Abandoned Priest at the Hero’s Party

Chapter 58

Won’t You Run Anymore

Firefly fertilization. A mysterious fruit that permanently improves constitution and mental strength and restructures the body.

The moment he took a bite, Ardain realized that he had made a fatal mistake.

‘You can’t eat this now.’

When her own body reached its limit.

When you come to a point where it is no longer possible to improve with practice.

When something commonly called a wall stood in the way, it was a treasure that had to be swallowed. The true value of this fruit is that it allows you to exceed your limits when you reach your limits.

I felt like I was at a loss because I swallowed this precious thing now, but the gain is still a gain. The magic circuits engraved on her body were reconstructed more efficiently, and the speed at which she drew in the surrounding magic became faster. As the body was reconstructed closer to a more complete state, the bones became stronger, and the physical strength became stronger. Her appearance became more beautiful, and her body was revealed a little more.

‘It’s a great fruit. Permanently improving the constitution and talent even if it only works once… It is far superior to any elixir I know. How can you mass-produce something like this?’

The eyes of the princess could not be taken away from the golden tree. In my mind, I wanted to uproot that tree and plant it in the backyard of the Imperial Palace.

There are so many things you can do with that fruit that it makes me happy just thinking about it.

Just selling the right to take the fruit for money will bring you huge sums of money. Even though this is just the simplest way to use that fruit.

Ardein, as a former powerful man who knows whether wealth or power is more important, enjoyed imagining various ways to apply the firefly fertilization family. It can be given to those who are loyal to the imperial family to further strengthen their loyalty, or it can be used for trading with the great nobles who want to improve their own armed forces.

Otherwise, it can be used as a bait to gather his power. If she can make this fruit in large quantities, her constitution and musculature will be improved, and she can create her own elite army, much stronger than the normal army, in an instant. Even if you pick a thousand people right now and feed them that fruit, you can easily create a special forces unit.

The amazing wings of imagination soon ceased, as Kyle called her.

The reason was simple. Because he didn’t know what was waiting for him at Layton’s house.

If what was really there was a Shinigami, looking around, there was no one who had the right to subdue, except for this Ardein. Because God is not meant for humans to deal with.

Only a master like Ardein, or a hero in a similar rank, is qualified to fight against the gods. The lowered beings are battles and nabals, and only die from being caught up in the power of the gods.

“So, you are saying that it is presumed that what will be there is a Shinigami.”

The princess’s head turned rapidly once again.

She nodded in response to Kyle’s request. Of course, she had her own calculations.

What is a Shinigami? It is the temple’s greatest enemy. Although the kingdom and the temple are powerful, they also have a weakness, which is that they always have no choice but to emphasize doctrine.

If we take the evidence that the Shinigami has appeared and bring it to the front of the temple, will they have time to get involved in the politics of the Empire? He wouldn’t even have the spirit to interfere with Ardein’s work.

From that day on, all claims related to politics will not be escalated to the bishops, let alone the Pope.

Reaper. The person they serve is the most wary of a new born, and the enemies inside the temple will start to bite the initiator, asking if such a worldly thing can be seen right now.

Are you sane? The Goddess wants the death of the Shinigami, so does it have to be something else at this time? Is your guy a heretic?

So, as long as the existence of the Shinigami is certain, the day when the shrine will launch a political offensive against her will come a long time later. At least for the time being, I’ll have to focus on subjugating the Reaper.

‘If I can get the evidence, I might be able to turn the temple’s attention away from me… from the Empire.’

Of course, no matter how much she was, she didn’t really want what appeared on this earth to be a Shinigami.

God is an unpredictable being. Not to mention the reaper who was twisted from the root. It was very clear whether that would be a blessing or an annoyance. The reaper is a kind of disaster.

Although there could be a reflex benefit from it, the benefit would be absurdly small compared to the loss. The princess didn’t want the empire to become more messy.

However, if the Shinigami really appeared, somehow it would have to lead the situation in a beneficial direction. Opportunities always come in crisis.

*****

Vampires enjoyed the sunlight for the first time in their lives, and enjoyed it again. Some of them took off their tops and basked in the sunlight, but that was still considered a decent axis.

Some people were naked and enjoyed the sun without doing anything up and down. It is not noon, it is not summer, and although spring is lush, there is still a cold wind in the morning.

The sun wasn’t strong enough to enjoy, but they still spread their arms and enjoyed the sun. Some lay on the ground with their arms and legs spread out, shivering from the cold, enjoying the light.

Rocca, who slept well and woke up, was confused and shook her face. He must have thought he was still dreaming.

“Good morning?”

“Ah, Master!”

When he saw me, the child’s tail poked up. Loka looked around herself with a bewildered expression, then stood up and walked towards me. The child hugged me tightly, and so did I.

“I’m glad it’s okay. really.”

“Master, I won. I beat the woman who tried to catch me.”

Rocca clenched her fists with a much more confident attitude than before.

The child’s eyes lit up and told her saga. But his fists were trembling.

The first murder is like an indelible scar. You can make other wounds numerous so that one scar is not special. But the scars that have already left will never heal again.

“…and that’s how I turned her to ashes. Just by touching the light, that’s it.”

It doesn’t make sense to judge it right or wrong. It wouldn’t have been a better outcome for Roka to be caught without rebelling against Princess Kamira.

In the end, people have to live with injuries. If you don’t like it, you have to leave the world, hide in the mountains, and earn a living by digging for herbs. But such people are rare.

People are sometimes betrayed, sometimes frustrated, and wounded, yet clinging to each other.

Because it is the same person who can cover the wounds left by people.

The Lord takes care of me, and the Lord takes my wounds. That is my privilege as a priest, and that is why it is my duty to heal the wounds of others. But Loca doesn’t.

I just hope I can fully cover this child’s wounds.

“Rocca. I just woke up, so I’m resting here. I’m going to visit Layton’s mansion with the princess for a while. I don’t know what I’ll see there, but it won’t be good.”

“Are you going to leave me?”

“Maybe there is something very dangerous waiting for us. I…”

The child looked at me intently.

He didn’t even wait for the next word. Rocca nodded resolutely.

“master. There is one thing I learned while fighting.”

Loca didn’t let me go,

She wrapped her legs around her with her tail and sealed it off.

“If you run away, you will just keep getting pushed away. Once you step back, you can never go back to where you were. No more.”

So what can I say?

Already a determined determination had settled in the child’s eyes.

“How long has it been since we met, you’ve already grown up.”

It’s just weirdly, it’s just stroking my hair neatly.