The Academy’s Health Teacher Wants to Take a Break

Episode 27. Anyone who hears it will think I’m a saint.

-Tuk, tutuk.

Something small rolling on the floor of the wagon.

I picked it up to check it out, but everyone except me was focused on the saintess, not the foreign object.

“Saint… ….”

“Holy Lady!!!”

Among them, Vincent, the leader of the knights, was the one who couldn’t control his emotions and rushed at me.

“Holy Lady, can you hear my voice!? Holy Lady!”

In the way she urgently embraced the fallen saintess, she couldn’t find the solemn appearance she had before.

Is it because he is so worried about her?

“…… Ah.”

Fortunately, the saintess was exposed to the divine power emitted by the followers.

There will be no hindrance to recovery, and as long as breathing is secured, there will be no hindrance to speaking.

“Oh, Dad…… ?”

However, the muttering that followed immediately after was completely unexpected.

At the time Vincent’s body shrank, the saintess, who was aware of the reaction, withdrew her gaze from him.

“… No, it was Vincent.”

Within moments of her, she glanced down at her own hand, which was hanging beneath her.

Carefully moving her hand, which was shaking at my will, toward my chest.

“Am I alive?”

The beating of her heart felt by her is proof that she is alive.

Vincent heard her voice, then lowered her head and said quietly.

“Yes. Fortunately.”

“… Okay.”

After accepting her answer, she quietly closed her eyes.

Like sinking the barely regained consciousness below the surface.

“Oh, Heide.”

“Thank you for your mercy.”

Seeing her like that, the believers around her bowed their heads and started chanting prayers.

That prayer must be directed towards the god they serve.

However, only the knight who embraced her body was stroking the cheek of the sleeping saintess without participating in the thanks.

Because I felt my heart getting heavy just by looking at it.

“…Even if I had an accident, I must have hit it right.”

With a muttering of “Please, I hope so,” I finally turned my back and distanced myself from them.

Caught in my hand.

Looking at the thing that stopped the saintess’ breath alone.

***

The eczema night air fills the forest.

Leaving her saintess in the care of her priests, I took the time to get away from the crowd and smoke a cigarette while perched on a nearby ledge.

The discarded butts under it must be a reminder of how much time has passed.

“…… A follower of Clea.”

Someone approached when the number exceeded five.

The gold-rimmed armor is now familiar, but now that the helmet has been removed, the bare face toward me is clearly visible.

Just like the saintess, the face of a man with black hair and black eyes is a very rare feature on this continent.

“Is the saintess all right?”

“Yes, now he is comforting the anxious believers.”

Wow, a patient who has to be comforted by therapists while receiving treatment.

Anyway, when I snorted, thinking that a country aristocrat would be more suitable than a saint if I wanted power, he quietly settled down on the ledge of the rock where I was sitting.

“If it wasn’t for you, something big would have happened. On behalf of the church, thank you. Thanks to her, the saintess was able to save her life…….”

It was an unexpected thank you to me.

Usually people who believe in religion are often at a standstill, and I behaved incomprehensibly in front of them.

In fact, wasn’t there a case where blood transfusion or open surgery was forbidden for religious reasons even where I originally lived?

It wasn’t enough to allow the treatment in such a yard, and to say thank you in person.

“… Rather, I should be grateful. Please forgive me generously for waving her hand against the saintess.”

On the one hand, I even felt respect for him who believed in me while bending my convictions.

At least from believer to believer.

“However, that gratitude is only from our point of view, the saintess probably doesn’t think so.”

“What… ….”

“Do you know what this is?”

I quietly put the thing I was holding in his hand in front of him.

A small iron ball.

When I injected mana into it, I could confirm that its volume slightly increased.

“It is a magic tool that increases in volume when injected with mana. It is mainly used by apprentice wizards to practice mana management. It is easy to obtain as well.”

“… ….”

“… Why was this hanging around her neck? There is no sign of anyone infiltrating the carriage.”

Vincent can’t bear to answer my words.

But those eyes were trembling violently.

Not because I noticed what I was trying to say.

Forcibly sticking to the truth I was ignoring, I just don’t know what to do.

“As far as I know, the saintess of Heide is directly selected by the Halo of Heide from among her apprentices, but is that true?”

“…… Yes.”

Vincent responds belatedly.

At the same time, there weren’t many times when he grabbed his mouth, so he looked distressed.

“The reason why the younger attendant was chosen as a saint must have been because she followed the teachings of her ancestors that those who accompany the new era should be together even with its birth.”

Isn’t the saintess of the previous generation also used for promotional purposes as a face madam?

There is a setting that she will rise to the position at a relatively young age as she must definitely attract the attention of the public, but the previous saintess handed over her seat to the current saintess after the war.

That’s because I expected that a completely different era would unfold after the war…

Moreover, it must have been because they hoped that the era of peace would continue.

“You’re out of luck. All of a sudden, her real daughter is chosen as a saint in this rapidly changing era.”

You can’t call a father a father and a daughter a daughter.

Thanks to that, she was able to escort her in the nearest place, but she couldn’t pay attention to the inside, so she had no choice but to let the current incident happen.

Without even being able to offer the minimum consolation that her father should give, she just has to watch as she speaks to the hearts of her worried followers…

Is that really something that can be endured with sober mind?

“…… Follower of Clea.”

Yes, it was from that kind of desperation that the treatment was allowed at that time.

My current remarks must have originated from that feeling.

“Can I ask you a favor?”

He is the father of a daughter, and yet he still claims to be a knight who supports the gods.

In response to the man’s question, I quietly asked back while removing the cigarette from his mouth.

“What?”

“Please, take the saintess to her destination ahead of us.”

“…He said something.”

A decision that anyone would consider hasty.

Even more so, entrusting that role to a member of another church was an act that did not make sense from common sense.

“Well, with an accident like this certainly happening, it won’t be easy to spend a day with this group. I hate to say this, but there is a risk that there will be traitors within this group.”

Of course, to carry out a surprise operation perfectly, it would be best to have a spy inside, but since ancient times, priests valued faith the most.

Would it be easy to induce them to harm the church when there is even a divine power to prove that faith?

“So that must be the ostensible reason… Is there any other reason?”

As much as I am a religious person, I know that well.

So I could immediately notice that there was another reason for entrusting the saintess.

“Because believers, including me, do not understand the saintess’ heart.”

As if to teach me that my guess is not wrong, he continued to speak with difficulty, albeit with a tight voice.

“No, even if I understand, I have to turn away. That’s what supporting everyone is like that.”

“… ….”

“… But maybe it’s different for you. You understand us, but you won’t treat the saintess the same way we do.”

What do you mean, different?

Just because they serve different gods but respect each other?

Or because the saint called me personally?

If it was the latter, I would have no choice but to face it.

The reason for the previous situation may have been the conversation we had when the saintess called me personally.

“It’s a bit burdensome. No matter how much we respect each other, entrusting an important member of the church to a believer who worships another god…….”

That’s why I tried to politely decline.

“Neither do I trust you without reason.”

Nevertheless, he made a last plea to me as if he had no regrets.

To the point where you can clearly see his black eyes on a clear moonlit night.

“Can you prove one… Just one thing here?”

“Prove it, what?”

“I want you to implement Halo.”

With the young sincerity in his eyes, I could immediately grasp that what he was saying was not done with an empty heart.

“…If anyone hears it, they’ll think I’m a saint.”

Certainly, implementing Halo is in itself a sure way to prove that the person is a noble being.

However, as you may have felt on previous pilgrimages, implementing Halo is not easy even when dozens of believers gather together.

A person who can be realized as a single person should be at least a saint or pope chosen by Halo himself.

In such a circumstance, to ask for something like that as a proof of trust.

“… Is it a crowd?”

“No, it is possible.”

Anyway, if it proves that much, I would like to welcome it.

I burst into laughter and clasped my hands in front of him and recited a prayer in my heart.

“Clé, please come out.”

A small light leaked out along with the earnest blue that continued at the end.

The light gradually coalesced to create two hands imitating those of an adult woman.

Clea, the god of medicine.

She came to this place after receiving my call.

-… ….

“… A little small compared to Heide, right?”

When I put her in front of her, she felt intimidated for some reason.

The reason why I was able to implement Halo was because I affirmed the existence of God, but more so it was because I had a strong thought that ‘if this is enough, I can sustain it’.

No, to be exact, it’s closer to taking care of it than supporting it.

God, whose history is only 20 years old, is nothing short of a baby compared to other denominations.

“Meet Clea, the god of medicine as a disciple of Heide.”

However, to put that anxiety to shame, he got down on his knees and bowed his head toward Clee.

The pagan god. The figure of the paladin bowing his head at that piece.

That in itself was enough to prove his trust in me.

At the same time I developed trust in him.

***

A time when the cold air of dawn fills the forest.

While the fatigued clergy went to sleep, and the paladins in charge of vigil guarded the campsite, I was preparing to leave the place with one person.

“Are you feeling well?”

“Yes, thanks… ….”

“Then let’s start right away.”

Josephine, the Black Saint of Heide.

Although she looked a little tired as she followed me, there was no hesitation on her part.

I’m sure the remaining priests will be fine as Vincent is persuading them.

“Sorry for the late hour, but please.”

– Hee hee.

So, she put her saintess on top of the unicorn, and while sitting in front of it, she quietly squeezed the reins.

He is a child who filters out the riders, but fortunately he didn’t filter out the saint.

Nothing. If the unicorn misses the saintess, the church will split in half and perish on that day.

-Dagdak, dagdak.

A unicorn running through a rough forest road at a rather high speed.

Not only the speed, but also the strength of its hooves is worthy of its name.

At this speed, it shouldn’t take too long to reach our destination.

“Saintess.”

But if it’s just a little while, we’ll have plenty of time to talk.

“No, would it be better to call you Mr. Sepin when the two of you are alone?”

“…… Call me whatever is convenient for you.”

The answer came back, but the voice was still weak.

Looking at that figure, I felt my heart weaken for some reason, but that was only to the extent of delaying what I had to say.

That’s because I thought it was strange from the beginning.

Why is there something wrong with the health of the holder of her divine power?

Although anemia is said to be applied independently of divine power, she does not have any wrong eating habits due to the nature of the church.

Why suffer from anemia when there is no problem with nutrition supply…

There are also various things, but after going through this situation, the possibility has been narrowed down to one.

“Why did you want to commit suicide?”

Yes, the trauma caused by draining her blood can be erased through her holy power.

“… ….”

Despite putting that conviction in her mouth, she didn’t say anything.

I just put more strength into her hand that hugged her body.

It just puts more weight on the body against the back.