The saint’s healing is too effective.
The next morning, I wake up refreshed and amazed at the magical healing effect of the massage. My skin may even be more radiant than it was the previous morning.
“…Even if a Saint no longer has the job of purifying maga, she can definitely survive.”
The light attribute is amazing. It’s something that women all over the world envy.
Right now, purifying evil is a priority and that is what her job is centered around, but even if in the future it becomes possible for someone other than a Saint to purify maga, it seems that there will still be a large demand for light-element magic.
Alice is a scary child.
“good morning”
“Good morning, Amelia. Your glasses and letter have arrived.”
“Eh? Really? Thank you.”
When I went down to the living room, my father, who had already woken up, handed me a letter and a box.
I’d sent letters to Alfie and Theo before going to bed last night, but I’d sent them late, so I wasn’t expecting the glasses to arrive first thing in the morning.
Perhaps he had heard about the maga in the town and was worried that there might be something she needed. I was a little disappointed that the only letter I received was from Alfie, but if there was so much turmoil in the Royal Capital that the Saint couldn’t be dispatched, Theo might be away somewhere. If that was the case, it was only natural that there would be no reply, as he wouldn’t be able to read the letters.
If anything, I was glad Alfie had responded so quickly.
I quickly read the contents, went back to my room and put it in my letterbox. It seems that they were planning to deliver the glasses only after they were all completed, so some of the lenses were ready and some were not. So they only fitted the ready ones into the frames and sent them to me.
After putting the items that he had kindly sent me into my bag so I wouldn’t forget them, I returned to the living room once again.
“Did Alice heal you too, Dad?”
“I can’t refuse when I’m asked with teary eyes…”
When I returned to the living room, I casually glanced at my father’s face and took a second look. He looked a few years younger. His skin was the kind of thing that would make any woman in the world jealous.
After explaining the reason, my father sighed and brought out bread for breakfast.
I understand this well because Alice cried for me too, but it seems we’re just weak to the tears of an innocent child.
Alice was the kind of girl who would hold back her tears when she was blamed, but would burst into tears of relief when I returned home safely. I hadn’t had a good impression of the Saints after the graduation ceremony, but thanks to Alice, my opinion of her has risen dramatically.
Well, in the end, we shouldn’t generalize them as saints. It’s not a term that refers to an individual.
“Good morning”
“Good morning, everyone.”
If you mention her she will appear.
Alice came into the living room with Sylphia. Alice always appears in the living room after being perfectly dressed by Sylphia. Although she is young, she is a more perfect lady than I am. This may be because she is more of an aristocrat than a saint around here.
“Amelia, are you okay?”
“Yes. Thanks to Alice, I was able to sleep soundly. Thank you.”
“N-no, that’s fine. This is the only thing I can do. I made a lot of holy water for today, so please take as much as you like.”
Blushing a little, Alice puffed out her chest.
…What should I do? It’s too cute.
Sylphia looked at me with a satisfied look on her face and said, “It’s cute, isn’t it?”, and this time I had no choice but to completely agree.
I had a lot of thoughts about Alice because of what happened with Alfie, but she is truly a very nice girl.
“Grandpa said yesterday that Alice made a lot of holy water, so let’s distribute it around town today. We should be able to give some to the injured people at the evacuation centers.”
“You might also want to bring some mushroom remover.”
We are so short-staffed that yesterday I asked the priest to assist with a medical examination, but it was for a patient infected with mushroom disease.
When I think back to the symptoms Alfie experienced when he was infected with mushroom disease, I have a bad feeling about this.
“That’s right. I asked them to sort out the belongings of the deceased yesterday, so today we’ll be cremating the bodies.”
“Okay. Got it.”
I nodded at my father’s words.
A high temperature flame is needed to cremate a corpse. Usually, they are buried, but if they were killed by a monster, it is common to cremate them with magic or a special magical tool to prevent them from becoming undead. Every village has at least one special magical tool for shared use, but considering the current state of destruction in the town, it will probably be quicker for me or my father to cremate them.
“We’ve asked the townspeople to help with the burning, so our job is to keep an eye out for monsters during that time.”
“Eh? We don’t have to burn them?”
My father and I are the only magicians in this village, so I assumed we would do it.
“Yes. There were some evacuees who said they could use that level of magic, so it’ll be fine. Amelia got out ahead of everyone else so you didn’t hear any words of thanks, but everyone thanked us before we left the temple. They also said they would do whatever they could on their own, so please let them know. They will probably help with the examination of those with minor injuries today. They said they were sorry for leaving so much to the young Amelia.”
So that’s how it is.
I was so desperate yesterday that I didn’t have time to talk to those with only minor injuries, and I was feeling tense myself so it was probably difficult for me to even speak to them.
“The help from the village just isn’t enough. The size of the population is different. It’s best to do what you can by yourself. When you lose loved ones and things in a disaster, it’s inevitable that you’ll become emotionally exhausted and unable to move on, but when they saw someone younger than them desperately trying to help, they seemed to have something to think about. This change is all thanks to Amelia.”
“Amelia is definitely a saint.”
“No, that’s not true, and the saint is Alice, right?”
“My saint is Amelia.”
It wasn’t a joke or teasing, but Alice was serious, and it made my head hurt more than I felt embarrassed. The saint was Alice, not me.
Although I felt extremely sorry when I saw people I couldn’t help, I think it would have been good if I could have been a catalyst for inspiring someone to take action.
“Today, we’ll start by examining patients at the evacuation centers. After that, we’ll expand our search to include where the maga occurred and whether anyone has been left behind in their homes.”
While eating breakfast, I check with my father about today’s plans.
After finishing breakfast, I quickly replenish my supply of mushroom spores. It seems that my father used a magic circle to reimport mushroom spores and ordered a lot of them from the royal capital.
“The villagers have been going into the mountains to gather some mushroom spores, so they should be gathered at Grandpa’s house too. Let’s get some from there before we go.”
“…If there are this many, the whole town will be full of mushrooms.”
Of course, just because they’re planted doesn’t mean they’ll all grow, but it’s like they’re trying to infect all the monsters with mushrooms.
“We won’t be using all of them in the town. If there is anyone who can go outside through the south gate, we should entrust them to them. If anyone in the towns and villages outside has been turned into a monster, it would be better to have them hold onto them.”
There is no saint in the Town. Even if they know that it can be suppressed with mushrooms, it may not be possible to obtain spores immediately. Also, if there has been a severe attack from monsters at the south gate, there should be someone who has left the town with injuries sustained by monsters.
There is no guarantee that the person won’t become a monster.
“If people start turning into monsters and attacking other towns, it seems like the townspeople won’t be accepted by other towns.”
“In fact, it wouldn’t be strange if that had already happened. There have been cases where a village was destroyed because of a single undead creature.”
My father’s words horrify me.
Just because you leave the town doesn’t mean you’re safe.
“This village is home to Grandpa, myself and Amelia, and we’re also close to the mountain where the maga is, so all the villagers are used to monsters. That’s why we can accept them, but not everyone is like that. But it’s impossible to protect everyone in this village. So we need to think about how to evacuate to other villages or towns, in anticipation of the maga not being purified anytime soon.”
I nodded at my father’s words.
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