I’m Not a Saint, Not a Priest, Just a Healer

In fact, Rudvik didn’t understand why he had become a champion either.
Born and raised in Marlen, Rudvik naturally became an adventurer.
He had an excellent physique and outstanding stamina.
With exceptional peripheral vision and strength, he encountered goblins while playing near the city gates when he was about ten years old.
At that time, he killed three goblins with a wooden stick lying around, which became the reason he chose the spear as his main weapon.
In Marlen, spears were very popular as weapons.
It was also where the legend of the Divine Spear Ricardo was passed down, and above all, isn’t the spear a cool weapon?
Thus, he learned and honed spear techniques, and at the age of thirteen, he officially registered as an adventurer.
It’s been 10 years since then.
After 10 years, Rudvik became a gold-rank adventurer.
He wasn’t afraid of any of the Four Directional Ruins, and he didn’t fear whatever appeared.
His spear was faster than a sabertiger, attacked farther than a poison frog, was heavier than a golem, and bewildered enemies more hazily than a ghost.
And on that fateful day.
The Celestial Deity descended before Rudvik and said that an unprecedented calamity was approaching, so she was appointing him as a champion.
As proof, he received the light spear, a weapon bestowed by the Celestial Deity.
A sacred divine weapon that remains hidden normally but reveals itself in response to his call.
And without hesitation, Rudvik set out on a journey following the Celestial Deity’s revelation to go to Evian to meet the saint who would accompany him.
Towards Evian, a place at the very end of the continent, far, far away.
“But no matter how I look at it, to call her a saint is really…”
Rudvik, who was staying in the guest room of the viscount’s mansion, sat in the bathtub lost in thought.
Where there’s a champion, there should be a saint.
Rudvik naturally thought so.
The champion’s journey to slay the Demon King, the champion’s quest.
For this champion’s quest, party members including the saint are essential, and Rudvik thought that at least for a saint…
“Shouldn’t she be the most beautiful woman in the world?”
In that sense, he thought that healer Yona would naturally be the saint.
He knows well the difference between a healer and a priest.
But for an adventurer of Rudvik’s caliber, it doesn’t really matter whether it’s a healer or a priest.
As long as they don’t get hurt, it’s fine.
Then what’s important is beauty, of course.
Shouldn’t a saint naturally be a woman of exceptional beauty?
When he opened his eyes in that forest, Rudvik had to struggle to calm his pounding heart.
Long, milky white hair and brightly sparkling golden eyes.
Cheeks flushed with a healthy glow.
And snow-white skin.
The black nun’s habit worn over that skin, and the white holy cloth wrapped around her right arm.
To top it off, the feminine volume that so clearly asserted its presence even over the nun’s habit.
Wasn’t she like the very model of a saint?
“But for such an immature girl to be the saint…”
Bigrind, was it…
That red-haired saint.
No matter how carefully he looked, she seemed quite lacking compared to the girl called Yona.
“…Is she amazing when undressed?”
It doesn’t seem likely.
Anyway, for that reason, the champion decided to include Yona in his champion’s party, of which he would be the leader.
Viscount Kartein, Bishop Phoebe, and even Saint Bigrind all objected, but well, what does he care?
If he says so, that’s how it will be.
Moreover, Rud felt something the moment he saw Yona.
He couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was, but this woman had something.
Her insistence that she was a man, or that she came from another world.
Isn’t there a legend passed down in his hometown of Marlen as well?
They probably don’t know about such legends here in Evian, but in Marlen, there was someone who made similar claims—
A descendant of the Celestial Deity.
“It might be similar. Maybe even the same person.”
Rudvik got out of the bathtub and dried himself with a towel.
As expected of a towel used in a nobleman’s mansion of viscount rank, it absorbed water really well.
*
“What do you think?”
Viscount Kartein asked Bishop Phoebe as he tapped the ash from his cigarette into the ashtray.
Bishop Phoebe briefly pressed his lips tightly at his question and similarly tapped the ash from his cigarette.
“…He is truly a frivolous person.”
“I felt the same, but is that man really the champion?”
In Viscount Kartein’s view, Rudvik had aspects closer to a scoundrel that were embarrassing to call a champion.
Viscount Kartein had heard of the healer called Yona.
Of course, not for her reputation as a healer.
Since she’s not an adventurer, he doesn’t know how capable a healer she is, but he has heard her name because of her outstanding beauty.
“He must be the champion. The common eyewitness accounts say he used a divine weapon, so it must be true… Well, even if it’s not, the truth will be revealed when we go to Infula.”
“Then, is it alright to just leave things as they are?”
Phoebe stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.
He should smoke better cigarettes; the acrid smoke seemed to eloquently declare that this cigarette was cheap.
A viscount should pay attention to his cigarettes as well.
“We have no choice. What does it matter if he includes that woman Yona? Besides, if he lusts after that woman and doesn’t touch the saint, that might be fortunate.”
“Well, that’s true, but… Bishop.”
“Yes, speak, Viscount.”
Viscount Kartein, who had already finished his cigarette, took out another new one from the cigarette case.
The viscount tilted the candlestick standing on the table illuminating the reception room to light his cigarette and exhaled a long stream of smoke.
“They say a demon appeared… Does this really mean the Demon King will appear?”
“The demon, you say…”
Phoebe fell into thought, humming.
Listening carefully to the explanations of those who returned from the subjugation team, that demon was clearly not a direct descent of the true body.
If a demon had truly descended in its true form, it’s nonsensical that it would be defeated by such a subjugation team.
Even with a champion present, it’s unbelievable that they caught the demon with so few casualties.
But explaining this to the viscount who is not a divine researcher would be pointless, so Phoebe slowly nodded.
“There is a possibility, indeed. The appearance of a demon is essentially like a herald of the Demon King. The Demon King will likely descend.”
“Is that so…”
The viscount sighed deeply.
Demon King, Demon King.
Even rolling the words in his mouth, it didn’t feel real.
Why does this Demon King, who is said to have brought bloodshed to this continent every time he appeared, choose to appear in this generation of all times?
Moreover, in the midst of increasingly tense relations between the Kapatia Empire and the Katus Empire.
Of course, if the Demon King appears, everything from Kapatia to Katus will be thrown into chaos, so the entire continent should unite to oppose it, but human affairs don’t go so smoothly.
To the south, the Katus Empire; to the west, the Naiaso Grand Priest Alliance; to the north, the Ezero Arch-Priest Empire; and to the east, even the Orc and Dwarf Kingdoms.
For the Kapatia Empire, surrounded on all sides by enemies, the current situation is nothing short of precarious.
“Worrying among ourselves won’t yield any answers. So, for now, whether he’s the champion or not, let’s leave things as he wants. What’s important is that Bigrind has become a saint, and this will work favorably for other priestly nations as well. So let’s leave it be for now.”
At Phoebe’s words, the viscount again exhaled a long stream of smoke.
“If our empire, surrounded on all sides by enemies, could spread divine light widely because of Saint Bigrind, that would be truly good. The empire we’ve built over hundreds of years must not fall in our generation…”
“It will be so. Don’t worry too much.”
The viscount nodded silently.
*
“Why is this really happening?”
Even after Alec had left, Yona was still in a daze.
It was clearly fine below the wrist before.
She couldn’t understand why, why it had spread all the way to her hand.
The bigger problem was that she didn’t know when it had spread.
She had gone with Kalson’s party wearing the holy cloth, and immediately after returning, she had participated in the subjugation team.
She hadn’t unwrapped the holy cloth in between, so she had no idea when this had spread.
Looking at both arms, it was even more ridiculous.
The left arm was pure white skin, but the right arm was covered in pitch-black tattoos.
If it were just completely black to the point of being unrecognizable, it might not look strange, but because the letters are engraved, glimpses of skin show through, making it obvious that it’s a tattoo.
“Ah, this is really driving me crazy. Is this some kind of deadly disease?”
Yona was on the verge of tears.
They said it wasn’t magic, nor was it tainted by demonic energy, they just said these were letters, but how can letters proliferate?
Moreover, if it were something sinister, she wouldn’t be able to wrap the holy cloth around it.
“…This won’t do.”
She couldn’t just wait around.
Yona abruptly got up from the bed where she had been rolling around and wrapped the holy cloth around her right arm again.
“I have no choice. It’s really reluctant, but…”
She had to go see Alebien.
Since Teacher Eije said she didn’t know anything else, Alebien might have found something in the past few days.
Even if he didn’t come, Yona thought she should go and ask him directly.
“I hope he’s found something…”
Yona muttered as she opened the door.
“Hello there. My love.”
A fairy was standing right in front of the door.
It was a fairy with angular glasses and eyes that seemed to have gone completely mad.