Hakai no Miko

"To heal the wounds and diseases of others...?!"

Shemul raised his voice in surprise.

That's exactly what Siemul is thirsting for right now.

"Are you sure?! Do you really have such power?!"

Eladia looked to Siemul for help, which she had only heard of in the rumors.

With that, Solon opens his mouth, looking toward the universe as he explores his memories.

"I have not seen it directly, but there is no doubt that Parfena has the power to heal." A little over ten years ago..... "

This is the story of Parfena, who was still a teenage girl, who had just become the son of the God of men. Knowing that the princess had become the son of the human god, the Shpamur kingdom, which sought to enhance the authority of the nation, organized a mission to travel to the Western countries with Princess Parfena.

At that time, Parfena exhibited the power of grace before the nobility of the kings of the countries she visited, and was said to have been recognized in all countries.

"With that kind of power, I can help Soma?!"

Shemul's eyes glistened at Solon's story.

But Soron waved his head to the side.

“But it's not that simple.”

The first problem was how much the healing power of Parfena was.

Parfena says that if she is asked to treat a major injury or serious illness, she will not exercise the power of grace unless she takes an affidavit that she is not responsible for the consequences. In addition, depending on the symptoms, they often refuse to exercise their grace.

"If the opponent dies after exercising the power of grace, it will only hurt Parfena or even the honor of grace." Probably because they're afraid of it. And if you turn around, the power of grace itself isn't powerful enough to be rumored in the alley. "

Soron guessed the power of Parfena's grace.

Otherwise, the king of some country should have made Parfena his own as insurance in the event that he was seriously injured or suffering from a serious illness during his travels to other countries. Even now, Parfena can remain free because countries have decided that the disadvantages such as bad reputation are greater than the benefits obtained by acquiring her with all her strength.

"However, I can't even say that Parfena is making the power of her grace seem weak." But grace is a modest gift given to those who like the gods in the first place. Making it easier to heal the wounds and illnesses of others can have a significant impact even when taken alone. That is why I think that the healing power of Parfena is not so powerful after all. "

Soron is followed by Eladia, who gives her opinion.

"The strength of the grace is also a problem, but more than that, Parfena-sama is the bishop of the Episcopal Western Church."

The Eldoret kingdom, which promotes the harmony of a wide variety of races, and the Ecclesiastical Church, which preaches the superiority of human species, are exactly water and oil. It is a relationship that can never be exchanged.

However, in the country of Erdoğan, we have not oppressed the Ecclesiastical religion from the guarantee of religious freedom, and we have not only tolerated it, but even preaching. Normally, it is not strange that language rules and strong rebellion emerge to approve the spread of the teachings that persecute them from among races other than the human species.

However, even though it was acceptable as a country, the king, Azure Horse himself, strongly denied the doctrine of the Ecclesiastical Church and even clearly stated that he disliked it, so the stability of the king was preserved.

"If you ask for treatment, you will naturally be asked for some kind of compensation. And if you are the bishop of Parfena, you can be sure that it is related to the Ecclesiastical Church. If this is the nationalization of the church or His Majesty's conversion to the church, it will cause a breakdown in the harmony between the domestic races. Worst of all, there is even a risk that the country will be disturbed.”

Eladia sounded a strong alarm.

Shemul was troubled to hear their opinions.

I want to help the pale horse anyway. However, even if you ask Parfena for treatment, it will not be very effective. And even if the pale horse is saved, the country will be disrupted later depending on the price sought.

In the face of this difficult question, Siemul decides after troubling herself.

“I'll ask Parfena to treat Soma.”

Shemul said vigorously.

Are you sure, Siemul-sama?

Shemul nods as Eladia confirms.

"I take all responsibility. If Soma dies, everything in the land will disappear. If the likelihood of Soma's salvation is even slight, no matter what the price, we'll have to do something about it. I think so."

No one could argue with that opinion.

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Are you Lord Parfena called the Holy Maiden?

Following Eladia, Siemul, who was entering the guest room where Parfena and her party were entertained, said so first.

In the guest room, one of the parfhenas, dressed as a pilgrim and changed to one of the bishops of the Episcopal Western Church, sits on the table and elegantly rinses the tea served. Behind them stood several servants who had also taken off the pilgrims' clothes and changed into the priests' clothes.

Parfena puts the tea cup in her hand on the table and tilts the bishop's hat slightly to answer Shemul.

"As far as I'm concerned, it's called Mirror, but it's definitely called that in the alley. ― ― What about you?

Parfena's eyes and voice, which she asked about, showed suspicious colors.

Siemul thinks so, too.

The opponent is the bishop of the Episcopal Conference, who regards non-human species as inferior. Being a Zoan is inappropriate as a negotiator. I thought it would have been better to have someone other than myself negotiate.

However, at this time, there was no one other than Siemul who could negotiate with Parfena, and this was a bitter response that was not a bitter strategy.

If only by their abilities and race, there would be no one else but Soron. However, Soron, who dislikes the heavy duties of the country, has only held the position of consultant and named after Ayuma, and is still virtually invincible. If we negotiate with someone like that, it will be disrespect to Parfena.

Also, even though I am a marquis, it belongs to the Romanian nation. When I visit the land of El Dor, the nobility of the Romanian nation hostile to El Dor will come forward and confuse them.

Excluding Solon, there are only three other human species that can be trusted: Michena, Marcronis, and Marco. However, Michena's finances and Marcronis's military counterparts are not a problem, and Parfena is inappropriate because they are not either. And it's out of the question to stay with Marco.

Therefore, although it is the other race that the ecclesiastical religion looks down on, the king, Tsubagama himself, called it half-bodied and established its existence in front of Shemul, the royal captain known to neighboring countries. Its authority is limited to the position of female chief in the royal palace, and even if he is present, he assisted Eladia, who is not disrespectful, and thus challenged the negotiation with Parfena.

However, Siemul, who actually felt a backlash inside himself in front of Parfena, raised his name with dignity to dispel it.

"I am Shemul, daughter of Garguz, one of the twelve clans that Zoan belongs to." The word (bruised) is "noble fang". King Erdoğan has appointed a king from Soma. "

Siemul, who finished his career, felt in his heart that Parfena was casting down any disdain or disgust.

However, it is a problem.

As soon as Seymour called himself, Parfena's eyes shined and she held her hands together in small groups.

Well! You're the rumored King!

That's when Parfena got up from her chair for the first time.

Eladia, who was hiding behind Siemul, was intimately surprised.

Getting up from a chair-that is, recognizing Siemul, who is supposed to be an inferior species, as a worthy opponent to be respected.

“My name is Parfena and I am the bishop of the Episcopal Western Church. I would like to thank God for this encounter today.”

Parfena smiled as she drew the Holy Seal of the Human God in the universe.

Then, one of the servants standing behind him whispered "His Highness Parfena" in a small voice, but he whispered "His Highness" with all his strength.

And Parfena took it and added herself as if she were wearing it.

"And I am the first princess of the Shpamur Kingdom."

It seems true that they are only interested in faith.

Eladia thought so.

Compared to the heat of the voice when naming the bishop, the voice when naming the princess was cool. Perhaps he has not found any value in the status of princess.

The two of them, having finished calling each other, once again sat down in their chairs, and now they were cut out of Parfena.

So, what did King Eldoire do to His Majesty [the Sovereign]?

Shemul apologizes with a small bow to the innocent Parfena's question, which points out the facts.

"I'm sorry. That's why Soma can't be here right now."

Parfena looks like she was told an impossible story: the sun rises from the west and sets to the east. In addition, there were signs of indignation from the servants standing behind.

As a princess of a country, bishop of an ecclesiastical institution, and even a son of a human god, she may not have been refused permission.

To Parfena's reaction, Siemul hastily adds his words.

"Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying I won't let you see Soma."

After that, Siemur asked Parfena.

“But first, I want you to tell me why you want to see Soma and why.”

Parfena replied that nothing was wrong.

"I was interested in His Majesty Soma, and I wish I could talk to him directly, so I came over. Also, although it is only personal, there is one ritual that I would like you to fulfill, and it is also a request."

Parfena is naturally interested because she is the king of the most prosperous country in the western part of the Cerdeas continent, and at the same time she is a pale horse who takes a critical stance on ecclesiastical affairs.

However, it was unexpected that there was no bishop, no princess, and no personal wish.

Shemul asks with a small surprise.

“A personal wish? If you don't mind, I'd like to know more about it."

It's just a personal request.

Parfena refused gently.

"Also, I would like to meet with His Majesty Soma personally and confirm the person (person) for that reason with courtesy." For now, please forgive me. "

Apparently, I didn't feel like talking to Parfena.

If you request treatment, you may not be able to fulfill your personal wishes. However, it seems difficult to find out in advance. Also, I can't afford to take the time to do that right now.

Shemul looked over his shoulder at Eladia, who was holding back. After confirming Eladia's small nod and endorsement, Siemul finally cut the point.

"I hear you're rude, but I hear you have healing power, is that true?"

It must be a good thing to be asked. Parfena admits that she is not surprised or disgusted at all.

"Yes, I am a lowly person, but I am grateful for the mercy of the human God, and I am grateful for the power of such grace." If you're suspicious, it's easy to show off your power. ”

As expected, it is the same as saying face to face that you have doubts about the power of Parfena's grace. No matter how much you say it from the Parfena side, if you accept it, it will be disrespectful.

Shemul refuses Parfena's offer.

"No, that's fine." I didn't doubt your power, but I just checked to make sure that you were careful ”.

"That's right, when it's confirmed, I mean..."

Parfena seemed to have figured things out in Siemul's mouth. Besides, Siemul said after slightly stepping forward.

"There's someone who wants to come in and ask you to treat him with grace."

Shemul continued with a slight hesitation.

"You under my umbilical cord----Soma, king of Erdoğan, I want you to treat him."

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"Now I'm sleeping in a medicinal bath, and this is the one under my umbilical cord, Soma Kisaki."

Responding to Parfena's request to decide whether or not to accept treatment after checking the condition first, Siemur guided only Parfena to the pale horse.

After the surgery, the pale horse was now transferred to the bedroom. On a plain bed that doesn't seem to belong to the king, a pale horse that still hasn't run out of medicine water continues to fall asleep in a daze.

I'll see your face.

After a word of refusal, Parfena peered at the face of the pale horse lying on the bed.

"Apparently, she didn't suffer from the disease, she just lost her blood. Was there a major injury that caused a lot of bloodshed?"

It was just like Parfena. Because of her healing powers, her eyes were sharp, as she continued to see many wounded and sick.

Siemul's face frowns so much that humans can see that she has to endure remorse.

"Yes, I'm ashamed of my country, but I was attacked by a suspicious person who broke in last night and stabbed in the abdomen."

Abdominal?

Parfena frowned.

The wound is not shallow because the customer is sleeping in a medicated bath. And Parfena couldn't have known what it meant to hurt her abdomen so deeply.

"Excuse me, may I see the wound?"

In response to Parfena's request, Siemur rolled up the cloth of the sleeping pale horse and exposed his abdomen with his sick clothes peeled off. And when the bandage wrapped in the belly is lifted, and the white cloth, which is slightly bloody, is stripped, the wound is revealed from beneath it.

The wounds engraved on the pale horse's abdomen were terrible.

The wound is reddish-black and discolored, and it is like the stitching part of a leather product when it is sewn together with a thread. And the wound was still filled with jerks, blood, and bodily fluids.

To this, Parfena raised her voice.

"What's this scar...?"

I heard that she was stabbed, but the wound on her abdomen was very large. As far as Parfena can see, this is a cut, not a stab wound.

"I cut my stomach open for treatment."

Parfena, surprised by Siemul's words, asks him.

Did you open your abdomen?

In this era where there is no open surgery, it is synonymous with killing such as cutting open the abdomen.

Even though it was called a treatment, Parfena was severely puzzled.

Parfena's puzzled Siemul explained in detail.

"Yes, to prevent the bowel from rotting, I cut open the burnt wound, blocked the ripped part of the bowel, rinsed it with medicine, and then sewed the belly together and closed it again."

It is Parfena's knowledge that wounds are pus, boiling water, and washing in medicinal water. In light of that, I don't think it makes sense to wash my bowels with medicine so they don't rot. However, it was difficult for Parfena to accept the method of cutting open her stomach for that purpose.

"... it's a medicine I've never heard of before."

For Parfena, grace is love given by a worshipping human god. And letting the patient die while exercising the power of that love is an unbearable failure for Parfena to defile God's love and her faith.

In order not to rely on the power of grace alone to help with treatment, Parfena was also one of the best doctors in the western region who had mastered medicine and pharmacy in the past and now.

Even such a girlfriend has never heard of such a medicine as cutting open her stomach.

“That's right, it's the medicine that Soma knows.”

His Majesty Soma...?

Parfena opened her eyes small to Siemul's words.

Shemul was anxiously questioning Parfena like that.

"What do you think? Will you take care of it?"

And Parfena didn't answer immediately.

Silently staring at the sleeping pale horse.

Her silent lake-facing eyes could not read what she was thinking.

After a while, Parfena walks quietly to the side of the bed.

Then, I placed my left hand on the wound in the abdomen of the pale horse.

"God, show me the power of your grace."

As soon as it was done, the human god's inscription on Parfena's left hand torso emitted a silver light.

Parfena calls out to Shemul, who watches the sight with her breath.

"I'm sorry, but could you bring my servants here?"

"Ah... oh, I see."

Parfena continues to say to Shemul, who replies half-heartedly.

“All of my servants are skilled in medicine and assist me in the exercise of the power of grace.”

"...! So?!"

To Siemul, whose face shines with joy, Parfena laughs with a laugh.

“Thank you very much, and I'll take care of it.”

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Everyone was relieved to hear from Seymour that Solon, who was waiting in a separate room to see what would happen as a result of the negotiations with Parfena, had taken care of him.

Siemul brought good news, but Soron replies that it is not surprising that Parfena, the bishop of the Episcopal Church, who is inferior to other races, was somehow friendly to her.

"The Western Church has been changing its doctrine for a while."

Solon said as he slipped his beard.

"Originally, the Western Church was a faction broken by a power struggle inside the church, which flowed from the center of the continent to this western region, which is the periphery, in search of a safe place to live."

Although it has flown, it is a sect of the Ecclesiastical Church that excludes and eradicates non-human species as inferior species. Naturally, in the lands where they were going, they repeatedly clashed and collided with other races or with the same human species that was in harmony with other races.

However, they are those who were driven out of the center by the defeat of the power struggle. He could not possess the power to push through the doctrine of the Episcopate. Therefore, it is said that the doctrine was hardly softened in order to avoid wandering in the process.

"As a result, in the current Western Church, the view that races other than the human species are inferior remains unchanged, but it is said that pity should be saved, not the object of exclusion and eradication. It seems that the human species has come to say that it is the duty of the dominant species to lead that pathetic inferior species."

So Solon looked at Seymour with an ironic smile on his mouth.

"And the inferior species will gain merit by serving the human species, and will be reborn as the human species in the next life. In the light of that doctrine, the little girl who honored the little boy and served him with dedication would have looked like a devout believer."

Besides, Siemul reverses his throat and spine hair into chills.

“I'm not kidding! I can't let you be a believer on your own! Don't feel sorry for us in the first place! There's so much to make a fool of!"

Soron laughs at Siemul, who seems indignant.

"In Shpamur, there are surprisingly many races other than the human species subordinate to this doctrine." Well, they interpreted it that way and became friendly. Thanks to this, you can take on the treatment of the kid and think it's profitable. "

Solon laughed at Siemul, who was reluctantly compelled to convince himself.

Eladia expresses her concern as Parfena takes on the treatment and regains a slight brightness.

However, I am concerned about Parfena-sama's personal wishes.

The air that had been loosening became nervous again.

"Not as a princess or bishop, but as a personal wish. What the hell is that...?"

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"His Holiness the Archbishop, would you be willing to accept the treatment?"

One of the servants asked Parfena, who held her hand to the scar of the pale horse and continued to wield the power of grace.

Parfena returned a gentle voice as she exercised the power of grace to the pale horse.

I think you shouldn't have refused because you've sustained so much damage to your abdomen.

As Soron deduced, Parfena's power of grace was by no means strong. Even if a small cut can be healed immediately, it takes time to heal a major injury that is life-threatening, and in the end, it is often not in time. In addition, it only had the effect of slowing the progression or alleviating the pain of similar life-threatening diseases.

Therefore, it is something that is initially rejected immediately, such as the treatment of stab wounds to the abdomen.

Parfena woke up to the face of a sleeping pale horse.

According to the medical knowledge that I have with my previous experience, if I get a deep stab in the abdomen, I will not be able to do anything by hand.

"However, even though I was stabbed in the abdomen, I can still see the shadow of death on his face."

Thanks to its power of grace, Parfena has been able to see and heal many wounded and sick. Thanks to his vast experience. Parfena had a keen understanding of whether the wounded and sick would be saved.

The parfena thought that the pale horse had not yet rolled down to the abyss of death.

“This is very interesting. Even the deep stab wounds to the abdomen that I've been giving up without a hand, I don't know if I can help.”

Parfena screamed with unexpected excitement at the effects of the medicine she didn't even know was one of the best doctors in the western region.

"No, it's not like that, Monsignor."

Then the servant whispered to Parfhena, watching his surroundings, whether he had been overheard by anyone.

“Did you really want to take care of the treatment?”

That's the same word as before, but with a different meaning.

It was an unexpected warning that Azure Horses should not be killed.

It is a well-known fact that Azure horses hate holiness. Even though it was likely to die if left alone, it was advice from the concern that saving lives on purpose would only harm the Western Church.

“Of course, I will save this person.”

But Parfena said without any hesitation.

Parfena's eyes moistened overlooking the sleeping pale horse, and a hot breath leaked from her slightly open lips.

"It is God's formula that I was here today at this time. Exactly God's will! Helping this person is the sacrament I have been given by God!”

With a trance-like expression on her face, Parfena puts her mouth to the back of her left hand. And I made a kiss to the inscription of the shining human God.

"Oh, God, God! O God! O God of men! Be loyal to your Lord, this maiden (for Hashishi), let us obey Your will! Everything, everything will be yours!"