go outside, there will be a stream.”

“Then I’ll be back for a while.”

“Since I found two mana lines, it’s okay to rest for a day or so. I need to replenish my strength in order to continue to work hard.”

She casually announced that she would use Ray well in the right place as a worker.

* * *

Leaving the altar and going to the stream, there was a cool-looking valley between the beautifully shaded trees.

The flowers in full bloom showed off their splendor.

Lay laid her blood-soaked clothes on a stone and dipped herself in the clear valley water so that the floor could be seen clearly.

“Ugh… I’m going to die.”

he shivered once.

Caused mana depletion and the body was infinitely weakened.

Even walking from the altar to the stream was so tiring that I had to take a break on the way.

“Maybe it’s because there is a problem with the spirit of speech, but mana recovery is slow.”

Originally, since I took two full days off, I had to recover to some extent to be normal, but nothing had changed compared to when I collapsed.

At this rate, mana could not be supplied to the altar.

In order to draw out the depleted mana, it was necessary to recuperate a little more.

Determined to focus on clearing her mind and resting, Ray immersed herself in the valley.

At that time, I felt the presence from afar.

Looking at the place where I felt a presence, I met eyes with a pair of men and women.

Judging by the long ears, it must be an elf.

You can think of it as a high elf, seeing that they even entered the altar here.

The young elf greeted me with a big smile.

“I didn’t know there would be passengers in a place like this. We have been called by Serien and have come to inspect the altar. My name is Heprion. This woman here is Sert. Even though it’s the first time we’ve met, let’s do well in the future with our colleagues at the altar!”

A high elf full of fighting spirit.

After being introduced, Sert hurriedly greeted me.

“It’s Sesert. Please take good care of me.”

Blushing, she peeked at Ray’s body in the valley.

I was so glad I didn’t take off my bottoms.

After completely washing away the blood, Ray stood up.

“Nice to meet you. My name is Ray.”

“oh! ray! What a wonderful name!”

“thank you.”

“At first glance, I heard that it was a human… but looking at it now, I can’t believe it’s a human.”

Heprion inspected Ray’s strong body and exclaimed in admiration.

His gaze moved slightly downward from his upper body.

“It’s good because it’s sturdy.”

What does it mean to be strong?

The timing was pretty odd, but I tried not to pay attention.

“Are you the only two who came to the altar?”

“no. There are high elves to arrive next. Since we have a village not too far from here, we were able to arrive a little earlier than they did.”

Ray, who was draining the blood from his clothes with the valley water, nodded.

“If you go straight up here, there is an ‘altar’. I still have work to do in the valley, so let’s go upstairs and talk about the details.”

“All right! Then I will help you with the laundry!”

“Uh… you don’t have to…”

“Couldn’t helping each other lead to everyone’s happiness! please give it to me! I will lend a hand!”

The lobes are long and thick.

Obviously, it will be faster for two people to wash together than one person.

When Heprion came to his aid, Sert, who had been standing at a distance, hurriedly entered the valley.

“I’ll help too…!”

A rare scene unfolded when two high elves, who were said to be lofty, jumped into the valley to help humans do laundry.

Fetish fetish—

what are these people. Are you a saint and a saint?

Jintong (?) Saint saw the two high elves and was moved.

* * *

The three of them finished washing and headed to the altar.

Serien welcomed them outside the temple as if they knew they would be coming in advance.

“Oh, did our precious human come?”

“This is Ray. Call me by name.”

“It’s the same two letters, so what?”

“…”

Salsim bloomed rapidly.

“Has Serien been healthy?”

“As you can see, I am healthy. I don’t know if the altar would have been a little healthier if it hadn’t been rotten inside.”

Sert awkwardly greeted her as she sighed.

“Hello… My name is Sert…”

Serien looked at her and looked at Heprion with a tilt of his head.

“This kid…?”

“Oh, I am a high elf who is in charge of the village chief this time. They are still young, but I brought them because I thought they would be useful for the altar!”

“Hmm… This kid…?”

Does being young bother you?

Serien, who looked at me disapprovingly for a moment, shrugged.

“It doesn’t matter if you need at least one more hand. If you are the chief of the village, you are qualified to enter the altar just barely.”

“thank you. So let’s hear the situation slowly. What the hell is going on?”

Serien, who invited the three to sit, pointed to a corner of the temple.

There was a corpse of a monster covered in fur.

“Is that…?”

“A monster from another dimension. The altar started to react abnormally unlike before. It constantly asks for mana. It’s like causing a mana surge. All we can do now is supply mana and learn a little about the altar.”

“Hmm. Is that so. If that’s the case, it would be better if there were more beings who could supply mana. It was the right choice for me to bring Sert!”

“And to get information about the altar…”

Serien pointed at Ray, who was sitting in the center.

“This human needs help.”