9 Lost Village 3 (2/2)

That's all he said, and he listened quietly.

I was grateful for that.

After all, I've had a very painful experience in the past.

I was a little relieved and briefly explained how it went until I came here.

Suddenly brought in, the candidature of the person with whom I spoke to the Virgin, the consequence of my incompetence, the fact that I was banished when I said that I could use healing magic, and finally, that I was about to be assassinated.

Hiding it halfway through is bound to be unnatural, so I won't lie or lie, but I'll explain it a little bit.

All I want to know is that I can use ”magic of healing” and I don't want the royal palace to know about it. Because there are two of them.

And prove my abilities.

”For example, Father, now I think you have pain in your right shoulder, left arm, and back. Your body is out of balance with your prosthetic legs covered. Excuse me.”

That said, I put my hand on Father Austin's body.

Of course, it can be cured without doing such a thing, but I deliberately tried to think that it would be more persuasive to have a ceremonial thing like this.

Instead of just feeling uncomfortable with your shoulders, arms, hips, etc., you can use your mind's hands to erase what looks like a black flame.

Tear, throw, tear, throw.

Yeah, I'm just gonna rip it off and throw it. Yes, Poipoi.

”Oh...?

Father Austin shouted in unexpected tones.

”Is that it? Father... you really have bad eyes, don't you? It will heal, so if you take a closer look, your stomach is a little rough.”

And when I looked closely, I could see the minor irregularities, so all the favors I could sell were cured from the edge I found with the momentum to sell.

To convince them of this ability, it would be good to show them an unquestionable effect. That's what I thought.

Finally, I left it to the momentum and looked towards my feet. Then, for the first time, the foot that wasn't supposed to be there looked blurry as a shadow.

This is...

I clasped my hands to Father Austin's once lost leg in silence.

Concentrate. I knew at some point that this shadow should materialize.

Eventually, the prosthetic leg that had been worn fell off, and after a while, Father Austin's leg, which was not supposed to have been there, was resurrected with dazzling light.

Resurrected! I got it!

I looked back at the priest with surprise and excitement.

The priest was surprised that it didn't just spill his eyes off and stared at his feet.

”Oh... oh, my God. Thank you, Anis. It's been a long time since I've felt younger, and... I haven't seen my feet again in decades. I can't believe this is happening...!

After saying so with a trembling voice, Father Austin stood up scared and slowly started walking through the room.

”Oh, my God, it's really not my leg. I can't believe this is happening.”

”Can you believe this?”

”I can't believe this. This isn't a miracle....”

”Maybe because of this ability, I'm being chased. But I don't want to hide this ability like this. Can you help me make the most of this ability?”

I asked for a straightforward answer.