If left as it is, Jurgen would really block the sanctuary.

I put my hands together and slowly knelt down in front of the prayer board.

“I have to ask the Lord!”

To be precise, I was thinking of saying thank you. I closed my eyes.

‘Are you listening, Lord? I was surprised that the ancient sacred language was Hangeul.'

Recently, when I prayed, there was no response, so I thought I was not being heard at all.

In the first place, it seemed that she was watching because the ancient sacred language was Hangeul.

With a lot of motivation, I put strength into my gathered hands.

I could feel my heart pounding inside my chest.

'Thank you for helping me.'

It's God's will that I have memories of my previous life.

Thanks to that, I was able to read Korean on the prayer board.

I felt a warm feeling near my heart.

This time it seemed that he had heard my prayers.

When the divine power is awakened, it will be useful in the future.

I don't know how strong it will be, but if I do well, I might awaken enough to make Omega Fever disappear from this world.

After praying, I got up from my seat.

“Sir Jurgen, I want to take a closer look at the sanctuary.”

Because they said there was a testing ground on the prayer board.

Since I've come this far, I wanted to take a closer look.

In the sanctuary, there were various books and stone tablets written in ancient sacred languages ​​besides prayer tablets.

However, since this place was discovered on the land of the Empire, it couldn't be taken out without permission, so the data had to be looked at inside.

So, there was a separate space for scholars.

Following Jurgen's guidance, we arrived at a place where many scholars were gathered.

It was a large room, but judging from the structure, it seemed to have been used for something like a worship room in the past.

Now, for the scholars, a huge table was set up, on which were stacked all sorts of books and slabs.

'Can I put this much on it?'

The prayer room looked sturdy, but the other places weren't.

From the entrance of the sanctuary, the lobby collapsed, and the walls and pillars were cracked thanks to being buried in the soil.

The chapel floor here also looked flimsy.

The stacked stone slabs seem to be particularly heavy, so it might be okay to gather them all in one place.

I glanced at the stone slabs. They were all written in an ancient sacred language, so I could read them.

Jurgen looked around the chapel once.

Then he muttered.

“There is only one door. Perfect for containment.”

He still hasn't given up, I think he's kind of weird!

I ignored Jurgen and headed to the table where the scholars were gathered.

Scholars who focus on ancient sacred words did not pay the slightest attention to newcomers.

I opened my mouth first.

"hello."

Scholars who had been focusing on books only then discovered Jurgen and me.

“Oh, oh, you are a priest. hello."

They greeted each other softly and focused on their books again.

It was that deciphering the old, questionable language was far more important to them than the priest.

'Let's see.'

I snooped through the books and notes they were going through.

'Isn't translation progressing faster than I thought?'

The ancient sacred language was an underdeveloped study because there were no proper samples.

Even if complete sentences and writings were found, I thought the investigation would take a long time, but the elites who were said to have gathered from each country were translating one by one.

'Oh, that's wrong.'

There was a misinterpretation part in the middle.

If you correct it, it will be interpreted a little faster.

'Can I help you a little?'

It would be strange if I read the prayer tablets written in the ancient sacred language, but reading the interpretations translated by scholars would seem fine.

If the translation is perfected with a little help, you will be able to read the prayer board in front of others.

I wanted to interfere with them.

All of a sudden, some scholars flocked to the prayer board I was seeing, which was being mistranslated. The wall made of people was so hard that it was not easy to interfere, so I stepped up and snooped.

Juergen opened his mouth, perhaps observing my efforts.

“This is Priest Sonia, who has the divine power of healing properties. She has come as His Holiness’s representative.”

As soon as Jurgen's explanation was over, the scholars' eyes caught on me.

I was a little nervous because the glittering eyes of the scholars were burdensome. Perhaps they were sorting out their questions in their heads, but after being silent for a while, they began to cling to each other one by one.

“You are a healing priest! What do you think of this sentence?”

“How do you feel when you use the healing attribute divine power? Is it the same as what I interpreted?”

Scholars who were inflamed with a passion for learning began to ask questions.

I was briefly surprised by the scholars who approached me with a burden, but I thought it was a good opportunity.

Satisfying their curiosity will naturally point out misinterpretations.

“When I use power, I feel the same as when the Lord answers my prayers.”

Scholars began to write down my story. I said while reading the translation.

“Reading this part gives me a sense of how to use the power of healing. Ummm, can I take a look at the translation?”

“Of course. I would like to hear the opinion of the healing priest.”

I read the material they translated carefully.

Then, with her finger, she quietly pointed to the misinterpreted part.

“This seems to be a prayer. Rather than reciting prayers, I felt much more powerful when I joined my hands and called on the main spirit.”

“Indeed, when you translate it like that, the front and back lines match.”

“I think this word is green mixed with yellow, not the sky. Healing properties, holy power, are not of one color.”

Perhaps because they are scholars seeking knowledge, they listened to my opinions and applied their interpretations well.

"thank you. Priest Sonia. I had a hard time interpreting this part. Thanks to that, the latter part will be easier.”

“It was an honor to hear the opinion of the precious Healing Attribute Priest. Thanks to Priest Sonia, the secret of the ancient sacred language will be easily solved!”

“I will translate the prayer board perfectly as soon as possible.”

As the blockage was cleared, the scholars seemed to be motivated as well.

There are a few flaws left, but I'm satisfied with this.

I've corrected a few important words, so great scholars will interpret it perfectly.

'Should I cheer a little more?'

There was something to be concerned about.

It was not a big wound, but there were scholars who suffered minor wounds.

The backs of their hands and palms were scratched by sharp stone slabs.

He must have been injured from touching the raw stone slab.

“Thank you for all your hard work for our country. I want to give you a little help.”

I put my hands together tightly. And I used the divine power of the healing attribute.

However, I felt stronger than usual.

'Is it strange?'

Relieving the fatigue of the people here and healing minor wounds consumes quite a bit of divine power.

But I didn't feel any fatigue, and I felt strange.

It sounded exactly like a sound. It seems like something is calling me from far away...….

‘…….’

The sound was so low that I couldn't hear it well, but after hearing it several times, I could understand the meaning.

'To use more healing power?'

In response to something calling me, I used more power than usual.

The overflowing divine power enveloped my body and fluttered.

“Priest Sonia!”

I woke up to Jurgen's loud voice.

“…… ah."

what the hell was i doing

'I can't use more power than this.'

If I continued to use my strength, my holy power would be exhausted and I might lose consciousness. When I let go of my hands, the divine power that I had automatically gathered was also scattered.

I smiled at the scholars who looked at me with bewildered expressions, saying there was nothing to worry about.

“It’s a small force, but I hope it helps.”

Scholars looked at their smoothened hands.

That kind of scar would have completely disappeared!

The scholars, who confirmed it again by touching their hands several times, spoke in joyful voices.

“It healed without leaving even a small scar! What a force!”

“My headache is completely gone.”

“This is the power of healing. Awesome!”

It felt good to see people who were happy even though it was a small power that did not help much.

Jurgen, who was looking at me with a smile, opened his mouth.

“Priest Sonia is still the same.”

still?

She was escorted by Cassius, though she ran into him a few times.

However, saying that it is still the same is not something that can be said because I have seen it a few times recently.

“Sir Jurgen, when did we meet?”

"Yes."

Spherical?

“I saw you last time I went to the investigation site, right?”

"no."

“……In His Holiness's office?”

“Long before that.”

“When are you talking about?”

"I……”

Jurgen opened his mouth. But his voice could not be heard.

Blasphemy! bang!

Because the loud roar drowned out his voice.

Jurgen, standing in front of me, stretched out his hand in amazement.

“Priest Sonia!”

I reached out to grab his hand, but couldn't reach it. Because I was much lower than Jurgen.

'weird. Why am I lying down?'

My body floated lightly and then quickly fell into pitch-black darkness.

I fell down the huge hole that had formed under my feet.

Jurgen called me out loud, but I was too far away to hold his hand.