Forsaken Priest of the Hero's Party-Chapter 40: The Soldier’s Hand

The Lord came to bestow Mercy and Hope upon this world.

It is only natural and proper that the Lord’s holiness is used to save others, not to harm them.

Only The Blossoming Starfall could be used as an axe of judgment to cut out sins, but the more I use that axe, the more my body also shatters. That is the will of the Lord.

To grant mercy to those who cannot die. And to heal those who are alive.

The Lord simply bestows boundless compassion and love upon us. His love does not discriminate between races, and I must not discriminate what He does not.

“Ugh, haaah...”

I saw someone who could no longer even groan in pain, gasping for breath and exhaling hot sighs.

In a room without even windows to prevent sunlight from entering, a few soldiers lit lanterns.

Even then, they were not reassured until they tightly closed the door before removing the helmet covering their face.

Red eyes. Pointed fangs. He was indeed not human, but a vampire.

Just by looking at the man’s expression, I could tell how much pain he was in. The other soldiers also took off their helmets and looked at me with worried eyes.

“Can you really heal him? It’s the first time I’ve heard of a holy power user treating a vampire.”

Mr. Handel, the person in charge, spoke with concern.

With the Lord’s support, I shall know no doubt nor fear. Even if I fail, this man wouldn’t get worse.

“My Lord does not hate you.”

When I reached out and pointed at Mr. Handel, a ray of light seeped into his chest.

Mr. Handel widened his eyes. Although he was also a vampire, my holy power did not harm him but rather increased his strength.

He must have exclaimed at the feeling of exaltation he experienced for the first time.

“I see! This is the power of holiness! I’ve never felt anything like this before. Now I understand why adventurers try to bring a priest with them no matter what.”

Then he added.

“Priest. If you heal our Hans...”

Listening to him, he said he was Mr. Hans’ older brother.

“Then the one you serve has secured at least two believers. For now, this guy and I will have faith in that person.”

I just smiled at him and grabbed Mr. Hans’ glove.

The glove was still hot and smoking. When I pulled the glove off, it came off too easily. A handful of ashes fell from inside with a thud. Gasps could be heard from here and there.

The two hands that grabbed the spear shaft had been burned to ashes by the power of the sun.

Only the charred forearms remained dangling where the gloves had been removed. No wonder it was so painful and agonizing.

Mr. Handel, who had thought it was just a burn on the hand, collapsed with a thud. From behind, Roka let out a groan and shrank back.

“I’m sorry...”

The child could not bear to look any longer and closed her eyes.

It was a fatal mistake. Even if it was unintentional, Roka had ruined a vampire’s life.

He would have never been able to hold a spear again if things had gone as they were. The only fortunate thing was that I was here and it seemed I could make up for this child’s mistake.

The Lord’s holiness, taking the form of light, gushed from my fingertips and seeped into Mr. Hans. It may sound strange, but I am quite confident when it comes to treating external injuries.

No matter how badly wounded, as long as they are not dead, I can somehow heal them. I could be certain of that much, as I had proven it through experience.

Chiiik!

The sun’s heat that boiled blood and burned flesh could not overcome the Lord’s holiness and subsided.

The forearm area seemed to bubble as if boiling, and soon new hands sprouted one by one, each extending five fingers.

I don’t know if they grew or were created, but they would be much better than prosthetic hands.

They would be no different from the original hands and the sense of touch would be properly felt.

“Phew.”

Only then did Mr. Hans let out a sigh of relief, and...

“Haaaaa.”

He exhaled again in sync with a deep breath. He brought his newly formed hands in front of his eyes and couldn’t believe it for a while, then waved them around before finally brushing his chest.

The painful groans he had been letting out had already ceased the moment the holy power touched him. From that moment, he would have felt no pain.

“H-how is this even possible...”

And after a while, he was stunned in amazement. Looking around, the soldiers who had been watching my treatment were also too shocked to speak.

“T-This couldn’t be the work of the Goddesses...No...Not even from the other Gods, so how...”

Mr. Handel grabbed my arm in surprise.

“My goodness, I thought you wouldn’t be an ordinary priest since you are beside a great person, but you exceed our imagination. Are you perhaps a bishop from another continent?”

Ah? It seems he made a misunderstanding since the Princess is with me?

Unfortunately, I did not come from another continent, nor am I someone of great importance like a Bishop.

I am just a priest, just a believer. The angels call me an apostle by combining the two words, it seems.

But when I told them that, they didn’t seem to believe me at all.

“I will report this matter to my superiors. It is something the Duchess should also know about. Even if the reward we can give is insignificant, if the Duchess sees your ability, he will be truly delighted. Perhaps he may even bestow a great gift upon you.”

As Mr. Handel hurriedly disappeared somewhere, the other soldiers also disappeared elsewhere, supporting Mr. Hans.

They seemed to be taking him to the bedroom to get some good sleep.

Only then did Her Highness lean close to me and whisper.

“Saint. It’s best not to reveal your ability to heal demons if possible. If the Trinity hears about it,  they will surely accuse the one behind you of being an evil god.”

“They won’t do that. The Nemi Church has already verified me before.”

Yurinel brought me to the Holy Kingdom for the first time, and various priests from the Nemi Church verified whether I was qualified to join Yurinel’s Party.

They also seemed unaware of who was behind me, but at least they agreed that it was not an evil god.

“I held the holy sword without issue, and above all, I fought alongside Yurinel to defeat several demon kings.”

The Holy Sword is a sacred artifact. Only the Chosen Hero could wield it. But others could touch it for a brief period of time.

I have touched the blade a few times, and I am still alive.

And if I were on the side of the demons, I would have had no reason to cooperate in defeating several demon kings, including Grozam, the 3rd-ranked Demon King.

“Yurinel...? Are you perhaps referring to Yurinel Lakponcia?”

“That’s right. The one and only hero in the world. She was also a childhood friend from my hometown.”

“Come to think of it, I think I heard that there was a priest in the Hero’s Party who wasn’t from the Trinity Church...”

“But I had no choice but to leave midway because I was lacking.”

At that time, I didn’t have the Sapling of Lineage, and although the Blossoming Starfall worked, its limitations were evident.

The damage I suffered from using that Miracle was greater than the damage dealt to Grimudo so I had no choice but to end it after using it once.

Even The Observatory of Celestial Dreams was overwhelmed. Foreseeing a step ahead in battle is a tremendous advantage, but Grimudo made up for that gap and more with his pure strength alone.

The Observatory of Celestial Dreams is helpless against attacks that are at a level where they can’t be blocked even if known in advance. In the end, all of me was of no use against Grimudo.

It was like that then, and it’s even more so now.

“Our party went to the North Star Castle to defeat Grimudo. Barely making it back alive was all we could do. I couldn’t do anything against him, nor was I of any help.”

The Western Family fell due to Grimudo.

The old Cidatel Kingdom became a Republic. It’s an open secret that some people made a deal with Grimudo, borrowing some of the monsters to overthrow the Kingdom and create the Republic.

Parnell was part of the Royal Family, so she hated both Grimudo and the commoners who killed her family.

As for Yurinel and me, it goes without saying. Our hometown was almost destroyed by one of his monsters.

But that grudge wasn’t enough to defeat Grimudo.

That’s why I left the party without a fuss. I realized that even if I stayed with them longer, it would be impossible to defeat Grimudo.

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But now that the Saint is with them, I’m sure they’ll be able to get their revenge someday. Yurinel always succeeded in what she wanted.

“Saint, Aridel is with them...?”

Was my explanation lacking? The princess looked like she couldn’t quite understand.

“So...They let go of you...To get that girl instead...?”

She even tilted her head.

“But why...? Perhaps they wanted to curry favor with the Holy Kingdom...? No, even that would be stupid...Perhaps there was some other reason...?”

“Master.”

I felt something soft on my leg again, and sure enough, it was Roka’s tail.

This child seems to have decided to wrap her tail around me whenever she sticks to me now.

Roka looked at me with a serious expression and asked.

“Is this person named Yurinel pretty?”

“She’s pretty. But what stuck in my memory more than her appearance was something else.”

“Her breasts...?”

“Her ambition.”

Yurinel was different from a young age,

She was like that before we parted ways too. For her, success was more important than anything else.

Now that I think about it, maybe it was inevitable that we had to part ways. We only came together intending to defeat Grimudo, but Yurinel and I had very different aspirations.

“Well at least in my eyes, they made a stupid decision, so cheer up!”

Still, the princess comforted me.

“None of the three saints of the Tritheistic Church could heal me, but you did it easily, didn’t you? The Aridel I met was still a young child, but I don’t think she’ll be much different now, just a few years later.”

I was grateful, even if it was just for the sentiment.