92 – A slightly different genre – 2

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The further south we went, the hotter the weather was. Bead-like beads of sweat flowed down Cylon’s brown skin, and the Sixth Man was wiping his sweaty hair with a towel, unintentionally making it shiny.

“By the way, where did you say we should go?”

“Haritisna. It is one of the few villages dedicated to Hariti, the goddess of fertility who protects children.”

“It’s really there, right? A cursed doll.”

“uh.”

The request I received from the Adventurer’s Guild was from a family with precious hands.

They have a marital relationship every day, and they have a good relationship, but strangely, they do not have children.

I checked to see if I was cursed, but even the priests and shamans said it wasn’t a curse.

I tried all kinds of methods, but I couldn’t find an answer, so I asked the adventurer’s guild with the feeling of grabbing at least a straw, but who would do such a request?

I decided to do a request that no one had accepted for several years.

I’m not in a position to choose between fire and fire, and there are achievements and skills that can be obtained while handling this request, so I was going down to the south, accepting the order alone as always.

At that time, it was these two who met at the southern border of the kingdom.

The Sixth Man, whom he met while living an adventurer’s life after finishing the main story, and continued his relationship until now.

And Cyron, one of the seekers of the eight stars.

Cyron was looking for a cursed doll at the direction of the priestess, and the Sixth Man was looking for an ax that could be used from before.

Then they met and asked me for information, and in return I offered to help with my work.

That was the opportunity to come to the South, which is not often visited in games.

“Haritis country. Is it true that you can rescue the executioner there?”

I saw his axe.

It was an ax that I enchanted, but it was not an ax suitable for a sixth man.

“uh.”

“Ahh~ Executioner. Well. Since the wise man said he knew everything, wouldn’t it be wrong?”

‘Executioner’ is one of the unique axes that exist in the game and is a warrior-only equipment.

When a warrior wears it, it increases their strength and at the same time allows them to use the exclusive skill ‘Execution’.

That’s what all axe-wielding warriors want.

According to the setting of the game, only the great warrior Lord was the owner of the executioner, and since then he has disappeared and cannot be found. it was known

Of course, it was just a setting in the game, and you could get it by clearing the linked quest from Haritisna.

“Huh? Sage. Isn’t it over there?”

“Ah. I see.”

Cyron pointed to one side. A small town illuminated by the evening sunset.

As soon as they see it, Cyron and Sixth Man start running as if they had been waiting for it.

“Shower! I’m going to take a shower!!”

“Let’s start drinking!!”

I urgently shouted at them running without looking back.

“You guys are like beggars right now!

After entering the village, unpacking at the inn, we headed to the temple at the end of the village. What I wanted was right here.

“Harithira…”

“You know what?”

“I heard that it was a god who protects children and controls fertility. I heard that it fell, but I didn’t expect it to remain like this.”

Cyron is also a shaman, so he seems to have known about theology to some extent.

Hearing her murmur, I nodded and knocked on the temple door.

After a while, a well-rounded woman appeared to be in her late 40s.

“Welcome. If you came to pray at Hariti’s temple…”

“I came here to receive Hariti’s protection. And I need to get pregnancy medicine…”

“Oh, I see. Then…”

She held out the basket. While Cyron was puzzled by this, I took out a pouch from my bosom and poured the contents into the basket.

– Jjallang! Jinglang! Jjalang!!

“Wow. What are you paying so much for?”

Dozens of thick gold coins.

Cyron was frightened, but the woman nodded naturally and held out the basket to Cyron as well.

“Ah. I don’t really have any intention of receiving Divine Protection…”

“I see. Then… I will give you my protection. Please come to me at midnight.”

That was it.

As the door closed, Cyron looked at me and asked timidly.

“What are you paying so much for?”

“It increases resistance to all kinds of abnormal conditions, curses, and mental illness related to ‘child’ and increases the natural recovery rate. You should receive it too? Rather than wasting time paying for treatment due to a curse or mental illness, it is better to receive protection.”

“Uh… I’ll just go to church…”

Cyron loathed, and I shrugged.

If you don’t like it, don’t.

He joined the Sixth Man who was already drinking and drinking, and headed to the temple at midnight.

In the temple, everything was already prepared.

“I’ll give you the pregnancy medicine when you die. Then I’m going to give you a blessing right away. Are you ready?”

“Yes. High priest.”

The woman I saw earlier and some priests started preparing.

Although it is said to be a blessing from God, the preparation was simpler than expected. It was all the priestesses sang hymns while I knelt down in front of a benevolent-looking statue of a goddess holding a pomegranate and prayed.

And, at the end of the chant, the woman who greeted us earlier, the High Priestess of Hariti, handed me a pomegranate.

“Eat.”

I ate it without hesitation. That moment.

[Achievement: Obtained the protection of Hariti.]

[Skill: Obtained the protection of the one who protects children.]

I checked the newly popped up message window and stood up.

How can I not end here?

However, the High Priest brought a bottle of medicine and held it out to let them know that it was not over.

“If you drink this medicine, you will suffer from infantile regression. If you are properly protected, you will be cured naturally within 48 hours.”

“Um… can’t you drink it?”

“no.”

In the game, if you win this achievement, you will be caught in infantile regression once, and you will be informed about the divine protection through an event in which it is naturally cured.

As long as he already knew and knew that he was protected, he didn’t have to take the test, but the High Priest seemed quite serious.

I guess this is also one of the rituals?

Tsk, there was no way to pass this in the game…

Uhm… Infantile Regression. can’t help it

I fidgeted with the bottle the high priest held out, then inhaled it all at once.

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“Huh? Aren’t you wise man? What’s going on? In the middle of the night. Did you have a scary dream? Put me to sleep?”

The notion is broken. I raised my head at the sound of Chiron’s voice. Before I knew it, my feet were stopped in front of the guest room with the door open.

“I want you to help me.”

“Wow. What’s the matter? Is the wise man talking so openly?”

Cyron smiled and pointed behind him. There was the Sixth Man lying on her lap, giving his head to Rachel.

“Are you going to ask them to help too? Or just me?”

“If it’s possible, I’d like to help the Sixth Man as well.”

“What is it?”

Early childhood regression has different effects for each person, so some people lose their current memories altogether and only have memories of when they were young, while others become like children while remembering the present.

In addition, there are people who do not remember the events of childhood regression at all, and there are people who remember clearly.

I was typically the latter, and I remember doing quite a nuisance to both of them as well as the priests of the Hariti Order when I got infantile regression because of that.

That’s why I’m pretty sorry to say that.

“Ah~ What’s that~? Are we going to cut each other like that? Did you forget that I’m the one who’s seen everything the wise man can’t see?”

“Is that so?”

“Eh. No way.”

“I have to do it one more time.”

Cylon, who had been smiling brightly, hardened. I understand. You know how hard they struggled back then.

“Uh. That… Could it be infantile regression?”

“uh.”

“No why? All of a sudden?”

“I guess you didn’t hear.”

I told you what happened in the ordeal. Leventia and Evangeline.

After hearing that the two went to the ordeal and became mentally ill, Cyron thought it over and nodded.

“Well. If that’s the case. Instead, I have a condition. Can I take a look at Evangeline’s treatment? I want to see how broken she is.”

With a grin, Cyron spoke leisurely. It’s not particularly difficult.

“Whew… I like it. It’s your request, so I can’t refuse it. When are you going to do it?”

The Sixth Man also stood up without complaint. I’m glad.

anyway, when

do you have time

You should start right away.

He asked the Knights of the Principality to arrange a seat.

It was a large room in the basement of a castle I had seen in a game before.

There won’t be any big problems here.

“Nyangnyang. Then I’ll get some work from the adventurer’s guild Nyan!”

“Yes. Honey. Tomorrow…”

“Is that necessary? Why don’t we just go together?”

It was then.

Cecile walked in, holding Leventia’s hand.

Leventia, who had been hesitant while being caught by Cecil, smiled brightly as soon as she saw me and rushed over to hug me.

“Brother! Oppa~!!”

“…get down.”

Veronica, who had followed her, said in a patient tone and removed Leventia.

The Sixth Man, who was watching them, messed with his shiny hair before saying it with a shudder.

“It’s me, I’d appreciate it if you did that… but are you okay?”

“I’m fine with Hyeonu doing anything.”

Veronica said calmly but with strong will, and Cecile, who was crossing her arms, nodded as well.

“It’s as if I owed my life to the wise man. But what can I do? I’ll keep the secret no matter what…”

“No. I don’t mean that, but I’m talking for you guys.”

“Uh. That’s right. That. I think it would be better for you guys to go out.”

When Cyron was dissuaded, it seemed that he wanted to do more.

Veronica and Cecil had completely settled down.

“Hey. Sage. What do you do?”

“Um… it must be difficult. Why don’t you guys just go away?”

I tried again to dissuade them, but the two shook their heads.

“I’ve done a lot of babysitting at church. That, and what…”

blush. Veronica’s cheeks blushed for some reason.

“I’ve done a lot while running an orphanage.”

I shrugged my shoulders when Cyron and the Sixth Man looked at me asking if I was okay.

I want to do that, but what can I say?

“Then prepare. Hey. Sixth man. See you next time.”

Feeling bitter, he goes out with Rachel.

The only thing left in the room now is me and Leventia. Veronica, Cecil. And only Cyron.

I sat Leventia to absorb the pain. I held the doll tightly and put my hand on her head, whose eyes were twinkling.

“It begins.”

I cast Pain Absorption, and for a moment my eyes went dark.

***

As the sage fell, Veronica grinned.

It reminds me of a time when I took care of a patient with infantile regression at church.

The patient who clung to her like a child and longed for affection.

Other than that, several other patients with infantile regression did the same, and the most recently seen Leventia did the same.

Little children crave affection.

Then, what about Hyeonu who suffered from infantile regression?

‘after. Whoop whoop…’

A pink delusion settled in her head.

‘Certainly, Hyeonu to me…’

At least among those here, Veronica was proud that she was the one Hyeonu could put his mind at ease.

Then, of course, the target of that affection will also be yourself.

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Just as she was harboring such slight anticipation, she heard a voice pouring cold water over her.

“That… I think it would be better to leave now. Ah. I think you’re misunderstanding something. I don’t have that kind of feelings for the wise man. He’s just a friend I respect.”

“I’m just a friend too.”

Cecile, who had been laughing strangely, quickly replied with a calm expression. but it sounds silly.

Chiron snorted.

“You smelled like a female and said some nonsense. Anyway, you two seem to like wise men. So…”

“Isn’t that just enough to whine as a child? I’ve tried to soothe him a lot. And I don’t care what Hyeonu does. Whether it’s as a friend of Hyeonu or as a priest. That, in other relationships.”

Chiron hesitated as Veronica spoke benevolently, with a priestly expression, after a protest that was quite out of sync with the laughter she had just made.

“It’s not like that…”

“…uh…?”

Before Chiron finished speaking, Leventia’s voice was heard. She began to feel embarrassed when she saw the sage sitting down in front of her attire.

“Uh… uh uh uh?!”

Then, frightened, he steps back with his butt on his butt.

Seeing that, Veronica burst into exclamation.

Seeing that, it was clear that her infantile regression had been cured.

Leventia, who blankly looked up at Hyeonu, dyed her face pale.

It seems she noticed too.

“This, this. What is this… tongue, string… woo… yes… you healed me…?”

The moment I heard her voice.

Cyron closed his eyes.

Because you know what will happen in the future.

Leventia slowly brought her hand to the sage.

In a daze, Leventia and the sage face each other, and her hand is about to touch the sage.

“Ooh… ooh…”

“…uh?

“Uwaaa!!! caaa!!!

“What, what? Why are you like that?”

“Hyunwoo?!”

The sage, who had been standing still, suddenly screamed and sat down.

Cyron hurriedly tried to hug him, but Veronica was quicker.

“Ah! No…”

“Ton, Hyeonu?! Why, why? It’s okay. It’s me. Because I am…”

“aaa!!”

The face of the sage, who always looked relaxed and strong, was distorted.

It seems so painful.

It seems so sad.

In an instant, that face was so distorted that it was covered with tears, a face that even Veronica, let alone Cecil, had never seen before.

only one here.

It was a face that only Cyron had seen.

She sighed and glanced at Leventia.

Leventia’s complexion was getting pale.

“Wrong…sniff.”

“to…”

“Wrong, black. Write it wrong. Write it wrong. Write it wrong heh. Black. I won’t say it’s hard again. Ah. aaa! Hate! Hate! Mom. Ah. Dad! Heh!! Heh heh!! Yes, I apologized. Ahh. ..! Ah, it hurts. Please. Please stop. aaa. I was wrong. So, so. Fighting too. Please. Stop, go home, want to go home!!!! Send it back, send it back aaa!!!”

It would be more like a scream than a cry.

The wailing of a wise man, never seen before, was not the roar of a strong beast that resembled him, but only a desperate request for help from a child who was hurt by the world, afraid of fear, pain, and malice.

Those who watched it couldn’t help but freeze, not knowing what to do.