Raising Paladins

Episode 56. The role of the healing fuse (2)

“This way!”

Carl laid Old Muir on the soft earth near the sacred tree.

His face was pale and his breathing was weak, which seemed really dangerous.

“It seems that the elderly man’s back window has burst.”

“It seemed like you were overdoing it, but… … .”

Daryl and the servants also look worried.

Old Man Muir, despite having a sore on his back, was in charge of the reconstruction of the temple, and in recent days he has ignited great enthusiasm.

Then things eventually exploded.

Chew!

Tira made old Muir fall down and tore the clothes on his back.

“Go get some boiled water, disinfected knives, towels and bandages!”

“All right!”

The seeds moved right away.

It seemed that he was trying to slit his back window with a knife that had been sterilized over fire and completely pull out the pus and roots inside.

It was a very dangerous prescription, but it was also the only way because the healing priests had long since lost their divine power.

‘If I was a young person, I would have used medicine.’

But old Muir was too old for that.

He knew that, so he kept putting off treatment for boils.

“Cheuk… … !”

While the servants went to get the items needed for treatment.

Old Muir’s breathing quickened and he let out a painful moan.

“Tira! What happened?!”

Eric and Clemens also jumped out before they knew it because of the commotion in the courtyard.

“I can’t wait! If you don’t drain the boil quickly, the old man will be in danger!”

Originally, a boil is a wound that festers and is filled with pus that is not good for it.

Therefore, if the pus is squeezed out, the sick person’s fever goes down, albeit temporarily.

It’s a temporary measure, but it’s a must-have prescription for patients who have burst boils.

That’s why I asked the servants to bring tools, but time was too short to wait for them to come.

“Are you going to boil the boil, Tyra?”

“I should.”

“But without tools, how… … ?”

“I guess I have no choice but to do it myself.”

Tira’s determined expression, as if she had made up her mind.

Carl was watching Tira carefully from the side.

He also carefully observed the small sacred tree sapling right in front of him.

It was invisible to others, but it was because the saplings started to sway with mild divine power.

Tok, Todok!

A single green leaf and a small bud on a bare branch.

In the meantime, Carl stopped by the sapling every morning and evening to infuse it with divine power little by little.

Thanks to that, even though it is still very small, what can be called a flower bud has sprouted.

Now, the flower bud was raising its head little by little.

‘Are you trying to choose?’

The current priests would not know because they had never seen it.

However, new buds are born on the seedlings of the temple, and when they burst, beautiful flowers bloom.

It was a symbolic precursor to the birth of a new priest who was qualified to use divine power.

The moment Carl met the sun god and was allowed to be reincarnated, he already had all of his abilities from his previous life, so he didn’t need a new bud.

So, the fact that the flower bud was moving right now meant that someone in the temple was in a state where the awakening of divine power was just around the corner.

‘Who will you choose?’

Hanson, who seems to have the most talent for a battle fuse?

Or Meisa, well-educated and caring about her people?

Or the Daryls and the servants who train hard day and night these days?

‘Could be Clemens or Eric.’

The two of them also served the sun god for a long time without abandoning the temple of dawn.

In fact, if you look at qualifications alone, the two priests are the most likely.

But somehow Carl had his eyes on Tira.

“Cheuk… … !”

Old Muir tosses and turns in pain.

Then Tyra said.

“Old man, please be patient!”

“Tira, what are you doing… … ?”

Zhong!

At that moment, everyone in the courtyard was shocked.

It was because Tira sucked the yellowish pus out of the boil with her mouth without hesitation.

“T-Tira… … !”

Possibly because it has been stagnant for a long time, the rotten smell spreads like pus!

In addition, the viscous, yellowish liquid was so dirty that even looking at it made me shudder.

But Tyra didn’t stop.

Twong, Twong!

The courtyard stopped as if everyone was shocked.

Only one of Tira and Carl’s expression watching it from the side were calm.

Twong, Twong!

The pus he spat out piled up on the surrounding soil, and yellow pus flowed from Tira’s mouth.

At that time, the Daryls who went to get the tool to cut the boil returned.

He was carrying a bowl of boiled water, a dagger, and bandages.

“I-I can’t do that!”

They also froze on the spot when they saw Tira.

“Whew… … First of all, what happened to the pus? It’s a problem from now on.”

Tira wiped her mouth with her sleeve.

People were once again surprised by her expression as if nothing had happened even though she had done such a great job.

“Why are you like that?”

Feeling that everyone was staring at her, Tira asked with a puzzled face.

Tira’s eyes seemed to ask if this much was natural for the sick.

At that time, Clemens looked at her with moistened eyes and said,

“Tira, I left all the care for the sick to Tira. Whatever decision Tyra makes, we will respect it.”

The pus has been squeezed out, but the real problem remains.

To pull out the festering root of a wound nestled deep in the boil.

To do this, you have to tear open the boil with a hot knife and dig out the inside.

Considering Muir’s age, it was a gamble with great risk!

He was going to leave that decision to Tira.

“Give me the dagger, Daryl.”

“… … yes.”

Daryl handed over the dagger.

Tira took it and carried it to the fire hanging on the surrounding wall, heating the tip red.

Then he returned and knelt on the back of the old man Muir, who was gasping for breath.

“Old man, it must be difficult, but you have to overcome it. If it goes on like this today and then the boil again bursts, then it could be really dangerous. You know?”

“T-Tira… … .”

Fear fills the eyes of Old Man Muir as he sees Tyra.

But Tira was determined.

Like she said, if I don’t use my hands today, something really big might happen next time.

“I will.”

“Tira… … .”

“Everyone please hold on to the elders!”

Hurry up!

The servants and priests quickly clung to it.

It was a measure taken because old man Muir struggled in pain and the heated dagger could harm others.

“gulp!”

She made up her mind, but as the moment approached, Tira swallowed as if she was getting nervous.

But then.

There was a hand on Tyra’s stiff shoulder.

It was the knife.

“… … knife?”

“Look over there, Tyra.”

Carl pointed to the sacred tree sapling with his other hand.

There, a pretty, white flower bloomed that shyly opened its bud.

“uh… … ?”

“Flowers on seedlings… … ?”

“The grave, the seedling has blossomed! High Priestess!”

“Unbelievable?!”

Consternation crossed the faces of the people around them again.

The sacred tree sapling that I thought was dead because it had dried up until now.

Because there were white flowers blooming there.

“The sun god is trying to choose a new priest.”

Carl said with a soft smile.

Then Clemens quickly nodded.

“you’re right! I’ve definitely seen it in books too! That is the sun god’s attempt to grant the new priest the power of divine power!”

“Ohhh!”

Forre-.

At that time, the pure white flower trembled slightly.

And at that moment, Tira said.

“Bo, I see… … .”

All eyes were on her.

“You see?! What do you mean?!”

“It’s white… … soft… … Soft and soft again… … .”

“yes… … ?!”

“It’s so cozy and warm… … .”

Tira reached for the flower as if possessed by something.

The others couldn’t see it, but Carl, who was next to him, was seeing the same thing as Tira.

“The sun god has chosen a new seed to serve him, Tyra.”

“Eh… … ?”

Carl got down on one knee and stepped beside Tira.

Then, he grabbed Tira’s hands from behind as if hugging them, and put her palms together over the old man’s sores.

“Can you see the white aura spreading from the flower?”

“yes… … .”

“Accept it naturally into your body. And send it to your fingertips.”

“ah… … .”

“I am asking the sun god to keep in mind what you want the most right now. It is a prayer in the true sense of the word.”

“ah… … !”

A pure white energy shyly approaches Tira.

Tira trembled as she accepted the pure and clean energy that spread from the bud that had just bloomed.

“Ahh… … ”

“Now I’m sending it to my fingertips. Slowly, gently.”

sue-

A bright light began to spread from Tira’s palm, which touched Old Muir’s sore.

Surprisingly, the boil, which had been leaking pus, healed little by little.

“Ugh… … .”

The expression of old Muir, who is still feeling pain, but seems to be cool.

The people around them were silent and just stared at Carl and Tira.

“Focus more, Tira!”

“yes!”

An external wound that has completely healed.

But boils have to get rid of their deep roots.

Tira’s brow furrowed.

“Ugh… … !”

“The divine power obtained from the sacred tree sapling is transferred as it is, and only your will to heal old man Muir is added. Do not try to control the divine power, but let it flow naturally according to the stream of consciousness!”

“… … !”

Tira’s eyes seemed to realize something when she heard Carl’s words!

She gave a small nod and focused again on the wound.

and.

“Um… … I can’t be this sweet… … .”

Old Muir, who had collapsed and groaned, sat up with his back erected in amazement.

Not only the blood and rotten pus that flowed on his back, but also the deeply dug sore and the red-hot skin around him had returned to their original color as if they had never happened.

Even old man Muir’s complexion, always frowning in pain, was radiant.

“… … .”

Tranquil stillness once again surrounds the courtyard.

The moment when a priest who was allowed divine power for the first time in 200 years was born.

However, Tira, the person involved, still had a dumbfounded face.

The people around me couldn’t quite accept what the hell this was all about.

What came out at that moment was, of course, the knife.

“The sun god chose Tira. He chose her because she saw how she did not spare herself for the sick.”

Swoop.

Carl joined his hands and raised Tira up.

“Tira.”

“to… … ?”

“Congratulations. It is the first healing priest that the Sun God has given to the Cron Empire and the Temple of Dawn in Meirium in 200 years.”

“I am… … ?”

“Yes, you just healed old man Muir with your own hands.”

“That’s thanks to Carl’s help… … .”

“no. this is what you did I just made the process more natural.”

“ah… … .”

“Tell me again. You are the first healing fuse that has succeeded in 200 years since the broken healing fuse. Congratulations.”

“Hiccup!”

Tira shrugged her shoulders and started to hiccup.

and that moment.

“Waaa!”

Shouts as if the temple were about to leave filled the courtyard.