"Woo-goo......"

Lilia opened her eyes in a daze, staring blankly at the ceiling. There seemed to be a mist in the beautiful silver-gray pupils, and it took several minutes for the pupils to slowly focus.

As consciousness gradually returned to Lilia, she noticed something strange flickering around her. There are butterflies-like spots of pure white light that flicker and flutter in the air, emitting a bright and soft light.

Lilia curiously stretched out her slender white fingers, gently touched the spot of light flying in front of her like a little girl who was afraid of butterflies flying away, and then pushed it directly out.

The soft and slightly tough touch, which is more like a soap bubble than cotton, immediately attracted Lilia's interest.

Slightly messy short light purple hair hung down from her shoulders, and her petite body was tightly wrapped in soft white robes, some of which were long enough to cover half of her palms. She propped up her body with her left hand, leaned forward slightly with her upper body, and her right hand puffed in the air with a spot of pure white ball-like light, and her big eyes that gave the feeling of a young beast widened slightly, and there was an innocent light shining in them.

But now, a brighter, but less dazzling light, and a softer wind caught her attention.

Lilia lowered her right hand and turned her head away.

Then, she saw a scene that she would never forget in her life-

Roland stood in front of the open window and prayed softly, a bright pure white glow shining on his body. The wind poured past him, blowing his long silver-white hair and dancing wildly, and the hem of his heavy black robe fluttered like ripples.

And the knight that Roland had evoked from the light stood behind Roland's side, like an ornament of armor.

A gentle wind blew from Roland's side – carrying the warmth of the sun and the fragrance of nature.

Lilia also remembers exactly what the wind smelled like last night. Rotten and fishy, mixed with the smell of rotten wood, pickled cucumbers, and rotten meat.

Just smelling it makes you sick to your stomach. There can be no nostalgia. It was enough to describe the slippery otherworldly air as ominous, reminiscent of the intestinal wall and dense sarcomas.

But. Now that air has passed through Roland, it has become warmer than a soft, fluffy quilt that has been sunburned. It contains a natural fragrance that resembles a flower but is not boring. Just looking at the soft light and smelling the warm and fragrant aroma, a quiet beauty slowly flowed in Lilia's heart.

The corners of her mouth unconsciously hung a soft arc. It seems that the whole world has become better.

This kind of power that can change matter and mind without releasing divine magic can be said to be a miracle to exaggerate.

In fact, it is not bad to say that it is a miracle.

That's the power of the pastoral realm. It is the embodiment of the essence of the gods in mortals. If the realm and the elemental cornerstone of the priest coincide, then it can be said that it is a presence favored by the heavens.

The power of [Purity] reverberated around Roland, and the remnants of it were even wrapped in the air purified by him, lingering for a long time, drifting farther away with the wind.

Feeling the weakness and exhaustion of waking up quickly dissipated, and the divine power slowly and gently seeping into her body, Lilia will feel that the whole world has become a better place.

Brother Roland, you're getting stronger again......

Lilia couldn't help but sigh.

During the three days she followed Roland, she could see Roland praying to her mentor every morning. Meanwhile. Lilia could vaguely feel that every day Roland's strength was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It is not that Attributes or Divine Grace have increased, but that a more obscure, ineffable essence has been elevated.

To speak, it's like a monkey has learned to think. Just by looking at the monkeys silently thinking about something, you can see in their eyes that something is born.

As a soothsayer, Lilia's inspiration is undoubtedly credible. From her personal point of view, what is constantly growing in Roland should be his sacredness.

It's strange to say. Generally speaking. The sanctity of the elect and the pope should be innate, but Lilia felt that the sanctity of Roland had been slowly improving.

A man who is enough to become a pope. Even if he is placed in a dungeon, he can become dead. Godfather of the convicts. It's an aura-like charm that multiplies their own influence.

Lilia could clearly feel that Roland's words were becoming more and more convincing, and his every move began to attract the attention of those around him, as if his body was shining. Adorable.

“…… And so the glory goes to the guru. ”

Roland's prayer was quickly over, and he turned his head and smiled gently at Lilia.

"Are you awake, Lilia?"

"Ah...... Yes. Brother Roland. ”

Lilia, who felt embarrassed inexplicably, blushed in an instant. She lowered her head and coughed softly, only to return to normal.

Lilia looked a little worried: "Brother Roland...... Is it okay to leave the windows open? If the plague comes in...... I'm not talking about us, I'm talking about the old granny ......."

"Don't worry, Lilia."

Roland's eyes flashed with a bland and gentle light: "There is no plague here anymore. ”

"Huh?"

Lilia was stunned.

"I have dispelled all the plague here before the sun rises," Roland replied in a bland manner to Lilia's incredulous gaze, "from the air, from the buildings, from the nearby woods, and from the patients. It's all dispelled. ”

"How...... No, why before the sun rises? ”

Halfway through her speech, Lilia suddenly realized what the real problem was.

Although he is a "sleeping" mentor, there is no description of "night" in the power of the mentor. There is no difference in effect between releasing Divine Spells at night and releasing Divine Spells during the day.

From a missionary point of view, unleashing magic in the middle of the night is far less effective than during the day. If no one sees it, such a miracle becomes unbelievable. Nor can it be very good to develop believers.

Although Lilia was not yet an official priest and did not know what the Mentor's magic would be, she at least knew that it would not be an easy task to unleash a divine spell of this scale. And it can be seen from Roland's behavior that he definitely does not need believers, he also needs to preach.

Why, then, did Roland choose to exorcise the plague at night when he knew about it?

"Lilia, you know, people are fragile."

Roland seemed to know what Lilia was trying to say, and said softly, "Yes, if I let them know that it was I who dispelled their plague, I would be grateful to the Mentor, so it is not impossible to convert to the Mentor. ”

There seemed to be a twinkle in his eyes. That kind of look gives people the illusion of penetration.

"But the plague is not just in Ram. And all I have cleared is the plague of Ram at this time...... In other words, sooner or later, such a plague will be transmitted again. ”

"What if they are grateful to their mentor? The life-saving grace will indeed be remembered for a lifetime, but only if they are not infected with the plague again. I can guarantee that if they are infected with the plague again, they will start to hate the Mentor after their pleas for help have failed. Because they finally have an outlet for their helplessness in the fight against natural disasters. ”

The corners of Roland's mouth rose slightly, as if it was contempt and repeated pity: "Compared to the plague that has nowhere to be blamed, we who cannot completely cure them have made a big mistake. They seem to think that it's the doctor's responsibility to treat them if they don't heal them when it's time to live...... Even though doctors are only free clinics and do not get any benefit from them, it is the same if they are just interested in helping others. Because they have targets that they can hate...... Their fragile lives have a reason to live. They have a common enemy to curse together, and the dead town will be a little angry. ”

That's the look in the eyes of someone who has seen this kind of person.

Overwhelmed by the heaviness and malice in her words, Lilia was completely speechless.

She hesitated for a long time before slowly asking, "Then...... Why save them? ”

In the face of Lilia's question, Roland was silent.

It seemed to be thinking for a moment before he spoke, and replied slowly.

"They...... After all, it is also a life. ”

As if to say it to himself, Roland emphasized softly: "There is a real existence...... Life of flesh and blood. (To be continued.) )