Morale, in its nature and existence, is somewhat similar to faith.

Like any other word, faith was a polysemous word in the millennial empire of the Lamanites. What we are using here is not to refer specifically to belief in one God, but to refer to its meaning similar to that of "spiritual sustenance."

And on this level, it has many similarities and relevance to morale.

And it is undeniable that both have played an important role in all aspects of human society.

Lamani society is a society that admires the art of debate and is good at mockery and aggression, and to some extent lacks tolerance.

Therefore, in terms of morale, it is inevitable that there will be people who speak the opposite.

Skeptics reasoned from their "common sense" that a situation such as "once morale collapses, a brave warrior can chase after a dozen people with their heads in their hands" is absolutely impossible.

Because, if you think about it with "common sense", no matter how you say it, the side that has the advantage in numbers will not be able to lose, right?

These arguments, and others like them, led the Lamanphils to lament that humanity was a "wise and stupid" race—an intellectually innovative and enterprising race that is unimaginable to the other four races, but too good at being stupid enough to describe a group in stereotypes.

There is no such thing as "common sense" in Elven languages, which may be related to their relatively long lifespan. After living for a long time, the world changes, and many things that were once thought to be unchanging will eventually change, and it is ironically that it is humans themselves who prove this to the elves.

Almost every two or three hundred years, human society undergoes earth-shaking changes.

Common sense refers to what is conventional, something that is well known to the general public. This is a stereotype, and the only benefit is that it can spread quickly among the vast human society. It has its own merits, admittedly, but when a character tries to generalize the situation in the professional field with common sense, he or she is humiliating himself.

Morale is very, very, very important.

Mira looked at the noble knights and mercenaries, and even the merchants were busy.

Hard work, in order to survive, up and down, hard work.

It doesn't sound like much of a change from the previous days, just another day of bad luck. But unlike the previous days, the busy people, their faces were radiant, their eyes were like a raging fire, and their bare skin was bruised. I didn't get lazy because of fatigue, but put every ounce of effort into it wholeheartedly.

"That's what it is...... The effect of magic?" the somewhat sluggish white-haired girl looked back at her teacher, her head was wrapped in clean gauze, but the broken skin was no longer bleeding, and the gauze was only used to prevent infection—this was where the word "also" came from the girl's words.

Although she couldn't explain why, she seemed to have formed some kind of pact with the sleeping little unicorn next to her in a daze, and the first benefit of this pact was that the injured members of the team, including herself, had been healed to some extent by some kind of holy magic.

However, despite its best efforts, its magic was exhausted, and it fell into a deep slumber, and the two knights, who had been so badly wounded, only stabilized and did not recover instantly.

The reason why the Earth Dragon had chosen to come here was answered when the young unicorn cast this kind of magic - unsurprisingly, much the same as Henry's previous guess.

It may have been friendly with the demons here, or at least it knew that they had this kind of ability, so when it was infected by the ghoul's toxin, it subconsciously approached the place where the creature that could heal itself was.

It's just that the human - the dragon is not as good as the sky, but in the end it is because he has been swallowed by the toxin and poses a threat, only this young unicorn hides in the city of Katigali and barely hides himself with some kind of passive magic wave.

- Let's get back to where we started.

The sage did not answer Mira's question directly.

He watched the latter in silence until Mira's two beautiful little eyebrows wrinkled together in displeasure and gave him a slap.

"It's okay, it's really okay. Miss Loan emphasized that what Henry was worried about was not the physical damage to Mira, but the fact that she had suddenly gone out like a demon last night and made a pact with the little unicorn.

This series of events makes her current status in the team somewhat special, because in Lamanite society, those who can come into contact with this kind of sacred beast that represents purity are usually kind-hearted beings who will be called "saints" in the future. But the sage is a sage in the end, and he is not concerned about this aspect of things, because he already knows what this girl's heart is.

Henry's concern was that Mira had a magical connection to the unicorn - a matter of size or small, and the magical connection itself was not uncommon, with psychics and the like appearing all over the world. It is important to achieve the preconditions required for it -

Ignite the mana pool.

This was something that even he had not expected, and the disciple he had been with day and night suddenly possessed the magic power to cast spells, even the lowest passive spells.

'Spreading faster?' "Teacher!" Mira called out to him, then said earnestly again, "I'm fine." ”

She said, and Henry nodded: "The mana pool is near the heart, and some people will have chest tightness and even shock due to the change of magic in their body after igniting it - in short, you are fine." He reached out and gently touched Mira's head, and Miss Roan continued, "Is it okay to answer now?" ”

The sage shrugged his shoulders and paused for a moment before he said, "In the ancient Lamanite language, there is a word pronounced 'Pelatsberg'. ”

As is often the case, Henry's mouth was a little confusing, but Mira, who had long been accustomed to his way of speaking, just listened quietly.

He continued: "The word can be used in a variety of contexts, including to describe certain aspects of morale and faith. But if its original meaning were to be conveyed in the most correct modern language, it would be to say, "The sage raised a finger and said word by word."

"Placebo. ”

"Before the rise of magic and sacred arts, alchemy and the occult, when medicine was still in its infancy, even on the East Coast, the cradle of Lamanite civilization, doctors most often diagnosed all sorts of 'incurable diseases'. ”

"There is a famous classical Lamanic joke about a soldier who 'survived the battlefield and then from the jaws of predators, and finally escaped the last threat, the clutches of the doctor, and thus lived a happy life'. ”

"Ah—I read that. Mira rolled her eyes.

Henry shrugged: "The joke depicts a soldier who was lucky enough to survive because he didn't go to the doctor, in the irony that the Lamanites are best at. So you probably know how unreliable the medical skills of that era were. ”

"Incurable diseases are everywhere. But the irony is that it is in this environment that doctors are a lucrative profession. The sage continued, in his usual flat tone, "They will not miss any opportunity to make a profit, so even if you are diagnosed with symptoms that are impossible to cure at the level of the time, they will still prescribe medicine to you. ”

"And this medicine is 'Pelatsberg'. ”

"Placebo. Mira frowned and added automatically as he said - she probably knew what her teacher was trying to say.

"This esoteric word is half Elven and half wizarding, and although it is now an idiom word, in the past almost even most doctors did not know what it meant, let alone the patients—and that is what it was created for. ”

"The miracle drug, the panacea 'Pelatsberg'. Henry shrugged his shoulders for the third time, and Mira heard the slightest hint of mockery in his calm tone.

"The ingredients of this potion are very simple, mint, syrup, and some water. ”

"Curable diseases range from sneezing with a cold to being gnawed off half of your body by a dragon, and basically as long as the doctor thinks that your illness is not a big deal or that there is no cure, they will prescribe you this medicine that is actually quite delicious. ”

And then. Henry held up another finger, as he always did when emphasizing the main point: "The irony is that the so-called placebo has a cure rate of 30 percent." ”

"......" Mira looked back at the radiant knights and mercenaries, and she knew what Henry was referring to.

"So, you're not wrong to say it's the influence of magic. The sage quoted the word magic in a very standard Lamanite language, and the girl gave him a blank look: "Good showmanship." ”

"It's not the magic that actually exists, it's the magic of the heart....... ? She whispered, then looked at the unicorn sleeping in the middle of the camp.

Merchants are sorting out their wares, discarding items that are too heavy.

The knights also took off their armor and waistcoats, and although losing their armor meant losing their glory, they also understood that this was not the time to confine themselves to the details.

The unicorn that suddenly appeared last night was these people's Peratsberg.

In fact, there is only a panacea for comforting effects.

But it can really change everything.

What a wonderful sight it is.

Drugs are practically ineffective. But if you believe that this medicine is good for your body, you will become optimistic and positive about life after drinking it, and it is these places that have cured your illness to some extent.

The emergence of unicorns is actually just a drop in the bucket for the original change of situation. The seriously wounded are still unconscious and bedridden, supplies are scarce, the threat of witches, earth dragons, ghouls and walking corpses remains, and the flesh is still exhausted—nothing has changed.

But these merchants, mercenaries, and knights, who had been nurtured by the common Lamanite culture for thousands of years, believed in it.

They firmly believe that this white and pure creature is a being who brings them hope and can guide the way forward.

So they acted.

"It's not time to point fingers, we need to work together to get out of this predicament. ”

"What's wrong with discarding goods, dragons, witches, and even legendary unicorns have already seen it, and it's worth it in this life. ”

Although she had heard of unicorns, it was really strange that the girl from the West Coast did not share this culture and belief with them.

The hardship situation has not changed, and material poverty has not changed in any way. But on the spiritual side, just because of such an unexpected event that Mira could not understand, there was a drastic change.

"Is this the power of faith......" Henry looked at her, and he heard a hint of envy in the girl's words.

Avenella is a polytheistic country, and shallow faith can only be regarded as a mantra and sustenance. The Loans, on the other hand, were wiped out by the Western branch of the White Church in alliance with Ottoro, and her experience in the Soladin Heights made her a stereotypical prejudice against the White Church, making it difficult to understand why its followers had faith and what kind of concept it was.

It is only today that it has been confronted to a certain extent.

Faith can bring people who are divided, at least for a while, together to work toward a common goal.

"But it is. Henry spoke, apparently noticing the girl's longing for it. Mira looked back at him, "A double-edged sword. ”

"It can be both a shield of loyalty and a sword to point at anyone who is not part of the group. The sage said, and Mira was stunned for a moment, and the bad memories resurfaced, and she had not yet fully understood what those people had done. Now seeing that they had gained momentum from something that was actually unfounded, it dawned on me that if it were to be reversed, it would be a terrible weapon to use this fanaticism and persistence for destruction.

"So this-" "Hiss-" An exclamation interrupted Mira's words, and the two turned back, and the little unicorn got up from the ground in a panicked hoove, and ran in the direction of Mira and Henry. This caught everyone's attention, and the unicorn ducked behind Mira while the others stopped and looked in this way.

"......" Orno clutched a wand in his hand, frozen in place.

"I just want to help it get it back, magic. She said with some reluctance.

"I guess the spell you used earlier scared it. Margaret, who was also nearby, said this, and then came to Mira's side to comfort the little unicorn.

"......" Orno turned his head in silence and left, and everyone returned to busyness, except for Henry who calmly watched the back of Miss Elf.

Time passed, and when everyone had packed up, reluctantly given up some of their equipment to lighten their load, and had found time to bury their fallen companions, they reversed course.

As a creature that runs for a living, even if it stays near the ancient city of Katigali for safety reasons and food, it must be in other places for most of the day.

With this in mind, Mira turned to the little spiritual unicorn, and found a shadowy way down the mountain for the group to hide among the trees and weeds—before they regrouped.

After securing a way out, people believe that it is a symbol of hope even more.

The sun rises to its highest point and then sets. Time passed, and they struggled to move slowly through the mountain path. During this time, he constantly discerned his direction to make sure that he did not return to the area of death behind him.

On the third day after leaving the high ground where the ancient city of Katigali was located, when I finally stepped on the blue-gray stone pavement that made me feel warm and intimate, everyone almost jumped on the spot with joy with the song of birds, flowers and insects that had not been disturbed by the undead.

"It's finally coming through. Even Konstantin couldn't help but sigh.

He only kept his shoulder armor and cuirass, and his curly hair was a little messy because he had been in the field for a long time.

"Let's go, toward Scotti!" said the chief knight, and the multitude, who had been relieved of their burdens, hastened toward their destination again.