Chapter 400 – The Angel in the Inn Room

Theodor Spenta was shot like an arrow with a single flap of his wings and escaped from his position.

Atra moved her gaze carefully in the awkward silence.

And the condition of Roman’s one arm was unknown behind the scenes. The eyes opened wide as they recognized that correctly.

“···Tongue, brother, we need to get treatment quickly!”

“Oh, I see.”

“I see. It’s not…!”

Atra jumped at Roman’s indifference, looking at her arm and talking about it as if it was someone else’s wound.

The embarrassment that the Yongin people created and left is an embarrassment, and the treatment is treatment.

Atra, seeing the condition of Roman’s arm, hurriedly rolled her eyes back and forth.

She quietly looked for a place to focus her mind.

They say she stepped into the center and then came out to the outskirts to avoid the crowds, but this is the exact opposite of the first time.

I’ve gone too far to return to the church right now.

In the streets where Theodore left and the heat disappeared, the crowd began to grow as if it had never been so.

‘Time is running out… We need to treat it as quickly as possible…’

Should we force our way through the denomination? Atra shook his head at such concerns.

It will take a detailed diagnosis to find out, but it is an extraordinary fire that Theodor Spenta was harboring.

If your arm is brushed or swept away by a group of people passing by, the laceration may become severe enough to cause permanent damage.

So the place Atra pointed with her trembling finger.

Roman’s eyes moved along his white fingers.

“Let’s go over there… It’s still daylight and I just need to rent a room for a little while!”

“All right.”

Atra, as a result of her learning from Farsten, showed great coping skills by not saying a word and only handing over her money.

It is the time of the festival called Giwonje, and it is a quiet place just a few steps from the center.

Atra, bitten by those conditions, had no choice but to rent a room at her inn at a price several times higher than expected.

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Is it because I spent the day breathing in the same place as Roman at Farsten’s inn?

Atra put Roman on her chair and calmly injected her divine power into his arms.

She faithfully followed and implemented her diagnostic and treatment regimen for burns.

Damage to the skin caused by fire.

The severity may vary depending on the depth of the heat, but the pain is definitely not something to laugh at.

However, the truth is that the treatment of her burns was not much different from that of scratches in the face of her saint Atra’s magic magic.

Despite having such a brilliant record.

Roman’s horrific wounds, which burned away the skin below her elbows, showed no sign of healing with simple treatment.

The reason was obvious.

If there is no problem with her saintly condition or divine power, the problem is with the capabilities of the person who left her scar.

‘If it weren’t for Brother Roman’s body, healing itself might have been impossible…’

Fortunately, there is something surprising about her: although she looks miserable on the outside, her senses are intact enough to distinguish between touch and temperature.

It is a wound that cannot be treated with ordinary sexual magic, but Roman’s body continues to regenerate and heal naturally over time.

Roman explained that only the outside was like this because the inside was transformed by aurors, and the inside was fine, but it was not an explanation that resonated with Atra.

“Ordinary healing has no effect at all. This will require proper high-level holy magic.”

“···.”

“When I saw it, I felt it was an unusual glow, but I had no idea it would be this bad.”

How many people on this continent can fix this? How many people can survive this unscathed?

“Please wait a moment.”

Roman didn’t say anything to Atra, who got up and hurried to get ready.

She watches because she is curious to see how the saint reacts to this situation.

The saintess first whined and dragged the pure white blanket from her bed.

I spread it out neatly on the floor to make room.

She stood on top of him, wiggling her dainty bare feet, and opened her mouth.

“Brother, you can just stay there. Let us begin.”

“All right.”

Atra, holding her cross with both hands as it fluttered over her breasts, knelt on her blanket and closed her eyes.

From there, a brightly shining divine power emanated. She offers her prayers in a reverent and respectful voice.

– A golden wind blowing from the east. Sword of fire. Guardian of the Tree of Life. You are an errand boy who carries the miracles of the Goddess with noble virtue. Please take pity on those who struggle in pain and cannot sleep and erase the shadow they cast.

– A reverse angel of five qualities.

‘Angel?!’

A reference to an unknown entity that has never been seen in the game and was only mentioned as a setting.

Roman was so startled that he almost jumped out of his seat.

It was an angel with his eyes covered by a white cloth who tore through space and appeared as a light source that filled the inn room.

The length of her hair, the line of her chin, and the silhouette of her body have an unmistakable female appearance, but it does not feel like they are the same life.

‘···Statue? A work of art? It looks like something from somewhere.’

Unlike the devil, the angel in front of me does not breathe and does not even have an internal pulse.

The demons I’ve killed so far have shed blood, but the angels don’t know because they’ve never dealt with Roman.

– ■■, ■■■.

“That’s right.”

The angel who answered the call spoke a language that Roman could not understand.

Atra, unlike Roman, showed positivity as if he understood the meaning.

– ■■.

A book and a staff appear in the angel’s hands.

Then she pointed at Roman, who was sitting, with a long cane in her hand.

The book held in one hand glows and the skin quickly recovers.

That’s it.

The angel who appeared and completed the treatment radiated light and disappeared.

After checking that her arm was back in perfect condition, Roman stood up and expressed his gratitude and apology to Atra.

“I’m sorry, Atra. You’ve been receiving self-medication twice a day.”

“No. Brother, I believe you have resolved a problem that could have escalated to a minimum.”

Even Atra knows who the dragon people are.

The moment Roman called out the name of the dragon people who suddenly appeared and was sure, his feet got tangled and he almost hit his butt.

I had already heard rumors about Theodor Spenta of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, so it felt like a miracle that his interest had ended like this.

“You unintentionally became involved with a difficult person. The saint also used her divine power unplanned.”

“I ended up studying. I also realized how lacking my holy magic is…”

It is true that I used a lot of divine power by making an angel appear just now.

Without this, he became aware of the existence of a wound that could not be healed. Even though there was no uncleanness that needed to be purified, the severity far exceeded the traces left behind by the monster.

When Atra pouted her lips and lowered her eyebrows, she looked like she was about to fall into a swamp of self-blame and rebuke.

Roman asked a question to distract the saint.

“Atra. Although the flow has been interrupted, how would you like to eat?”

“··· You were originally going to head inside, right? I was so nervous that I even forgot I was hungry.”

“I really don’t know what to say. I think it’s inevitable since such a stormy person passed by.”

Like Roman, Atra agrees with the expression that it is like a storm.

Theodore’s words, which she had barely forgotten, came back to her mind.

– Did you just happen to be trying to reproduce? I don’t know anything else, but I can’t interfere with this.

– A male with strong and good seeds… No. You met a human male. Leave as many children as possible to make me happy in the future.

‘Me and your brother’s child?!’

Her face also heats up and she seeks out cold water.

Atra isn’t sure if Roman doesn’t pay attention to Theodore’s words at all or if he doesn’t show it out of consideration for the atmosphere.

‘But does that mean it appears that way to some people…?’

That’s what she thought when she looked around while eating bread, but she also thought that if she was with Roman, they might seem like that kind of relationship.

Is it because he is sure that Roman is not selfish towards him? She felt different than when the saint tried to force her into every word she said.

This may be a vicarious sense of satisfaction for something I have never experienced before.

Such a conclusion.

“Atra. Would you like to leave now? Or you can rest comfortably. We have time until lunch tomorrow.”

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“Hmm.”

The saint gathered back the elves of Blanc who had left behind to face her saint.

And, wondering if she might have returned to her church during this gap, she stepped forward again.

‘As expected, it’s not there yet…’

Up until this time, when she looked back on the saint’s visit, even though she had no schedule, she quietly kept her place.

So she scheduled her discussion for lunch tomorrow, but she thought she could meet her at the church at any time.

However, the expectations were spectacularly wrong.

‘Is it because of the prayer ceremony? Or the escort?’

Those are the two factors to be expected. Perhaps one or both of these things had an impact.

First of all, personnel must be released. Regardless of the reason, she thought that the first thing to do was to capture the whereabouts of her saint, so the saint came to the entrance of her church.

She tried to give a search order to the elves lined up.

Until a dragon fell from the sky.

Kwaang -!!

The stone floor was shattered and dust rose up.

Blanc’s elites quickly formed ranks to protect the saint.

“What are you doing!”

An unexpected commotion.

Covering her mouth and nose with her cloak, the saint raised her voice.

“···.”

Boo!!

The dragon race waved its wings and instantly blew away the rising dust and glared at the saint.

Lord Verois Blanc was relieved to see her familiar face, but her frown showed her anger.

“You…What are you doing?”

One of the dragon people who, like Algrat, is responsible for the prayer ceremony.

The saint was also in a position worthy of questioning.

“Evil. Consider this an honor. Theodor Spenta is looking for you.”

“W-What?!”

“Follow me.”