Abandoned Priest at the Hero’s Party

The Dried Spring Water

3 minutes without air.

3 hours without warmth.

3 days without water.

3 weeks without food.

A fragile human body is a necessary condition for it to function.

A hero, a saint, a knight, and a mage are ultimately human.

It doesn’t break the rule of 3333. Without food, they cannot advance, and without food they wither to death. Even if the wind is cold or the sun is hot, I can’t do my best.

“Heh… heh… isn’t everyone hot?”

There was nothing different about being a saint, Araidel. No matter how much I strengthened myself with divine power, walking in the scorching sand under the scorching sun made me feel like I was going to die.

As always, the desert is not a good terrain for humans to drive,

In fact, this is true of all living things. This is the reason why the warrior party has to cross this place.

This Sandea desert is a place that all living things hate, because even demons hate it.

It is just a wide sandy desert with nowhere to hide even when enemies come. If you stand still, you can see all the way to the horizon.

Ambush can’t even dream of a horn. If you hide in the sand, it will ripen before attack.

Conversely, it is also said that the Hero’s Party has nowhere to hide, but given their abilities now, it takes an unbelievable number of troops to surround the party and kill it. A commander who would advance such a large army to a place like this must be an idiot.

“No, isn’t it difficult? You are in really good shape…”

Araidel was just so curious.

Let’s say that the hero, Urinell Lakponsiana, and the knight, Lucia Weston, are the same.

The two must have exercised a lot, and they must have done physical training as if they were eating.

Even if her physical strength was incomparable to her, it wasn’t unreasonable.

“Mr. Parnell is shorter than me, but he walks well without breaking a sweat. I have to watch and learn.”

“Oh, well… I’m used to it.”

“The heroes who will really save the world! Yes, I, a saint, can’t get tired of here! We will do our best!”

Parnell’s expression turned strange. In fact, her secret is not in her stamina, but in a feather that is tightly tucked away in her pocket. One of the things Kyle left behind. It’s a blue bird feather.

Like the candles in the sanctuary, this is also a miracle, but one doesn’t think that what is around him is so rare. Parnell had no idea about this feather.

However, it seems that not even a saint can replace feathers. Swipe, she tucked the feather into the depths of her pocket. It was very difficult to lose.

Kyle has only prayed to God three times for himself so far, and each time he has given him a miracle.

When everyone was in danger of being buried under the scheming of the sea demon king, Supaja Grozam, in response to that prayer, the blue bird feathers were given down.

When he thought that he contributed little to the party and wanted a means to make up for that lack, he lowered the Star Dream Observatory to take on more roles.

And the final prayer was not directed to the Brave Party, but was sent with only one girl in mind, and returned to the sapling of the lineage. Other than that, God has given him many miracles, but these are the only miracles that Kyle personally requested.

blue bird feathers.

Happiness will be right next to you.

No hardship will invade.

It is able to breathe without being pressed by water pressure even under the seabed 20,000 li,

Even the heat of the lava field, where wood becomes charcoal, does not invade those with feathers.

The cold air of the ice field, the poison of the puddle, the magic of the abyss of the demon world,

No environmental conditions, including even the radiation zone, can exceed the protection of the bluebird’s feathers.

Even the desert area is as comfortable as our living room, and the hot air feels like a cool breeze.

It was a shock to Parnell that this was not taken for granted. It’s a pity for the saint who followed hard, but the desert isn’t something he can break through simply by will.

“Bishop, isn’t the bishop hot?”

“it’s hot.”

The bishop, Reenheim, who was already sweating profusely with his priest’s uniform clinging to his body, responded.

“But complaining doesn’t change anything. It just dries out.”

“Does the bishop have feelings? It’s a person, right?”

“If you talk like that, it will only get hotter. Still, it seems like both me and the saint are at the limit now, so how about taking a little break?”

Even an iron man like her had no choice but to limit her physical strength. The party talked for a while, then decided to take a break. Except for the two of them, no one shed a single sweat.

“Hey there, Urinell.”

Touching the bluebird’s feathers, Lucia Weston whispered in silence.

“Is it a really good decision to kick Kyle out?”

“You have to come here and say that, it’s already too late. It’s all agreed upon.”

Urinelle Lakponcia responded with a stern expression. Come to think of it, there wasn’t really much friction between them and Kyle.

To the end, I was exiled after seeing only one of my skills, but I couldn’t help but tremble at this. You can’t blame the lady though. She works really hard and does her best to help them.

“I guess I should have stayed a little longer and decided to match the sum…”

“Don’t bring up what has already happened. He doesn’t even know where he is or what he’s doing.”

“I’m not saying that because I don’t know. These feathers are being consumed more and more.”

Lucia, who took out the feathers of the blue bird, muttered with a serious expression.

“The size is a little smaller than before, but it has shrunk. If you use it all, it will be lost. We need to find a way to replace it quickly.”

“If there is an alternative method, there is a condition magic, but”

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Mage Parnell intervened.

“I don’t know if it’s only an hour or two against me, but if I cast condition magic against five people without a promise, there won’t be any magic left to use in battle. Besides, I wonder if it will be as effective as this feather.”

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Miracles are maintained only by the will of God. The person who represents the will of the God of Hope is his apostle, Kyle.

The last blessing he left behind as he left the party was the driving force for maintaining the blue bird’s feathers, but after that, he no longer wished for the blessing of the Hero Party.

Even if they are called apostles of God, unless they ascend to heaven after death, they are human beings with a body.

It is severely constrained in every way. The God of Hope has no limits, but Kyle does.

Cut off blessings that you no longer need to give, and use that extra energy for other things. The end is a quick ascension.

I thought I’d be fine without you anyway.

They are the heroes of this world.

So the priest decided to just focus on the little girl in front of him. This is why the candles in the sanctuary lit here and there are extinguished, and the reviving spring water is drying up.

Even if the feathers of a blue bird protect people from the environment, a long march is itself tiring.

The three also felt physically exhausted. Anyway, if you want to wield the sword once more in battle, it was good to rest when you could.

Only when Kyle was present, that green divine power relieved fatigue and lifted her body to its peak, and she was able to walk all day, but Nemi’s divine power was too much.

Right now, the saint, who possesses infinite divine power, was exhausted. No matter how great the divine power, it only compensates for the consumption of stamina to some extent, but cannot completely replace it.

“what? Was the fountain originally this small?”

“It’s decreased because you don’t update the blessing.”

An oasis in the desert created in the Sandea Desert. The spring water that revived was also not what it used to be.

Still, five people were still thirsty. However, the clear spring has significantly decreased in size and will soon dry up completely. Now this route means you have to give up.

Or bring a little more water.

It fills the subspace so much.

Of course, even if it does, it cannot replace this revitalizing spring water.

This water does a lot more than you think.

“Kee! Does the taste of water kill you?”

The saint filled a water bottle with water and took a sip and smiled pleasantly. The water was so sweet that, after taking a few sips, my thirst was quenched and my fatigue was relieved.

I didn’t feel

The energy returned to my exhausted body, and somehow I felt like my dream spot would be good.

The sweat that flowed like rain decreases, and coolness drifts through the weary body. The spring water was cool even though it must have been basking in the scorching sun, and although it was not covered, it was clear with no dust.

The spring water that revives is a miracle, and the water created by a miracle is, of course, holy water.

It is not limited to recovering stamina, but it is also very effective in cursing and healing wounds. There is no such thing as a panacea, and this spring is the real medicinal water.

“Take some water. Let’s wash a little.”

“Shall I do the laundry for a while? I didn’t sweat, but I still feel bad.”

“I need to sharpen a knife or something.”

Lucia scooped up some water and spread it on her knife, muttering.

“The day has been very bad while we haven’t seen each other.”

If you wipe the knife with normal water, it will rust just fine, but

this is holy water Even if you wash it off with water without any special treatment, the lifespan of the sword will increase and the blade will stand on its own. In addition, a kind of consecration effect is attached. In fact, it can be said to have the same utility as Muan Sweet Water.

with a splash!

Parnell took out a large bucket and filled it with water, took off her clothes and put it in the bucket. Then took it out right away. The clothes, which started to dry as soon as they were taken out, became soft enough to be worn again soon.

Of course, the clothes are weak, but the divine power is a bonus.

“It’s amazing water. Are you holy water?”

Should I call it a trace or a trace?

Bishop Reenheim could feel the power of a great man from this fountain.

Rather than clash with the divine power she possesses, that power permeates naturally and does what she has to do. They do not mix like water and oil, do not interfere with each other, and simply achieve their intended purpose.

Reenheim, who had poured a bottle of water and instilled divine power, was silent. No matter how much the divine power of the goddess was blown in, like pouring water into a poison that fell out, only the divine power drained out and nothing happened.

Even a small pond was poured with divine power to turn the entire pond into holy water, but this bottle of water did not change at all while constantly absorbing Nemi’s power.

I don’t know who made this spring, but at least it’s higher than the goddess Nemi.

Ordinary people would ridicule that there is a higher-ranking being than the main god, but she knows it, as she is a high-ranking member of the church. that such an existence exists.

Lehenheim put on her glasses and muttered.

“It is a spring with the power of the ancient gods. If you’re discovering something like this, it’s a hero’s party. You guys have a great adventure.”

“Are you an ancient god?”

The heroic party was puzzled by the absurd remark.

Although he was given the title of aristocrat, Yurinelle was a true orphan of commoners.

Parnell, who entered the tower as a child, lacks common sense. And Lucia, who came from a famous family but whose parents passed away when she was young.

They knew nothing about the Old Gods. At least that there is such a thing?

However, she was not an orphan, her origin was not bad, and neither her parents nor the living saint did not know.

She looked at the bishop and asked a question as if puzzled.

“Ancient God? Does it really exist?”

“The saint probably doesn’t know. There is nothing good to know.”

A being higher than the one they serve.

But it doesn’t matter if you don’t know, there’s no reason to know.

Why would a bishop or a cardinal of the country have to tell the saint about such an old god? No, I am in a position to hide that there is such a thing. Even the high-ranking officials of the Church know, the priests below them do not even know about the Old Gods.

At best, a god from long ago.

I just think of him as a god of the old days that doesn’t exist now.

However, the Old Gods exist without any change from the past or the present. There is simply no ego, and even if there is an ego, they cannot communicate.

“There is nothing good to know. So the bishop and the others were working together to deceive me?”

Soothing the saint with inflated cheeks, Reenheim continued to speak kindly.

“It’s knowledge that you really need to find out and use for nothing. If the saint wants, I can let you know. Okay… where should I start?”

One of the secrets that the Trinity Church kept secret is now starting to come out of her mouth.