In the palace of the Marquis of Sayya, Helga and Kakarit sat facing each other. Helga waved away the maid who was standing beside her, stood up, and poured a cup of black tea for Kakarit with his own hands.

Her eyes were red, her face was as white as paper, and there was not a trace of blood in sight. Perhaps because she hadn't slept all night, her long pink hair had lost its luster. Even makeup couldn't make up for her haggardness.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Priest......"

Helga's voice was hoarse, but his tone was clear: "If it weren't for you, I would have been dead by now......"

"I'm sorry, Miss Saya."

Kakarit sighed.

Helga's hand shook when he heard this. The black tea in the cup appeared in circles of ripples.

She lowered her head and hid her expression in the shadows.

"If only I could have come earlier...... If I could be a little stronger......"

"No, it's not your problem, Mr. Priest."

Helga interrupted Kakarit's words with a loud voice.

She looked up, a faint glint in her eyes again, but this time the tears did not fall.

Her voice was still hoarse, but there was no crying anymore, and she said steadily and slowly: "You saved me, that's a fact...... If I still don't like this, even Gaia's mother will blame me. ”

Kakarit took a deep look at this fragile and slender girl with a considerable degree of sanity, and couldn't help but feel a certain emotion in her heart.

Pity? Sympathize? No...... That kind of relationship is closer to the kind of relationship between father and daughter. Kakarit looked at Herlan's expression at this moment, and a certain string in his heart touched slightly.

"Miss Saya, please don't move."

He said in a clear, calm voice, holding out his right hand towards Herlan.

Herlan originally subconsciously wanted to turn her head away, but when she heard Kakarit's words, she forcibly stopped her impolite movements. Just like that, he kept a slightly stiff movement. Leaning her upper body slightly towards Kakarit, her long, fluffy pink curls falling vertically down her shoulders.

With an extremely gentle movement, Kakarit pressed the index and middle fingers of his right hand against Helga's forehead. Gently, slowly, he drew a cross on Helga's forehead, and a soft light rippled out, emanating from Helga's forehead and gradually enveloping her.

The light lasted for about five or six seconds before it subsided. Helga's expression relaxed, her countenance flushed with blood again, and her hair returned to its shine.

"Mom's ......"

Helga muttered unconsciously.

That's right—a warm and serene feeling like being in her mother's arms will never be forgotten in her heart.

It's like being in your mother's arms...... It's like when I was a kid......

It seems that you can fall asleep in the next moment, and it seems that you have fallen asleep. The sleepy afternoon sun of spring shines on the body, bringing a warm fragrance.

…… Like, I haven't taken a nap in a long time, right?

A vague thought crossed Helga's mind. She woke up suddenly.

Helga didn't even know if she was asleep or not, but when she saw Kakarit smiling at her, she realized what had happened. Realizing that he was muttering "Mom" in front of a stranger, Helga's face flushed for a moment. Red from the forehead to the back of the ears.

"Sorry, sorry! It's rude...... Ay? ”

It wasn't until Helga had calmed down from her sudden panic that she felt much better.

It's like a real night's sleep, and your body rests and recovers. Helga's spirit was much calmer, his mood became calmer, and his body was no longer weak.

It was an experience that Helga had never had before. It was not that she had not been treated by the priest, but the priest's treatment had made a bad impression on her, both in and outside of Carlar.

To put it simply, the pastor's treatment is either too painful. Either the anesthesia is too strong and the skin is dull. Rather, it was the druid's treatment. Has a similar poison. The experience of the product is unexpectedly comfortable.

And the treatment that Kakarit gave her, compared to the rough priest, gave her a good impression of a druid.

Not to heal her injuries and restore her vitality, but to restore her body to its whole body - that was more of a warm impression of a caregiver than a cold doctor.

"You must have experienced it."

Kakarit spoke. With a serious face: "The magic of the gods I serve is not those rough treatments. ”

"Do you want to open a church here? Or do you want to preach here? ”

The brilliant Helga immediately realized what Kakarit was trying to say.

True. This kind of magic can change the stereotype of the Caral people about divine magic, and make them no longer resist the priest outright. As a port city, Rizello's impact will bring great changes to Carral, both internally and externally.

Whether these changes are good or bad. But for Kakarit, it is clear that nothing good will come of it.

Helga furrowed her eyebrows.

It wasn't that Helga was selfishly worried about his prestige and status. Rather, she was convinced that whether or not Kakarit's mission yielded substantial results, Kakarit's life would be in danger.

Perhaps this would give the impression of being petty or ungrateful, but in any case, Helga was going to stop him.

So Helga made up his mind, and said crisply: "You can't do that, Mr. Priest. ”

"Even if you do reverse the people's stereotype of magic. The Three Sages would not allow their people to have some kind of sympathetic feelings towards the priest. If you do achieve a miracle, you may end up killing them. ”

Helga's face was unusually serious: "I'm not alarmist. In exceptional cases, a plurality of blighters can directly 'purify' a city. Although nothing like this has happened in Caral in recent years, it is not without precedent. ”

"Perhaps, Mr. Father, you come from a place where you talk about evidence...... But the Blighters won't tell you anything about it. They have always despised evidence that can be forged and destroyed, trusting their instincts more than that kind of thing. If something happens, they'll burn all the believers you've developed to death......"

"Alright, alright, alright...... I see, I see," Kakarit interrupted Helga, whose voice was getting more and more hurried, with a helpless expression, "then, I won't be preaching here...... But it's okay for me to treat the injured on my own behalf, right? ”

"You see, if you suspect that you are having an affair with a priest, Richero will not tolerate these people."

Helga is in color.

Kakarit nodded knowingly: "In other words, I'll just take them away." ”

"That's nature," Helga nodded, "Richero is in the midst of rebuilding and is understaffed to hunt down some of the displaced people. ”

"Thank you very much, Miss Saya. I, Kakarit, pay tribute to your generosity and kindness. May the Guru protect you until you sleep peacefully. ”

Kakarit stood up, drew a cross on his chest with his right hand, then pressed it to his heart, and bowed slightly to salute: "Miss Saya, you have a pure heart......"

Suddenly, Kakarit seemed to hear some instructions, and showed unusual concentration.

Holding a distracted posture for about a few seconds, Kakarit straightened up with some embarrassment, and then whispered to Helga, "Sorry......"

"You still need to stay here for a while?"

Helga guessed what Kakarit meant from the look on his face. The fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl smiled instead: "It's just right, I haven't invited you to dinner yet." Please also be sure to look at your face. ”

"Thank you, Miss Saya."

Kakarit nodded gratefully: "I'll pick up two people here and leave, I won't cause you trouble." Before I do it again, I'll leave the wounded in Richeiro to be treated. (To be continued.) )