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Before Emir demonstrated his gift as a disaster summoner, and Alessia's group carried out the mission to exterminate monsters...

"Miss Emilia, what about that horse?"

"I'll stay here for a few days, and I can't leave it alone. Is it allowed to stay here?"

Delia applied adorableness.

"Of course, I'll make a space for it in the stable and bring it here whenever you need it."

"Mn, thank you."

Victor won't show it on his face, but adorableness was super effective.

While Victor called someone to take the horse and do the respective paperwork, Delia went back to her tent and prayed.

When she was a Priestess, her labors were arduous and extensive. Even when she finished them, she had to repeat them again and again until nightfall. Literally, her tasks were never ending.

But as a Saint, now everything is different. She can have a life.

'- God, let me be able to help people one more day.'

After she finished her prayers, her gaze ceased to be adoring. She is aware that she will witness many situations, each of which will be accompanied by blood. She only must do her best not to let anyone down.

"Victor, I am ready"

With a determined look, she walked out of her tent.

"First of all... Did you have breakfast?" Victor asked cautiously.

'- Religious people have no regard for themselves. I must make sure, just in case!'

Victor is afraid that the Golden Archer will give him a low rating as a bodyguard, and Commander Cael will have to replace him. He must do all he can to keep his job and feed his family!

Delia: "..."

'- I'm not a child!!!'

Since Emir ordered Victor to be careful, Victor gives her MP potions to drink. And he makes sure she takes them. Therefore, even lovely Delia, for the first-time, senses that someone is annoying!

But she also knows he's doing it for her own good. So even though he is annoying, she can't hate him.

"Rumors are spreading fast… And, since the word has spreaded that a Priestess offers unparalleled healing, everyone wants to be treated by you, Miss Emilia." Victor said to change the subject.

"That's fine. As long as I can help them, I'll be happy" She smiled broadly.

'- Haa, spying on such an innocent girl... It's one of the things I hate about my job' Victor sighed mentally. 'I've been gathering information about this 'Emir', but this guy seems to have wiped his ass with double-sheet toilet paper… I don't even know if Emir is his real name!'

As he recalled his mission, he instinctively remembered Commander Cael's words. 'There's another Emir circulating around with the reconnaissance group's insignia, but he's skilled with a sword. On the other hand, our guy is skilled with a bow! I want to catch that swordsman Emir and take the information out of him by force! Both of them are being protected by a Saint. The point is that I can't have eyes everywhere. Keep an eye on that priestess and tell me everything she does. And don't let the Solus Temple lay a hand on her! If possible, she must be on our side.'

'-Haa... God, I am spying on one of your own for the greater good. Please, forgive me.'

"Mm? Is something wrong, Victor?" Sensing his gaze, Delia turned around and asked him.

"No... Nothing at all... In fact, I was dumbfounded when I saw the long line."

"Hehehe, you're right. I was also surprised!"

In front of the large tent used to perform Delia's healing and medical treatments is a long line. Male and female humans, semi-humans… and there is even an elf among them.

'- Mm? Wasn't it the elves who could call upon Mother Nature for help in healing their wounds?' Delia thought.

That's what makes elves so special. That can communicate with mother nature and receive many benefits, such as healing guides, warnings, etc.

Their biggest demerit is that the private part of male elves is very small compared to humans, while women are practically flat. Of course, there are a few exceptions. But they are as hard to find as phoenix feathers and Quilin horns.

'- Well, I must get to work.'

Without paying attention to the elf, Delia together with Victor entered the tent. Before opening it to the public, it is necessary to prepare things such as adding blankets to the stretchers, opening the containers with medicinal herbs and leaving them in specific places, restocking the bandages, etc.

Once everything was ready, Victor immediately opened the tent, letting the sunshine in to illuminate the interior.

"Before letting you in, I must identify your status and that you do not possess weapons. Touch this magical object" Victor ordered the patient.

[Mia] [Swordsman Lvl 7]

"Now raise your arms"

Although the woman clearly possessed a wound of magnitude, Victor showed no mercy. He felt her body for a concealed weapon, and only when he finished checking did he let her in.

"Next. Did you listen to what I said earlier?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well, then..."

"There are 4 stretchers inside the tent. So, he let 4 of them in, and the rest of the people will wait while Delia performs the healing.''

"Your thigh... What happened to you?"

Mia has a very deep cut on her right thigh, where it is possible to see parts of the bone. Someone must have helped her get here, otherwise, she couldn't have made it all the way here.

"The watchmen of the Drial Cenit kingdom... They spotted us... We all got hurt, and I was the worst one..." Due to the pain, it was very difficult for her to speak.

"You don't need to talk anymore. If it was a cut from the enemy, then the sword must have been well maintained. It looks serious, but nothing I can't handle!" Delia gave encouragement to Mia. Words that, along with her adorable attitude, were able to bring out a smile on Mia's face.

"... Medium Healing!" she ended the spell with such words.

Mia's thigh was surrounded by a warm light. It was possible to see with the naked eye how her flesh joined together like red threads. Just a few seconds later, the wound was completely closed.

Mia: "!!!!"

"Although you have fully recovered, you still need to rest."

"Yes, Priestess! Thank you very much!"

"Mn, you're welcome"

While she has a cloak over her body and the Perception Inhibitor at full capacity, for a moment Mia had an uncontrollable urge to hug her, but the next second she forgot why she wanted to do it.

The Perception Inhibitor is fierce. Anything to do with her appearance will be forgotten. And thanks to the cloak she wears, it is even more difficult to remember any part of her body. Even when her fox ears and tails are very striking, no one could remember them.

Of course, it would be very different if she didn't have that cloak on, since the magic item mostly acts on the face. It's a side effect that the rest of the body is partially forgotten.

"Who was mean enough to cut off your ear? Do you bring it with you? I can glue it on!" Delia clenched her fist to inspire confidence.

Although priests can't regenerate limbs, they can attach small body parts like an ear. However, parts like a leg or an arm are very complex. If a priest re-attach a leg to a person, it is estimated that at best the person will be able to walk again, but he or she will lose many functions in return. Something similar happens in the case of the arm.

Only the Saints are able to join them together without any side effects.

Every time Delia finished healing one patient, the next one was admitted. Very rarely did she have to cast [Great Healing] magic. And this was what surprised Victor more, since normally wounds like Mia's must be healed with such magic.

Now then, Great Healing is equivalent to an MP potion... Or so he thought.

'- But she can cast two Great Healings at the cost of one MP potion!' If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Victor couldn't believe it. Now he understands why Emilia is the protégé of a saint. 'She has a great future ahead of her!'

He thought that without knowing that Delia is able to cast 3 times the magic without needing a potion. She could activate it even 4 times if she is willing to endure the side effects of the sudden loss of mana.

'-Umm… although I feel bad for wasting so many MP potions, I must take one now. Otherwise, they'll start to get suspicious,' Delia thought.

Being a Saint has many benefits. And among them is lying. A Saint can lie if it is for a greater good, even if it is for a lesser good. But this is something unforgivable for priestesses. It is estimated that if a Priestess lies 10 times, her class will drop to Believer.

This is one of the major causes why the lower strata of the Solus Temple are not corrupt. The high strata have the privilege that their class is not identified. So, many of them have lost their class without anyone noticing it.

"An elf? That's very strange. What happened to you?" Victor asked.

"I was unlucky... A lot of teriar monsters... I couldn't…" The elf groaned in pain.

For a second, Victor felt a cold air run down his back.

"I see. Press your hand on this magic object."

"Yes."

[Erniirí] [Magical Archer Lvl 2]

Victor's eyes widened at the sight of his status, but quickly returned to normal.

"Raise your arms."

"Yes."

As soon as the elf raised his arms, Victor at great speed unsheathed his sword and attacked him.

Erniirí: ''..."

'- I see. But I'll just have to carry out the B plan, that's all.' Without even worrying about the sword heading toward his heart, he looked at Delia.

From his left sleeve came out a simple stick with a string on both ends, while from the right sleeve came a thin steel arrow.

At the same moment the sword damaged the surface of his skin, Erniirí shot a magic arrow towards Delia.