Adventurers Who Don’t Believe in Humanity Will Save The World

As usual, Zem was sperm in herb making and healing the injured.

Zem's healing is polite and unmistakable, and many other patients come besides face-to-face women.

Many humans still lined up in Zem's infirmary today.

Now both mother and child were giving medication to patients who caught a cold, and mother and child complimented Zem.

"Thank you, Master Zem. It really helps to have someone like you."

"No, because this is what I do"

"Speaking of which, I heard you promote yourself to a senior cleric or something."

To the words, Zem frowned.

The story did reach Zem's ear.

Normally, however, senior clerics should gain the experience they deserve.

You have to go through a lot of hard work, such as pilgrimaging around and getting letters of recommendation from some temples.

In his twenties, and having never been on a pilgrimage journey, Zem gets promoted and other horizontal pieces pass.

For that reason, Zem had told the temple chief, who had taken the promotion story, that he would resign.

"No way, it doesn't work for a young man like me or anything"

"Really... Thank you to the likes of us."

Zem laughs bitterly and listens to the patient.

It would result in futile jealousy even if it was too conspicuous.

Zem thought so and decided not to take the words of praise too seriously.

But that was already too late.

"Out of the way! Zem's here!

"Hey, what are you guys......!?

Five clerics from the same gate suddenly broke in, dragging the crowd rampantly.

The patients, bewildered, stare alternately at Zem with the cleric who came in.

"Lord Kroa, Lord Shake... what the hell is going on, folks?

"Hmm, white!

What came was an intermediate cleric of the same rank as Zem.

At the head of the line is a forty tangled man named Khloa, who has always been a windy man against Zem.

I don't even have to think about why. Whoever saw it, it was because the older intermediate clerics were jealous of Zem, who had emerged as an intermediate cleric at an unusual rate.

"... I'm sorry, but you can't say anything from me unless you tell me why"

"Do you still want to hang up Shira! You immoral priest!

"So Lord Crore..."

Zem thought it wasn't obvious.

While the patients around them felt the disturbing air, they did not doubt Zem.

But the story that Crore and the others brought up was worthy of making everyone look up to heaven.

"If you really don't want to confess, there's nothing else to reveal here... Hey!"

"Ha."

A cleric of Crore's men brought a girl.

The face was crying, her hair messed up, and she acted as if she had been abusive.

"Millil! What's wrong!?

Zem gets up in surprise and tries to get to Millil's side.

But Khloe took control of it.

"Zem, you have a suspicion that you have raped this child."

"Ha!? What have you lost..."

It was Milil's screaming that blocked that Zem's words.

"Yes! This guy rambled me...... I believed you about Master Zem!

"Hey, what are you talking about, Millil...?

"Mind your own business, you're a bad forebearer! Take him away!

The people around them did not believe in this forceful arrest play.

It was too obvious no matter what anyone saw.

"My God, Master Zem has been treating me here all day!

"Are you willing to give a priest an opinion!?

"Hiya."

But a cleric is an honorary position.

It is inferior to the aristocracy and has many duties, but still has various privileges compared to the civilian population.

Whatever heals and imposes people, it is done for God's sake.

Civilians do not have the right to interrupt the work of clerics.

"Stop rambling!

Zem says so and eats and hangs on Croa, but Croa snorts and mocks.

"Then you must follow me very closely."

"Ku......!

◆

It was too forceful and unnatural from anyone's eyes until Zem was taken.

The people who took care of Zem and the women who put their thoughts on Zem raised protests.

But a new fact turns out.

There was poison grass on Zem's infirmary shelf.

Poison that paralyzes people.

Poison that brings excitement and is also used as an ecstasy.

Poison that results in tiredness.

All this wasn't wet clothes.

Because there were patients who actually saw it stored in Zem's infirmary medicine box.

Except the poison and the pills are all on paper.

Zem was opening his books and formulating various medications.

I'm just using poison grass for medication.

But few civilians can understand that.

At least I don't understand poor patients who even have difficulty reading letters.

On the other hand, the clerics, who were quite knowledgeable as pharmacists, were either jealous of Zem, or mouthed to keep the firepowder from coming down on them.

And...

"Ha... it's a problem"

Madias, the clergyman of the Temple of Rodiane, whined to the deputy clergyman in the office.

"What are you going to do?

"More people moved in jealousy than I could have imagined. Unfortunately, Zem's in exile."

Madias was convinced of Zem's innocence.

But I dared to avoid defending myself.

Madias is the chief cleric and the supreme power of this temple.

His duty, which should be given the highest priority, is to preserve the temple.

And it was to lay the groundwork for my position.

"There have been outrageous rumors that Zem is a man after a child like Millil... no, it's horrible with so many people returning their palms."

He was too beautiful.

"Yes, so it was popular with women, but not with men."

"It wasn't, it was too beautiful for a woman."

"Huh?"

"Anything too beautiful is jealous even of the opposite sex. You're too pretty, too. You'll see."

"Ha... is that what it is"

"Anyway, Zem made too many enemies. He was too innocent to bribe the clergy upstairs, to accept bribes from his men for convenience, and if he had built his own faction, there would have been clergy to defend him. Just a little shaken up. It looks like this. I don't know what else to do when this happens. And."

"And?"

"This time, I can also grip the weaknesses of the priests who fell into Zem. Not a bad thing."

"You're a bad person..."

For such thoughts, the upper echelons of the temple overlooked the wrongs inflicted on Zem.

Close human jealousy and the "maybe" curiosity of many folks.

And when it came to power, Zem's sacrifice was good.

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After three months in prison, Zem was to be kicked out of the city's back gate.

There was some confusion that this had been a long prison term.

Expulsion after suspicion and anger subsided that it was not a wrongful crime and Zem's scandal became treated as if it were true. By doing so, I avoided the temple being resented by the people.

And more importantly,

"Is that what Zem looks like..."

"How miserable."

"Looks like the rumors were true..."

It was about Zem losing the beauty that fascinated people.

Slow cheeks.

Falling eyes.

Dirty, tired clothes.

Still, some portions are more beautiful than the average person.

But until then, I had found value in Zem's beauty. Enough to disillusion people.

"... it's Zem's fault"

Millil looked at it from afar and groaned to throw it away.

It's bad because I don't accept myself.

You should be what I think you are.

That's how I tried to drink up the sense of sin that springs up, with my own vice.

Everyone suspected Millil of the same orphanage girls as Millil.

But Millil acted as the perfect victim.

There were a few who thought Milil would have made a false accusation, but there was no one who could speak out about it. Neither Zem's voice nor Zem's face came out of prison until he was banished from the city. And the fact that Zem was punished with exile from the temple meant nothing more than that the temple and the chief cleric decided that Zem was "guilty". There is no one there to differ.

The result was speculation that "I guess Zem was doing badly behind it". It was much easier to accept the story of "I played Zem the Bad Guy, Congratulations" than to continue to have the guilt and fear of "I've made a wrongful person look dead" and "I have a horrible child who falls into adulthood with lies" for people in the city.

"Get out! You pervert!

"You lollicon! He's the one who can't even put it on the priest's wind!

"I believed you. I was an idiot!

And Zem crouched through the back gate of the city in a shout and stone that could be thrown at him, without being protected from anyone.

Rodiane, a city sheltered by the Holy Temple, banished Zem.

Betrayal, wrongdoing, insult, violence.

As such, Zem was driven out into the wilderness outside, pushing all vices.

But this was the true beginning of Zem's priesthood.

◆

Zem muttered many times as she walked down the street by herself.

"... how and how this happened"

I have been repeating this word ever since my classmates and Millil fooled me.

There was no one to give me an answer to the inquiry.

There was an investigation about two or three days after I was caught, and most of the three months were like being put in a cell and almost abandoned. The guard also never answered any queries about whether he was forbidden to talk to Zem. Only the words "why," and "why," were dignified around Zem's head.

The lonely prison life that lasted three months wore Zem's spirit out, and even changed his face. It faded and became a stare, and the sweetness disappeared into Zem's atmosphere and something awesome began to appear.

And when I saw Zem out of prison, everyone returned their palms.

For the first time, Zem realized how much help she was being given by something called her face.

But Zem wasn't corrupt at this point.

Because I thought it was shameful that I was unconscious about the advantages of my beauty.

So Zem had hope at this point that one day he would clear his grievances and go back.

Such a Zem's return to the temple and his restoration of honour were caused by certain events in the village he visited when he was in exile and wandering away.

"There's a priest, to our inn! A pilgrimage trip or something?

"... Yep. That's the place."

The village of Malade, an accomodation town about a week's walk from the city of Rodiane.

Verkia, the innkeeper of the village of Malade, was a widow of thirty years.

He had no children, and he was taking care of his parents while taking care of them.

Guests are full of adventurers. Just above the border with the labyrinth city, this is a vibrant town where many carriages and dragon cars come and go. The Velchian Inn was such an inn for adventurers, and it was Velchian's job to take care of young adventurers.

Originally Verkia is an adventurer and a female warrior. I took advantage of my marriage to move into a lodging house, but I have both physical and physical strength. She takes good care of herself, but she's fine enough to kick up the butt of an unscrupulous guest. There is nothing wrong with being a woman.

I just had a lot of back pain lately and was wondering if I should shrink the inn. Now winter has just opened and there are few innkeepers, but from now on, a large number of guests will pack up. Whether to hire people or work less, it was a matter of ideas.

That's when Zem came.

Zem immediately saw and suggested that Verkia was hurting her back. "Should I treat you if you don't mind?".

Regardless of a few scratches and injuries, it takes a lot of skill to heal chronic pain like back pain. Verkia took Zem's offer half-heartedly, thinking that failure would not poison her.

And Zem quickly cured the magic of Velchia, and the pain pulled off like a lie.

It's very simple for Zem, such as "healing that requires a lot of skill."

"Well!? How many months has it been since it got so much easier......!?

"Watch your posture when holding heavy objects, and then watch your posture when you go to sleep, and your back aches will be reduced. Take care of yourself."

"Oh, wait. I got such a great cure. Thank you..."

But there Zem shook his head sideways.

"No, never mind"

"Ha... aren't you willing to earn money with that?

"It's not like there isn't. I'm just glad a nice guy like you thanked me like this."

Zem was already well paid.

It's been a long time since I've said that I haven't talked about my qualities, such as people who don't ignore me and talk to me without insulting me or looking down. Just talking to Verkia normally was healing enough. It was "nice" in that sense.

But Verkia got it wrong.

"Heh... But you're a priest, aren't you? Are you sure?

"Hmm?"

And Zem, too, was mistaken.

It is the clergy's job to receive the blessing at times like this. I don't live by eating Kasumi (blurred) where there was any pre-construction. Regardless of the service in the place of disaster, free treatment in normal times is a violation of the rules of the Temple. Zem, a former cleric, doesn't even need to be tied to such rules.

But I understand that Verkia is being asked to pay in a different way. Zem said, "Is that good? The phrase" You're such a shitty cleric to dictate to a woman of Yukizu, aren't you? "I didn't realize that it was a snob.

"Oh, I'm a former cleric. Well... I quit because of everything, so I lived in the world."

"I see."

Verkia was convinced.

Speaking of which, there's no cross that a cleric should be lowering around his neck.

It would mean that I don't belong to any sect right now.

Then it's perfectly fine to enjoy the evening.

For Velchia, guests like Zem were fresh.

The visitors are always crude adventurers. Verkia is aware that she is seen as busy with a male victory. It's a natural temperament and I'm not willing to fix it. Trying to dictate yourself like that is just an adventurer confident in his manhood. You can call it overconfident.

For that reason, it was the first time I had been dictated by a human being who would treat me gently and gently like Zem. It would not have been Velchian's preference if he had been a floating, estranged priest, but the fact that the priests had a shady face came as well.

That night.

Zem lost her chastity.