It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 7
I bit my lip hard, and placed my hand over the wound.
“It might tickle a bit. Just bear with it for a moment.”
The foundation of any miracle born from divine power is an earnest heart, praying sincerely to the gods.
People who sought out a healing priest often brought small offerings, hoping that even a modest gift would encourage a heartfelt prayer.
Forced or insincere prayers rarely bore fruit—that much had been proven time and time again.
Thankfully, my desire for Lionel’s wound to heal was genuine.
Though he was the one who had brought me to the dangerous capital from the safety of the monastery, I didn’t harbor any resentment toward him.
In that moment…
“Sasha, it seems you may have to go. His Grace keeps insisting on bringing in another healing priest. You’re our last option.”
I’d simply felt helpless and…scared.
“Not only will these monastery priests but also your own family live far better lives. The choice is yours alone.”
I just hadn’t had the courage to refuse.
Honestly… the pay he promised was too much to turn down.
The sum was so large that I assumed he was tending to a critical patient. I thought I’d be able to complete the treatment quickly and return to the monastery.
So I’d agreed, not knowing that the one waiting for me would be Vivian, who was merely somewhat frail.
In the end, some of the responsibility for my current situation fell on me.
While I couldn’t say I had no regrets, if Lionel could ensure my timely departure from the capital, I’d have no lingering grievances.
A manifestation of divinity: Form, Healing.
I could feel the sacred mark just above my navel begin to warm.
Of course, healing isn’t the only thing divine power can achieve.
Two of the rarest forms are “Divine Revelation,” which allows for direct communication with the gods, and “Prophecy.” Those who possessed these two abilities were immediately venerated as saints or saintesses.
“Punishment” and “Healing” were less uncommon manifestations for priests or holy knights with divine power.
About a hundred in every ten thousand could perform basic holy healing for minor wounds or simple illnesses like a cold. Mid-level holy healing, which could reattach a severed limb, was possible for ten of those hundred. And only one in those ten could perform advanced healing, capable of full regeneration.
I happened to be a rare case—someone who grew stronger with every use of my divine power.
While I could initially only perform basic healing, I had advanced to the point where I could perform high-level healing on a specific individual.
From what I could see, Lionel’s wound required at least mid-level healing.
Intensity of manifestation: High. Target: Lionel Luanax.
Following my prayer for divine mercy and compassion, healing power began to flow into his wound.
It fused broken bones, sealed torn flesh, and breathed new life into his bloodied body.
‘Perhaps I could take a quick peek at how he got injured.’
I’d deliberately used a higher level of power for this reason. High-level divine manifestation included additional effects.
You may recall memories absorbed through divine power.
This was another ability I’d acquired as my skills evolved.
‘Alright, let’s confirm it.’
With that resolve, the vision unfolded before me.
A dark alley with no moonlight, distant sounds of rowdy commotion echoing from afar.
“Your Grace, we can’t pursue any further.”
“So, we’ve lost them again.”
Lionel’s voice, heavy with fatigue.
Corpses littered the alley, blackened shapes strewn in every direction.
Crouching, Lionel removed the masks from each corpse, examining their faces. Yet, each one was so disfigured it was impossible to identify them.
Though he’d been on high alert, the ambush still came suddenly.
Sensing bloodlust, Lionel unsheathed his sword, clashing with his attacker’s blade. Unfortunately, there wasn’t just one opponent.
There were three of them.
