Invincible Saint ~Salaryman, the Path I Walk to Survive in This Other World~

This is Meratoni's Adventurer Alliance lounge.

My name is Bazan. I'm having a party called White Wolf Blood.

I'm partying with two childhood friends named Sequilos and Basra.

I was descended from the White Wolf who was worshipped as the Holy Beast and the Beast, and from the strongest of the three, it became that kind of party name.

There is not that much land in this world where beasts can easily live.

Genetics cause long and immediate body hair to grow and change or have tails, and ordinary beasts are estranged from the majority of people.

In that, the beastmen of the game are treated like pets by the people.

That day was when I happened to come to Meratoni's Adventurer Guild to report B-rank.

A hyorous man was asking for something from Nanaela at the reception.

"If he does anything, I'll be right there."

"Don't overdo it. I'm gonna die too hyoro."

"That's all I'm asking."

"I know, I know."

I didn't like it. There seemed to be a bunch of guys who thought the same thing about me.

This Meratoni Adventurer Guild is rarely worked by any other race.

Well, if I say whirlwind in us, it's on the clouds, and cooking bears and coverts who are legends of the Beast clan are in this guild, so I can't even get my hands on an unwanted healer's guild or a magician's guild.

With that in mind, Nanaela took her seat off and Chief Hyoro was alone.

Normally, if Nanaela ran away, the man should be after her. Besides, Nanaela laughed like she was in trouble, so I thought she might be the rare type of person who's a human race but hasn't repelled the Beast Man.

A few minutes later, Nanaela brought Mr. Brodo.

Is... is he okay? He was explaining something despite Mr. Brodo's tremendous intimidation.

"Is that hyorotic pretty strong?

"Oh. I can stand all that intimidation. Maybe some kind of magician."

My expectations were completely off at this time. No, only my guts were first-rate adventurers, so maybe I wasn't wrong, though.

A rare announcement was made in the Adventurer Guild.

The announcement from Meratoni's Adventurer Guild began three days later, including making the healer stay in the Meratoni Adventurer Guild.

A new American healer who can only hang heels, but treats them with a single piece of silver coin regardless of race or gender.

Note that a man can tell immediately if he looks in a little shape.

If involved, the Adventurer rank is dropped due to punishment.

It was such a flying thing.

The first surprise was the loss of rank. This is an unusual VIP treatment. I was surprised that the whirlwind would do that.

The next item is regardless of race. As we first talked about, beasts are sometimes denied treatment and given extrajudicial prices to avoid being repelled.

Without it, it was hard for us.

"Could that have been the one just now?

"Oh. I guess so"

"He's the only one with the guts, he's a healer. Well, let's go halfway."

"Nanaela wasn't involved either."

"Oh."

Thus we looked at Luciel, a long healer, as just a healer.

That was my first encounter with Luciel, a healer who didn't seem like a healer.

We traveled two days later on a request to escort Meratoni to the Illimasian Empire.

Three months had passed since then when the expedition ended and I came to Melatoni's guild.

"It's been a long expedition."

"That merchant's stuck around."

"Well, when you defeated the demon, you've grown up."

"Well, yeah."

"Speaking of which, do you still want to bet on the Adventurer's Guild if that healer is still around?

"Nice. I don't think I'm here" Sequilos answered first.

"... I think I am," it's unusual for Basra to make that choice.

"I don't think I'm here either, but why do you think he's Basra?

"I don't think a whirlwind would miss that one more than that healer"

"I see. Then we'll pay for a drink when we're done reporting."

"Oh (oh)"

This is how we headed for the Adventurer Alliance.

"You're nowhere. Knock it off. The liquor bill's floating."

"Chip," Basra tongued.

"Ah, welcome. Dear White Wolf bloodline, is this a report?

"Oh. Nanaela. And how long have you been a healer who came here three months ago?

"What? Could it be about you, Luciel?

"You're rare. Did you have a month to feel that way?" Sequilos asks.

"Hehe. No." I had a bad feeling about Nanaela laughing brightly.

"Come on. Could he still be here?" Basra got strangely well and asked.

"Puffy. Oh, I'm sorry. Luciel, you live in a dormant room in the basement of the Adventurer Alliance."

"" "Huh?" "" We were rarely shouting in unison.

Later, according to what I heard, the healer Luciel drinks that up properly after every meal that he earnestly lives in the Adventurer's Guild and Mr. Gulgar feeds the new adventurer.

On the contrary, they've been up against the whirlwind all day, and since they started living in the Adventurer's Guild, they've only been out there once, allegedly addicted to workouts.

"On the contrary, isn't taste disturbance, dm, zombies, etc. a great name?

"You're rapping today."

"Oh, it's your money."

"Chip. Well, he seems like a good guy, so if he gets hurt, why don't you see him?"

At this time, no, neither Sequilos nor Basra thought of Luciel only to the extent of an unusual healer.

We didn't know what was happening three months later.

In one mine we defeated the demon. That was a request, so there was no problem with that.

Goho, goho, me and Sequilos coughed up.

In the mine, I fought a fog-spitting demon that seemed to ignite me if I wore smoke.

"We're both gonna fix this, so we're gonna have to be patient."

"... don't look like that. It's okay."

"Yes, yes. That's how easy we are to die. Sleep and you'll be cured."

"No, it's a healing home."

Basra was extraordinarily powerful at this time in her magician habits, and we headed to the healing home.

But what we waited for was an imaginable future.

"I don't know that dog over there. This guy over here has 15 gold coins."

"Hey?! You can't afford that."

"I don't know. I'm busy here, too. Go home if you don't want to."

"Do something about it."

"I have no choice. Sell that dog to the slave trader and you'll get the money."

"Just kidding."

"Then get out."

That's how we got kicked out of the healing home.

Back at the inn, me and Sequilos rested in bed, and Basra went to the guild to report.

As soon as Basra left, I lost consciousness.

It feels kind of warm. The body sprouts are removed. It was such a strange feeling.

"I think this is going to be okay. If you can't, I'll come back to the guild tomorrow. Come on..."

"Oops... tired lad. Oh, two silver coins."

"Is that really all?

"Oh. It's my hope in person"

"What the hell is this healer?

"He's a cure for the weirdo. I don't know what kind of life you've been living, but I'm working out because I don't want to die."

"Are two silver coins profitable?

"For the person to say," Because I'm only half a person, "yes. Well, if you owe this guy any favors, you can help him when he's in trouble."

So the healer, whirlwind-busted and whirlwind-busted, went out of the room.

"Basra? Wasn't that a whirlwind?

"Oh. I had my guild healer come"

"Right. Half a serving? You're gonna be okay with my poison or something, right?

"... Bazan, let me tell you something, if it weren't for that healer, you'd be dead."

"Ah, oh. What? Really?

"Since then, I've had whirlwinds and healers come to see me, but it seems that this time the demon I defeated was a mutant of the demon, Gasbasl. If you inhale that poison, it won't heal until you take the right magic or antidote."

"Well, magic is awesome."

"I use magic too, but magic isn't great. I wonder if I can use it correctly."

"Hmm? What are you trying to say?"

"... I told you if you weren't that healer, you'd be dead. How many times do you think I used magic on you and Sequilos? I tried the magic of restoring detoxification over and over again, and even if my magic ran out, it kept me going."

"Is that... awesome?

"Normally it's not weird to be passed out. I drained my teeth of it and drained my blood while I partitioned the treatment. That's two silver coins, too, right? Can you think about it?

"... could you be the benefactor of your life?

"That's why I'm saying it. If you make fun of that healer, I doubt your nerves. That's all."

"... what did you say about that girl? Luciel, was that you? I didn't think a healer would have one like that."

"Hmm? Have you noticed, Sequilos?"

"Oh. I heard him say good luck when he was healing, and it felt like the warm light was paying off the darkness."

"I felt that light too."

Say thank you to the healer next time.

"Okay, sweetheart."

Copy that.

The next day, when I went to thank Luciel, the healer's heretic child, I said, "Because I didn't give up living. If he dies, it's the end of the game there." That's all I said and went back to fighting the whirlwind.

"Is that a saint prince?

"If you look at the struggle, you might soon become like the founder of the Healer Guild."

"Luciel, if anything happens to you, I'll repay you a little favor. And the whirlwind said that's all you need."

"Oh. The blood of a white wolf never forgets gratitude"

Thus my blood of Hazan and the White Wolf became an A-rank party three months later in support of him growing up little by little as he thanked Luciel for meeting him.

We couldn't do anything when your favorite Luciel rubbed the bottle or said he was moving to church headquarters, but we took on the nomination request from the guild in two silver coins.

I traveled with Luciel to send him to St. Shroud's, thanking him for the whirlwind that made such a request for nomination.

Now can you just give me a little thanks? Basra opened her mouth when she was thinking about it.

"If you travel with Luciel, it's going to be amazing."

Following that, Sequilos also opens his mouth.

"Luciel, you're not really into money, are you?"

"I didn't care if we went away."

We slowly extended our journey to five days where we could finish in as little as two days.

Few places have money in each village that stops on the road, and healers don't come early.

Some villages tried to honor the woman, but the villagers turned her down in the face, thanked her for the inn, dinner, and lunch, and the other way around, so the villagers went off as pokers.

This one was desperate to laugh. After all, Luciel is a real heretic.

I drove a carriage towards the city of Melatoni, hoping that Luciel would one day become a hell of a big man.