Chapter 104: Curse Plague (7)
The church was not far from the village hall.Follow current novels on novelb((in).(com)
Beyond the buildings on the hill, a dome rose in a circular shape.
It was said that patients in critical condition had gathered there.
We couldnt afford to delay even for a moment, so we hastened our steps.
However, an unexpected obstacle blocked our path.
Oh, Saint, Saint.
Please heal us too!
Saint Victor, tend to the sick.
The street that had been empty just a while ago was now filled with cursed plague patients.
Their condition was worse than those we saw at the hall.
It was commonplace to see limbs mutilated, and some individuals struggled to breathe because their faces had collapsed.
People who had been lying at home waiting for death suddenly came to life and rushed towards us, their eyes ablaze.
Infected individuals used their arms to crawl forward, and those too weak even for that rolled on the ground in an effort to approach us.
No, to be precise, they were approaching me, not us.
The news of those I had treated spread throughout the town, and desperate residents rushed out of their homes towards me.
They reached out, trying to grab at least the hem of my clothes.
Whats going on!
Hey, stop!
Step back!
Soldiers tried to block my path, but they couldnt overcome the strength of dozens of people.
The residents approached me relentlessly.
Oh, may the grace of Saint Victor be with us!
Grant us your blessing too!
For a moment, shine your light upon us!
People mistook me for a priest of the Holy Church.
Having cured the curse with a single touch, coupled with the fact that I was dressed like the monks of the Holy Church, it was not unreasonable for them to think so.
Please! The more urgent patients need attention now!
Even Ivanenkos sharp shout did not make the people retreat.
Residents who would usually bow to the authority of a knight disregarded everything when their lives were at stake.
Even when he drew his sword, their hesitation was only momentary. They squeezed into the gap and tried to get closer to me by any means.
The sight of hundreds of people with grotesquely deformed bodies screaming and rushing forward reminded me of a scene from a zombie movie I had seen before.
Ivanenko and the soldiers, who had become accustomed to the curse plague over the past few days, also couldnt help but curse and recoil at the sight.
Director, should I use magic?
Maya stood in front of me, her voice cold.
Although she didnt express any fear, disgust, or contempt for the townspeople, she had the determination to strike them down if necessary.
Theres no need to go that far.
Watching their desperate struggles, a pitiful feeling crept into my heart.
The orphanage where I grew up was operated by a foundation affiliated with a cult.
All the children in the orphanage were uncomfortable in some way or another.
There was only one thing we wished for.
A pastor who could make a paralytic stand and cure a person with cancer with just a touch.
Receiving his blessing once was our lifelong wish.
For that, we memorized the Bible and saved up funds through hard work.
I couldnt bring myself to dismiss people clinging to me, as I understood their desperate situation.
So Maya prevented them from being blown away by her psychic power.
I tried to comfort them with gentle words, promising to treat them after I took care of something important.
However, people, seemingly cornered at the edge of a cliff, did not easily back down.
They clenched their fists, lying on the ground, blocking the way.
They shouted that we could not pass until they were treated.
Thanks to them, we couldnt move forward even 10 steps in 10 minutes of pushing and pulling.
What if she turned into a ruthless person, devoid of blood and tears?
I would feel despair equivalent to the sense of accomplishment I had felt by changing the future.
I couldnt let that happen.
I grabbed her shoulders.
Stop, Maya. Im fine.
My face was unintentionally smiling widely.
My voice was calm.
I hoped she would calm down seeing my composure.
Maya looked at me and then slowly opened her mouth, grinding her teeth.
Seriously Whats fine about this
Even though I unintentionally smiled while blood was dripping, it was definitely not normal.
I covered her wounds with my robe, trying to comfort her again.
Its not her intention. I dont blame her.
Not blaming her was sincere.
Of course, I cursed internally when the fangs sank into my flesh, but I didnt feel the need to seek revenge against her.
People with disabilities unintentionally caused trouble due to inherent flaws.
Among friends in the orphanage, there were also kids like that.
Those whose bodies couldnt be controlled spilled plates during mealtime or screamed loudly with night terrors during bedtime, making life difficult for those around them.
But no one resented them.
Everyone understood.
The tolerance and consideration given to them were no different from what one should generally endure while living together.
We, too, lived in a situation where we received help and consideration from each other in our lacking areas.
Maya turned away from me, clenching her hands.
Her illusion blades disappeared, and the woman who had been floating in the air fell to the ground.
I approached the woman holding my bloody hand.
S-Saint Im s-sorry I I
I understand. You didnt intentionally attack me.
I bowed and held her hand.
Now there are people in the church in critical condition. Ill treat them first and take care of all of you. Oh, this hand is a bit dangerous, so I should deal with it now.
I absorbed the debulroots attached to the womans hand.
A hot energy flowed through my arm.
[Acquired De$#%$t 19.]
[The H$%#inning of As$%#ion to De&^#t.]
[In D%&@n 4^&le, there is a burden on the body and sys3#m.]
The toothed mouth on the womans arm lost its strength and fell off.
Krrr
The bastard made a disturbing laughter until the end, then stuck out its tongue and withered away.
There were traces that something had been attached to the womans arm.
She looked at her now intact arm and burst into tears.
Ah, th-thank thank you! I I
Oh, I understand. Youre welcome! I dont resent you.
I bowed my head and held her hand.
The womans arm, which had been attached to the fangs, showed only traces that something had been there.
She buried her face in the ground and cried.
Others, too, whether influenced by the miracles they witnessed or not, nodded one by one and made sobbing sounds.
Oh, the reincarnation of Saint Victor.
Please cure the plague demon
Thank you, thank you. Well wait, well wait.
A path split through the crowd, leading to the cathedral.
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