I Was Summoned to Be the Saint, but I Was Robbed of the Position, Apparently

Then I couldn't think of a hand other than making a potion right away.

Well, my potion also seems to have a reputation for being effective, so it will be a matter of time before the name is known even as far as the neighborhood.

You don't have to know the name Anis. Garland Hospital suddenly started making quality potions because a good therapist came, so that's all the information. Anyway, "I have a good therapist here," the information is important.

I want it to spread more and more. Fast and sure.

I'm waiting for any disease or wound to spread.

You must remind me of my presence at that time.

The season was already about to fall. Time is definitely flowing.

There may not be much time left until the winter when that General of the enemy Farglow dies.

I really wish I could go to that hostile country, but it still seems difficult to cross the border even if I hear it here.

If the general dies without doing anything, the world will surely move to the end of the game.

Apparently they also have two big names, "Far Glow's Shield," and nobody thought that the general would suddenly die. But the scenario is definitely moving forward.

What would happen to me if I ended up in that game scenario?

If there is anything I can do to change that scenario, I can only think of one thing. So now I've decided to bet everything on it.

My reputation as a therapist was conveyed. into a nearby and distant enemy state.

As long as it's passed, I'm sure you'll be picked up here when you're lying. I have never heard of anyone more skilled in "healing" than I am. And no one in the game could help him.

And from that game scenario, I'm the only one out of the world.

If anyone could help the dying general, there would be none but me.

But now we're even here, and we can only wait for that.

That was very annoying.

I wish I could get to my neighbor Farglow somehow. Then you could sell your name more flashly as a therapist than you do now, rather as a "saint."

The scariest thing now was it was too late to get to the general.

When I thought about it, Director Sartana came there and interrupted my thinking.

"Anis, I'm sorry to hear about your potion's reputation, but there's been a lot of requests from other hospitals lately. It may be a little difficult, but I was wondering if you could help me make more potions for me."

Yes, with pleasure.

I'm glad you have that reputation. Honestly, I'm glad to be appreciated.

I can't tell you that I was busy relaxing in the backyard.

How can it be hoped or fulfilled that it will be advantageous for people and for my purpose?

Good luck!

... and I was happy the other day. Yeah, apparently my outlook was a little sweet.

"Anis, how busy is it to drive an old eagle out to help you every day?"

Father Austin complains next door.

"But I can't make it alone anymore. No one else knows the details of my skills, and the priest was just relaxing here every day until now. I've been traveling a little bit and you're used to it, right? No, I really appreciate it. I'm so glad.

No, really. I didn't think that the amount I would give to another hospital would be multiplied by the amount I use here. No, it wasn't that much at first, but the rumors called for rumors and there was a surge in requests.

Thanks to me, I have changed dramatically from a nonchalant work environment to a very busy environment where I can be forced to fight alone.

Don't go around at all. I'm already being chased by the work in front of me and I say it every day.

If you see a person taking a relaxing walk holding Lolo at that time, you'll pull him in, right?

Yann

Why don't you just make potions in a big pot?

After no one cared, Lolo, who was lying at the sunny window of this potion making room every day, suddenly said a constructive opinion when she thought she had woken up.

You said something other than "dinner" rarely.

"But it's an unprecedented move. Wouldn't it be more distant to talk about than you intended if you were bad? However, it is rumored that the potion's performance is already high, and it may be deceptive to say that it was produced in large quantities with a slight drop in quality.... yeah, maybe it's okay? Anis?"

With Father Austin holding a potion vial in both hands and a water bottle to fill it with water, he looked at me with a dull face that he was tired of this monotonous job.

So,

"Ah, I see. You may want to make a lot of them in a large container and have them pump them on their own. It's easy for me, too."

And I said,

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Then why don't you ask Mr. Sartana to procure a large container?"

That's how the priest quickly left the vial and the water bottle and left the room.

You didn't like helping me with my work that much. If this was the case when I was in the village, on the contrary, I feel encouraged to work hard because I will help you all.

Father... the character really changed when I was in the village...

I thought you were more serious and hard-working, but lately the priest has only become visible to people who want to do nothing. Why do you feel the strangely liberated free and open air?

I've come to think of myself only because I want to relax here away from my priesthood and work....?