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

Chapter 523

Episode 523 The Saint’s Funeral (2)

Hafman took the news he received to the forest of Grendel.

When Harpman, who had not been seen for a while, suddenly came to visit, Ira happily greeted him.

“It’s been a long time since I came here. I haven’t even heard the good news lately. Seeing that the mana that was extinguished has returned, it seems that Ray has returned, right?”

It was a natural inferiority complex, but Hafman did not seem to care.

Aira’s expression darkened a little since it wasn’t normal for her to drool with her mouth shut.

“What’s going on? You don’t look good.”

“…”

I just let out a sigh.

She was a little frustrated because she didn’t say the right words.

However, she knew better than anyone else that she had lived for a long time that this was not a problem to be overlooked.

Ira decided to relax.

Time passed slowly.

What should I say?

Even when Harfman hesitated and shook his head, she waited patiently.

Drinking tea and waiting for tens of minutes.

he finally opened his mouth.

“Taesangdanju… So, the saint’s funeral will be held in Celia’s royal castle in two days…”

Ira, who was just about to pick up the teacup and bring it to her mouth, stopped at the shocking words that came out of Halfman’s mouth. missed it

Touk-.

A wooden teacup collided with the floor, making a dull noise.

Unlike the first time, her voice, which was rapidly cold, made the surroundings freeze.

“…I heard that wrong.”

“Your wife’s lover… is said to have died in the Devil’s Land.”

“Hafman. If you’re joking, let’s do it there.”

“A merchant values a word more than his life. I’ve been living as a half-man merchant for over forty years. I don’t say these words out of a moment’s joke.”

After talking that far, Ira realized that Hafman’s words were no joke.

The Eye of Truth, which is already called the third eye of an elf, tells me that his words are sincere.

Besides, he vaguely sensed that Harpman’s loyalty to Ray was unusual.

There is no way that such a person should take lightly the death of the person he serves.

Ira didn’t want to believe it, but she had to believe it.

Her clear blue eyes were watery.

“It is a lie.”

Humans lie.

Most likely, the words just now were also lies.

The mind is trying hard to deny the reality, but Lee Seong-man was accepting Hafman’s words pointed by the eyes of truth.

Aira said, shaking her hands.

“No one else… There’s no way Ray will die.”

“I just knew that, too. However… according to the opinion of the royal family, there was not a single person who said they had seen Taesangdanju in the Devil’s Eye. They said that if you wander inside the demon realm without mana, you will die ten times out of ten. They lived as a group in the Demon Realm, but if they had gone in alone, they wouldn’t have been able to survive for less than a day…”

She knows too.

How weak is a creature that has lost mana.

In addition, in the case of humans who have poor basic physical abilities, the extent will be more severe.

Rather, it was a long way to survive in it.

The more I thought about it, the more the thought that he was alive disappeared, and finally tears fell from my big eyes.

It is known that elves who have lived through the ages rarely shed tears.

For them, dying is just a natural process.

she also knew

that life is over.

The body made of mana returns to mana and becomes stable.

That’s all.

But what is this bitterness that squeezes the heart?

The tears in Aira’s eyes didn’t stop as she felt the terrible feeling that Ray kept getting further away from her.

Halfman couldn’t bear to watch it, so he lowered his head for a while.

Aira, who had been crying quietly for a while, soon stopped crying and faced the harp.

“…What was the evil beast that dared to harm my people?”

His voice was as cold as ice when he spoke, and the eyes looking down at him were filled with only murder.

It was different from the eyes that showed benevolence and tenderness before.

There was an uncontrollable madness in his blue eyes.

The implicit flow of her momentum engulfed the surroundings.

Even Halfman, who was proud of his skill in swordsmanship, had his body hardened like a stone.

He barely opened his mouth to answer.

“I think they might be the monsters of the demon world.”

“…Mere insignificance.”

Aira’s eyes, which had been whispering softly, became ferocious.

I don’t know what he was thinking, but Hafman had goosebumps running down his spine.

There was a cruelty in those eyes that you wouldn’t expect from an elf.

“The fact that you came all the way here to tell me the news must have been an example of your own. Thank you.”

“If you think about the person you serve, it’s a natural thing to do.”

“…it’s okay to leave.”

At her words, Hafman stood up without a word.

Even after he left, Ira didn’t know how to move for a while.

* * *

In Princess Celestia’s bedroom, there were endless cries every day.

“Uhhhhh… Holy Son…”

Her father, King Theogarde, had already acknowledged the saint’s death and wanted to prepare for the funeral.

Upon hearing this, Celestia wet her sleeves with tears day and night.

The lady-in-waiting who was beside the princess to comfort her sighed briefly.

“Stop crying, princess…. Even the saint will not want to see you sad.”

It was meant to comfort her, but it had the opposite effect.

Celestia cried even more at the maid’s words.

“Hey heck… If I knew it would be like this, I would head for the Devil’s Land… If I knew I was going to die, I wouldn’t have stayed still…” “

Princess …”

It was the first time I’d seen her sad in that way.

The maid decided to eat hard.

“Princess. If you attend the funeral with a swollen face, even the saint will not feel comfortable. Come on, stand up. Let me help you.”

“Uhhhhh…”

Celestia’s pretty face was covered with tears, and the lady-in-waiting was also moved.

The lady-in-waiting, biting her pursed lips and enduring it, left the bedroom accompanied by the princess.

Whether or not Celestia is in sorrow.

Celia’s royal castle was crowded with people due to the preparations for the saint’s funeral.

time is at most two days.

Normally, they would have a preparation period of several months, but the situation in the kingdom of Celia was not so good.

Since mana has returned since the mana disappeared, it is not strange if there is a red tide at any time.

So the Kingdom of Celia had to spend a huge amount of money to prepare for his funeral in two days.

Lanterns were hung on every street.

The streets of the royal capital were overflowing with people who received grace from the saint.

The flood victims who were able to find a way to live thanks to him in the past flood.

The villagers were on the verge of extinction because they could not cope with the huge bandits.

From common people to nobles.

Even though only one day had passed, the number of them was more than enough to fill the capital.

Street stalls were lined up like a festival, and people’s pensive expressions could be seen under the lotus lanterns.

death of the saint.

Even though news that would normally have been seen and heard only in the Holy Land was spreading within the Kingdom of Celia, people were pensive as if it were their own business.

* * *

“Thank you. This has the potential to save patients.”

When Mana returned, those who were most happy were the healers who were able to use magic tools.

In the meantime, I couldn’t see any movement, and every time the patients got worse, I was just nervous, but now it’s been a long time since I’ve been in the middle of a long time.

A young therapist said, resting her chin.

“I came to think of it now, but the disease is a little strange. To think that it would work even if it was treated with normal detoxification magic rather than divine magic… Isn’t it like a curse or black magic?”

A middle-aged therapist answered him.

“I don’t know yet. If we don’t investigate the source and figure out the circumstances, we can’t draw any conclusions, can we?”

“Phew. Since the Holy Son passed away, I can’t even go out, so it will take a little longer to find out about the plague.”

The middle-aged therapist jumped out in fright at the words that seemed to blame him for his death.

“Don’t go anywhere and talk like that. It is said that more than half of the people who received the help of the saint only in the kingdom of Silia can be attacked in the middle of the night without a rumor.”

When he scared the young therapist shut up.

“Is that so? I knew that the saint’s prestige was high, but I didn’t think it would be that much…” “

In just one day, enough people gathered to fill the capital. There are probably many healers who adored him and chose this path.”

The young man who was listening spoke as if he had just remembered.

“Come to think of it, wasn’t there a religion that was worshiping a saint? What happened to them?”

“well. Since it was a religion centered on saints from the beginning, it wouldn’t be strange if the satellite church disbanded.”

Satellite religion is a religion that has been active since its appearance.

As the Holy Kingdom declined and ran on the road of growth along with the Demonic Church, their position among the people was considerable.

Moreover, as those who were favored by the saint or fell in love with him entered the satellite religion one after another, it became quite famous externally and grew into a huge religion.

That they disband?

Even thinking about it, it was an unrealistic picture.

“If this goes wrong, another war could break out.”

“It may not be a satellite church that enshrines a saint, but since Mana has returned, it is unlikely that the Holy Kingdom will leave the Demonic Church alone.”

At the words of the middle-aged therapist, the young man’s shoulders trembled.

When someone dies and gets hurt, it is they who get busy.

When I thought that the bloody wind would blow again on the continent after the saint died, I naturally expected the appearance of the future.