81 Episode 79 (1/2)

”Oh ... Sora-san, it's been a long time.”

The face of Priest Sarah, who had met again for the first time in about a month, looked terribly pale, with a combination of deep fatigue and deep anxiety.

My daughter smiles at me, but it looks painful. I was guessing from the children's appearance, but it seems to be quite bad.

Priest Sarah explained with a sad face.

”Pharmaceuticals and magic both work at first, but the symptoms recur immediately. Not only that, but the symptoms that recurred are less effective for the medicines and magic that worked before, and finally at all. It will not work. ''

It seems that the disease is growing and evolving in the patient's body.

When I visited this village before, I put not only the antidote made by the union, but also the fruit of Jiraio ox. According to Priest Sarah, the current Ilia has no effect even on Jiraiaoks.

This is definitely a Hydra poison. I thought so and tried to tell the priest what happened in the last few days-hesitated.

It is courageous to tell that the poison affecting her is incurable.

It's like a doctor telling a patient's family that the disease is incurable. The problem here is that I don't have any specialized knowledge or qualifications like a doctor, and the ”incurable” part of the essence is just a guess.

Once you say it, you're a yab doctor.

Who would believe such a place, such as ”this poison could be incurable”? It's a good idea to be yelled at not to say good things.

If I were a Priest Sarah, I wouldn't just shout at me, but hit me at all.

So, while keeping things quiet, I thought about giving me an antidote (modified) made up of Miroslav's dedication.

But this also has a problem.

According to Miroslav, my blood is the same as herbal medicine. It would be a problem to administer the mixed drug to Iria without any explanation. In the worst case, it can cause fatal damage to the weakened Ilya's body.

However, if you elaborate on that area, you must mention the incurable nature of poison. I need to reveal some of my own secrets.

Both would be a catchy for Priest Sarah.

Dirty I couldn't be foolish in this crisis-imagine yourself being looked down on by the priest in disdain, even in your imagination.

”...? Sora-san, what happened?”

”Wow! Why did you think so ...?”

”It looked so terrible ... so I hadn't heard about the purpose of this visit yet. If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to contact me.”

After saying that, the priest put his hand on his cheek to be ashamed, as if he had come to his present condition.

Variation ”Oh ... you may think it's useless now, but it was still the same priest warrior as Ilia. He's stronger than he looks!”

That said, Priest Sarah makes a lot of bicep.

――I almost intimidated my knees on the spot.

Confession When my daughter is in trouble, I want to be a cute priest who is heartfelt for me.

Nowadays, I'm a poorer man than a goblin, because I don't want to be yelled at me and don't want to see it with contempt.

What I need to do now is cure Iria. What do you need to hesitate when you know it?

Certainly, my guess at Hydra and others is unfounded, but I don't speak falsely. To that extent, there is no reason the priest in front of me can not understand!

”Actually-”

Details I never let my mind go to this day with Priest Sarah.

Priest Sarah, on the other hand, listened with a serious expression all the time.

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After that, I was invited to the room and faced Ilia one-on-one.

Ilia, who heard me via her mother, wanted to talk directly. Priest Sarah was also away.

Iria is upright on her bed.

His gaze was pointed out of the window, not at me. All I can see is the left half of Ilia's face. With that attitude, Ilia gave her a crusty first voice.

”And what are you doing?”

”I just don't know what to say.”

I shrug my shoulder and respond to Ilia.

As a matter of fact, he was stroking his heart in his heart.

Until I entered the room, the patient I saw in that village and Ilia's face overlapped in my head. However, if I try to get close, Ilia knows both her attitude and voice. Her first voice was a great relief, as she successfully swept away the illusion that stuck to my mind.

Ilia, who doesn't even know my inner heart, continued to grumble.

”I'm so white. I'm asking why I'm helping me in a grudge. Where I'm dead, you're glad you're joy and won't be sad.”

”It's a terrible reputation.

”Hm. So?”

”It's true that you think, but if you die, your children and the priest will mourn. I don't want to see them mourn.”

”……Hmm”

With her gaze fixed outside the window, Ilia laughs at her nose as if to ridicule this argument.

The next time Ilia opened her mouth, the topic shifted.