47 – Transition

”It’s broken…”

Looking at her swollen right arm with the joints out of alignment, Apis suddenly let out a word that was close to a sigh.

That constant tone was indifferent, as if wooden chopsticks had broken.

That would be the case, because for Apis, who had been fighting on the front lines of the dungeon, severe injuries to the extent of breaking his arm had always occurred.

Now, even the pain from a broken bone was considered a mere nuisance.

”ha····.”

Even so, the reason for the occasional wet moan leaking out of Apis’s mouth was no different.

because it hurt

mind, not body.

Before long, Apis’ bewildered gaze turned to the hero, who was sleeping with his eyes closed.

”Somehow the condition was strange…”

Each time the hero inhaled and exhaled, Apis furrowed his brow at the smell of alcohol that tickled the bridge of his nose.

”How much did you drink… why····.”

He was a warrior who was resistant to all types of poison, but for some reason, he tended to lose his pulse when it came to toxic alcohol.

Apparently, in the middle of cooking, it seems that he brought the cooking wine to his mouth several times to imitate the taste.

Since the quantity of food is the quantity, Apis guessed that he must have exceeded his drinking capacity without even realizing it.

”This idiot.”

Seeing the hero who cried for a while while holding onto Apis’ arm, then fainted.

For Apis, whose heart sank as if it was something big, he couldn’t help but curse.

”Ugh…”

As if responding to Apis’ irritated voice, the hero groaned.

Is it because of a hangover, or is it a nightmare?

A hero who was tossing and turning as if he was in pain all the time with his eyebrows furrowed.

I wanted to give him a pat on the back, or at least put a hand on his forehead, which was dripping with cold sweat.

Recklessly approaching the current hero was tantamount to committing suicide.

Apis had to just watch that pitiful behavior.

Eeng.

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Just then, a fly that smelled food and flew in accidentally tried to fly over the hero’s head.

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Kwajik. Laryngeal.

Immediately after that, the remains of the fly, which had been cut in half in an instant, fell to the floor like fallen leaves.

When the hero lost consciousness, it was always like this.

Even if the mind is asleep, the body is awake.

The ruthless figure of reflexively cutting everything that approached within a radius of several meters from it seemed more like a golem with a given command than a living creature.

Even her blood relatives, Victim, wouldn’t even go near her while she was sleeping.

Only one person could lay a hand on the hero in that state.

The priest was the only one.

”Huh, uhhh, wrong, wrong…”

Occasionally, looking at the hero sobbing uncontrollably in his sleep, Apis thought.

What the hell did I do wrong?

Apis hadn’t seen a single person better than her in the past five hundred years.

Furthermore, the human race is a greedy race that lives by its own desires.

Apis didn’t think it was particularly bad either.

I thought that it was definitely better than the elves who clung to life like chewing gum without sweet water, who insisted that being one with nature was the only way to approach the truth while building a wall with the flow of the world. .

What’s wrong with being honest with your desires?

In this harsh world, the only person who can care for and understand you is yourself.

It was the warrior who corrected Apis’ narrow-minded ideology.

He was selfless and devoted.

He was always brave and valiant in the face of hardships that threatened the well-being of those who had nothing to do with him.

yes. For example, as if he was born only to become a hero.

Apis tried to recall the moment when the hero put the cause ahead and tried to prioritize his own self-interest, but soon gave up.

Because there has never been a moment like that before.

It was Apis who, until just a short while ago, considered the hero’s perfect figure, his appearance like a flawless sculpture combed out by the Creator, to be cool and cool.

However, now, an existence lacking something that a creature should have.

Even though I lost something precious, I didn’t know how to be greedy, I felt like I was watching a child who was just at a loss.

”Being nice…”

It was a kind and caring tone that made it hard to believe that it was addressed to someone who broke his arm.

Warriors and Priests. I don’t know what happened between the two, but I could say this one thing with certainty.

A warrior needs that priest.

”Well, good. It’s because the reason to see your face came just in time.”

Apis looked at her broken arm once, took a deep breath, and made a decision.

You can’t bring it by force. Rather, there is a risk of causing adverse effects.

The key is to make that priest come back here on his own volition.

It was obvious that it would be a tough challenge, but to challenge such a challenge was no different from everyday life for Apis, a part of the hero.

Moreover, she had never had the experience of missing the target she had been aiming for.

”····”

Apis was lost in thought.

It is not an opponent that can be eaten by material appeasement or physical torture.

It’s not an opponent that would work for such a thing, and if their thoughts were shaken by such snobbish means in the first place, they wouldn’t have been able to follow the rugged journey of the warriors’ party.

If so, there is only one way.

Making use of one’s strengths and exploiting the weaknesses of others.

”Beauty world…”

It was a prejudice, not the prejudice of the elves, that the more human males with less experience with women, the more they would reveal their female virginity.

Moreover, the opponent is a man who has never had a relationship with a woman since he was born. so-called sympathy.

It was Apis’ opinion that the odds were not good enough and would be overrun.

”Don’t give me anything to bring me! If the baby is like a man, he can’t get a virgin! ‘

I’ll be thrilled

If Reigis had been here, he would surely have swallowed such remorseful words.

Although they are already a race of elves with weak reproductive instincts and strong closed-minded tendencies, their notions tend to diverge from interactions with other races.

Apis had been spending all her time outside the village to survive, train, and collect children’s books.

The degree of discrepancy reached a rather serious level.

Because.

For Apis, meeting a man for the first time was a trivial matter, like clearing away a precious thing she had been putting off.

It was no different from the light sensation that modern people get when they go to get a driver’s license.

”wait! Warrior! I am that baby! I’ll bring you back here soon!”

Because the moonlight had faded, Apis had no way to know that the already pensive warrior’s face was twisting even more after hearing Apis’ promise.

”Then first…”

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”This is…”

Early moning.

Normally, the diligent woman would have had enough time to prepare for the day.

However, she seemed to have forgotten to change out of her sloppy nightgown into a nun’s uniform, and she hadn’t even left her bed yet.

”Are all the scars healed…?”

The name of this beautiful woman holding a hand mirror in her hand and touching her face here and there as if in amazement is Beltane.

Beltane Angelas Ashes. The highest-ranking nun who oversees the affairs of the monastery.

Those who knew that she was a real sister to the saintess could be counted on one hand.

”This can’t be… This, it can’t be like this…”

That suspicion was justified. I thought it would not be erased for the rest of my life, and with a firm determination, the scars carved with that hand had been completely erased without even a trace.

It is difficult, but not impossible, to heal fractured or severed parts with divine power.

However, treating scars that can be considered to be in a state where healing has already progressed is outside the scope of divine power.

She had heard at first glance that there was a medical technique to erase scars by transplanting new flesh to the affected area in an unknown country outside of this system.

I heard that the medicine takes a lot of time. Soon, he shook his head.

whoever.

Sweeping his hair, Beltane, lost in thought at an untimely moment, recalled a phrase vaguely like steam.

‘Hey Sister… If you sleep in a place like this, your mouth will go back…’

Soon, his face reddened.

”Could it be, Priestess Rageis…?”

A thick man’s hand holding his hand. friendly voice. From the warm energy that permeates the tired body layer by layer.

All of those visions were so opaque that I couldn’t tell if they were dreams or reality, and even though I struggled to recall them, it was impossible to figure out the order of things based on those memories.

”ha····. uh? Huh?”

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Just then.

Her bewildered gaze fell helplessly down, capturing her thin nightgown.

”Kyaaak!”

Clink!

Shocked enough to throw the hand mirror in his hand, Beltane let out a shrill scream.

”Come on, pajamas!? Did I change my clothes while I was sleeping!? who, who! Come on, no way! Stand up, no way! Leh, Priestess of Rageis!?”

Anyway, no accident happened. Wasn’t there some kind of gossip between the confused self and him?

It took a long time for her to grope all over the body, looking for traces that were not even clear whether they were real or not.

”Gee, calm down. Let’s calm down. Beltane. You know very well that I’m not that kind of person. It’s not someone else, it’s Priestess Rageis…”

Before long, she regained her original coolness and slowly got up.

”Oh, what?”

Beltane, who got off the bed, shuddered with an unknown sense of incongruity.

Stiff shoulders that I thought I would have to live with for the rest of my life because of my natural body shape. Due to excessive work, the pain that sometimes felt like being stabbed in the back with a needle had completely disappeared.

A sunny morning that I can’t even remember anymore. A sense of refreshment as if all the heavy burdens were thrown off the body.

The sense of omnipotence that the invisible energy of Saeha-an, which was thinly overlaid on the skin, directly plunged into the consciousness, even invigorated the tired body.

”This is…”

Eventually, it was at that moment that Beltane stuttered and opened the door, having shook off the doubts that held back his steps.

profit.

”Hee, hee! Sin, sorry. Sister…”

”Sister Marianne? What the hell… Ro…”

Marianne, an apprentice nun who assists with Beltane’s every move.

She was meeting Beltane right in front of the door, dripping with tears and cold sweat.

And, what lies behind Marianne?

”Five. A bare face is much better than wearing a mask.”

Part of the warrior party. Shrine Apis.

At the unexpected appearance of a guest, Beltane, whose consciousness was in a commotion, had to grit his teeth and swallow the frivolous scream that was about to come out at any moment.