Kays Translations
Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 32: The Pride of the Clergy
“Gilbert!”
A vast white flash suddenly spread before my eyes, and I frantically jumped from the wagon.
Gilbert collapsed in the distance. Dolph and the others rushed toward him.
After confirming he still breathed, the men carried him to the village entrance, where the clergy immediately began treating him.
All I could do was cover him with a blanket from the wagon and pray.
After that flash, every trace of reddish black had truly vanished. No one spoke of it, perhaps because astonishment and confusion had stolen their voices.
“The quantity of paralyzing poison in his body and its progression are far worse than in the mercenary we just treated. How could he move in this condition…?”
The priest murmured. The mercenary who had just regained consciousness after treatment hurried over.
“Can you save him? This happened because of me. He saved my life—please!”
“Don’t worry. Strangely, his symptoms are mild considering the amount of poison.”
After offering a reassuring smile, the priest’s expression turned serious as he began healing magic. Other clergy gathered and added their own spells. Color gradually returned to Gilbert’s pale face.
“The poison has been neutralized and his body purified. He exhausted all his strength and is now asleep.”
“That’s great! Oh, good! Thank you!”
The watching mercenary burst into loud tears. Relief overwhelmed me as well, and I couldn’t stop crying.
The priest smiled kindly as the mercenary sobbed and thanked him repeatedly.
“There’s no need to thank me. In a manner of speaking, our power comes from your prayers.”
The other clergy nodded in agreement.
“The prayers countless people offer without fanfare each day are the source of every blessing. Through training and prayer, we clergy are permitted to receive that protection and wield it as healing and purification magic.”
“Being thanked is an honor, but a priest mustn’t grow proud because of it. Please offer your gratitude to the Goddess in prayer instead.”
The clergy smiled.
After some time, a private soldier who had searched the village during the treatment returned.
“…There isn’t a single undead beast anywhere.”
Relieved silence answered him.
“Everyone, listen. Forgive me, but I have a favor to ask.”
Dolph raised his voice, wearing the sternest expression I had ever seen on him.
“For a short time, please tell no one what happened here or what you saw. We must protect him.”
Everyone quietly turned to face Dolph.
“…We understand, old man. None of us knows what those in power are thinking anymore. We who live here can believe only what we see with our own eyes and hear with our own ears.”
The mercenary spoke gravely. The equally serious private soldiers considered with folded arms, then nodded.
“True… But we have some duty to report to our lord. We can delay matters, but can’t promise absolute secrecy—although he too has reservations about His Majesty.”
“That’s enough. If anything similar happens again, people will learn eventually.”
Dolph smiled with narrowed eyes.
“If someone questions you before then, say it involved some peculiar device made by a strange old man. I’m quite skilled at playing the fool.”
Dolph laughed, deliberately lightening the mood.
No one objected. I thought he had judged correctly. Perhaps everyone understood his intentions, although nobody knew precisely what had occurred. Certain words came to mind, yet not one person spoke them. Having fought together, we shared a strange solidarity.
Even after his treatment ended, Gilbert remained asleep.
With everyone’s help, we placed him in the wagon and returned to town.