Chapter 725 – #020. Priest of Darkness, Kaya Levantein (18).

#020. Dark Priest, Kaya Levantane.

The priest of peace cast a sacrifice spell.
A divine spell that gains absolute power by cutting lifespan.
With that, I defeated the black magician Daniel.

The villagers were moved by Ryan’s sacrifice.

“Now what about the priest?”
“You’re not going to wake up are you?”

The villagers asked how Ryan was doing.

Ryan lying on the bed at Sylvia’s house.
He closed his eyes like a rat.
It was fortunate that he was still breathing.

Loen comforted the villagers.

“It’s okay, you’ll wake up.”

It wasn’t true.
Sylvia knew that Rowen’s words were lies.
Because Rowen told Sylvia the truth about her.

‘How long does it take to live… !’

Sylvia felt guilty.
Feeling as if the guilt of Daniel, her former husband, was her own, she couldn’t keep her head up.

“It’s not Sylvia’s fault.”

Loen’s words, thrown as if to comfort her, flew like daggers and hit them.

Sylvia internally resented Daniel.
I wondered why the hell she had learned black magic and attacked her hometown.
Sylvia, who waited only for her husband, couldn’t stand it.

‘If you’re going to show up with such a terrible look. She should not have come.’

She regretted not telling Daniel directly.

It was two days later that Ryan woke up.

* * *

She returned Daniel to his native city.

“…”

Daniel glared at me, expressing hostility.
I was afraid, but I didn’t give up.

The creature’s struggle.
I, a generous transcendental person, decided to understand.
She is a faithful believer who even dedicates her supreme wife to recover her own disability, but this much should be tolerated.

“Have a good day, Daniel. Thank you for helping.”

The operation went as planned.
Now it was time to check the results.

I’m not sure if Sylvia will be held in my arms or not.
She said thank you though.

Daniel let out a ferocious spirit and growled.

“… Get off immediately.”

It was a harsh tone, as if he didn’t even want to talk to me.
It was a wound.

I smiled at Daniel and returned to where I was.
My body was lying down as Maengki, the sleeping beauty.

I passed the time in moderation and opened my eyes.
That was two days.

“The priest has awakened.”

Emma was taking care of me.

News of the awakening spread throughout the village, and people began to visit one by one.
All of them were people who helped me.

From minor muscle pains to major incurable diseases.
I cured them all.
It was not the level of giving grace, but the level of just pouring it out, so everyone rushed.

“Oh, priest! Fortunately, the!”
“Aaaaang! I was worried!”

Everyone, regardless of gender or age, held back tears.
The children burst into tears.

“Take the kids out. Priest, you just woke up, what are you making noise about?”
“It’s okay. It’s rather good that you look unharmed.”

The noisy atmosphere wasn’t bad either.
It was good to feel that she was resurrected.

Sylvia could be seen behind the huddled villagers.
Sylvia was glancing at me with her serious face.

‘Looks like Loen delivered it well.’

My body is now in a terminal condition.
Because she used her sacrifice spell to defend her village from Daniel, her ex-husband of Sylvia.

‘I just need to feel the guilt in moderation.’

What’s important is what follows.

“Thank you for the congratulations, but I am a little tired. I want to rest.”
“Is that so? All right. We grabbed the priest and harassed him for no reason. Haha.”

She let the townspeople out.
Everyone sighed in relief and left the house.
At Sylvia’s house, only me, Rowen, and Sylvia were left.

“Sylvia, I have something to say to Loen.”

She pretended to drive Sylvia away.
Then Rowen stopped me.

“Sylvia knows too. That the priest’s lifespan is short.”
“… Why do you know?”
“I told you. She thinks Sylvia should know.”

She put on a serious expression.
And she straightened her face and smiled.
She gave off her feeling that she was trying to reassure Sylvia.

“… It’s nothing, Sylvia. You don’t have to look at it with those eyes. It’s okay. Because I did what I had to do.”
“If Daniel hadn’t attacked the village, the priest’s lifespan wouldn’t have been shortened, right?”
“… One day he will die and return to the arms of the Goddess. In my case, that moment just comes quickly.”

It’s not your fault
So you don’t have to feel guilty.

‘There’s no way it’ll go my way.’

Sylvia was still crying as if feeling guilty.
I ignored Sylvia’s expression on her face and looked at Loen.

“Did you see how far she was?”
“… There is less than a week left.”

Rowen glanced at Sylvia and replied.
One week.
Silvia was the first to hear the exact time.

Sylvia’s eyes widened.
She didn’t seem to have imagined that she would only have a week left.

“Well, then in a week…”
“A thousand people have been exhausted. The priest will return to the arms of the goddess.”

Rowen replied in an apologetic way.
Her acting skills were poor.

It was fortunate that Sylvia was immersed in herself.

“Oh no… The priest is dying…”

Sylvia said in a crying voice.

“Priest, I’m sorry… Sorry…”
“Is Sylvia sorry for anything?”
“Daniel made that up and it ended up like this.”

Actually, that’s what I did.
Daniel did nothing wrong.

“Why is that Sylvia’s fault?”
“…”

It’s Daniel’s fault.
Her head admits it, but her heart doesn’t understand.
Sylvia was feeling guilty.

“It’s been a week… I must pray to Goddess. She said thank you for giving me a week.”
“Priest…”

He prayed in front of Sylvia.
The holy light warmly fell.
That light also reached Rowen.

Rowen opened her eyes.

“The Goddess of Peace has spoken.”
“Yes?”

Sylvia stares at Rowen.
What message did she receive? She seemed curious.

She said, “She said there was a way to increase the priest’s lifespan.”
“Really?!”

At Rowen’s words, Sylvia jumped up and was delighted.
I haven’t told you the details yet.
She acted as if she had already secured a lifespan of years.

“How do you increase your lifespan? Rowen, come on, tell me. I’ll do my best to help…”
“…”

Loen took a pause.
With the nuance of being embarrassed to speak, she hesitated.

“Loen?”

Sylvia, who was excited by her expectations, urged Yen.
Rowen said.

“… The body of the priest has reached the end of its lifespan. It will naturally disintegrate after a week. The Goddess, who bought the priest’s faith high, said that she would restore his body.”
“Really?!”
“It is to restore the physical shell. Gluing the cracked bowl together. You said that the reduced lifespan does not return to its original state.”
“So what?”

Sylvia’s words sped up.
She was like a child who couldn’t wait.
It must mean that it is so earnest.

Rowen glanced at Sylvia for her.

“… He said it was our job to fill it.”
“Our share?”
“Sylvia, there is a prayer meeting in the Church of Peace where all church members gather and offer prayers to the goddess. You can see it as consciousness. Priests of Peace increase their divine power through prayer meetings.”
“Then the priest should have a prayer meeting too.”

Naturally.
To think so, because I was in a hurry.

Rowen paused her words.
And looked at me
She shut her mouth as if she couldn’t bear to speak.

I had no choice but to speak.

“Fifty people are needed for the Peace Church prayer meeting… Time is running out to get to the Church Headquarters. I can’t go in a week.”

I looked at Sylvia and said.

“Sylvia, do you remember what happened a few days ago? The day we first arrived in town, when we decided to stay at Sylvia’s house and came to her room.”
“…”

Her Sylvia’s face turned red.

“At that time, I was actually praying to the goddess. Members of the Church of Peace can pray together.”
“… Yes?”

Why do you do that when you pray?
It was such a look.

I spoke quickly.
I didn’t give him time to think and drove away.

“Sylvia, peace requires strength and love. We defeat evil with strength and embrace each other with love.”
“…”
“To pray to the Goddess of Peace, men and women must work together. Men and women who have her divine power are going through her affection.”
“…”
“Fortunately, the villagers seem to have divine power dwelling in their bodies. My blessing is still in my body.”
“Therefore…”

After organizing her thoughts, Sylvia stuttered.

“You mean that in order to extend the priest’s lifespan, the villagers must pray as a group, right? To the Goddess of Peace?”
“Yes that’s right.”
“That prayer is not a normal recitation of prayers, but each other…”
“Yes, it is an orgy.”
“That, there’s no way that’s possible!”

Sylvia, who seemed to be helping with anything, screamed at her reddened face.
It looks very embarrassing.