It's Munchkin Healer

Warm spring after two months of cold.

The statue was completed by Dorothy in Yvenfloris.

The sculpture covered in thin cloth was a marvellous masterpiece that anyone could see.

“Ha……. ”

Dorothy opened her eyes as usual.

After her father-in-law died, she was always alone in the workshop, and drinking tea like this was her daily routine for 10 years.

Chor...

Dorothy poured tea into a small glass.

“Huh?"

But there was a familiar item on the table.

Isn't there a little handkerchief-sized painting?

“What……. ”

Dorothy curiously listened to the painting.

I felt anxious for a moment that someone might have come in.

“Ugh… ugh! ”

Suddenly, I was shocked and fell to the ground.

Tsk, tsk!

The tea cup that was holding was broken as it hit the floor.

“Huff...! Ugh!”

Dorothy woke up after suffering for a long time.

I wonder if someone's been there all night.

Did someone in the workshop leave poison or magic behind?

A small voice flowed into my head as anxiety struck me.

Are you okay? Calm down. You might be surprised. Can you get up?

The voice of a gentle and loving man.

The sculptor shook his heart, leaving a picture that the 'facilitator’ showed me.

While she was asleep, she went down to the workshop and left a picture, and now her heart trembles with the thought that she could talk to her.

“Who are you? Who's talking to me...! ”

Dorothy looks around.

“Tsk!”

Then I found a broken piece on the ground, and a red drop of blood formed in the palm of my white hand.

Calm down, it's me. Your Patron! It was I who protected you and helped you! Can you hear me? How's the hand?

“You're really the guardian saint? But how...! ”

Phew, thank goodness. It's all about the power of the painting. Burn that painting first. It could be bad if it spreads somewhere else. Let's deal with the painting and talk quietly. Heal your hands first.

The sculptor said in a soft voice.

It was the mistake of a man who was blinded by the terrible loneliness.

“Because of that painting? Are you really the guardian saint we met 10 years ago? ”

Dorothy trembles as she looks at the picture on the ground.

The sculptor continued to calm Dorothy's excitement.

Yeah, I've been watching you since the day I met you. Remember those gifts I gave you? Let's burn that painting first. Catch your breath. We'll have plenty of time to talk. Calm down, baby.

“Hah... Hah... ”

But Dorothy's excitement did not abate.

Everything that comes in suddenly excites her.

“ ……. ”

And with her heart, a small "doubt" rose.

He sent himself into this world because the Earth is in danger.

He said he was sending people to train them in this world, and that Dorothy was eliminated due to her lack of combat skills, but was still grateful for her protective ability.

But why?

The thought did not end with this.

Her suspicions, which began momentarily, captivated her emotions.

Like Eden, where 'understanding’ was the greatest sin, the feeling that bloomed like a fire burned the white heart.

“Send me…… to Earth. ”

What? I'm sorry.

Dorothy surprised the sculptor.

His heart was overwhelmed because it was a story he had never brought up in 10 years.

“You said you were watching me! Let me go... I'm sick of training. Living alone with no one and being satisfied with this nonsense is horrible! You were the one who brought me here in the first place! You kept me locked up like a ornamental goldfish and watched me! Let me go!!! ”

A workshop with no one else rang out.

The sculptor sweats, soothing the excitement of Dorothy.

Calm down! Calm down! It was all for you! If it wasn't for me, you...!

“What! I don't want to live like a goldfish…… You kidnapped me, who lived well with my family! Is that supposed to be protection? The whole thing that took my life? You're a kidnapper...... a horrible kidnapper who ruined my life!!! ”

However, the feelings that exploded did not calm down.

I captured everything about her like a robot that exploded.

Calm down...!

“Shut up!!! ”

Tsk, tsk!

The glass that Dorothy was wielding broke.

A red bloodline falls from the glass's broken hand, and the sculptor who watches cannot conceal his confusion.

I thought if you ‘lightly’ awakened your cognitive abilities, everything would be better.

I thought I could get through to her, beyond watching from afar.

But there was something the sculptor didn't know.

Even when she was satisfied with reality, everything was‘ affected ’by her.

The arrogant man did not realize that all this was a life he had been forced to live.

“Why did you show me the painting? You want a smart dog? You want a slave that you can use beyond" hands, sit "? ”

Even if it wasn't! I love you so much!

“Then let me go home! I failed... I can't train, I can't fight! Then why do you keep leaving it? ”

There is no Earth! This is the best way to protect you! I didn't bring you here to make you like this!!

Eventually, the impatient sculptor exploded.

Dorothy lost her horse.

In fact, everything was understood from the moment the cognitive ability was awakened.

A teacher who died in this world for the rest of his life.

New warriors pouring down and being sacrificed every day.

The truth that I couldn't understand because my cognitive abilities were blocked changed everything just as a bot exploded the moment a little one broke.

“... I need to know. ”

What? I'm sorry.

“I have to tell you, everyone's fooled! I'll tell you everything so no one can take advantage of you! ”

Stop it, baby! If I break this peace...!

“Peace? This isn't peace. An illusion that made you look good! This peace... This life... It's all a fishbowl for your eyes! I don't need it anymore!! ”

Dorothy's excitement screams.

Then he took the painting and left the workshop.

At the beginning of the day, a group of people gathered to start a business, and a few surprised by her commotion lurked around.

“What's going on? Who's here? There's a commotion... ”

“Look at this! We've all been fooled! ”

“What is this… ugh… ugh! ”

“Ugh!”

It was Dorothy with the painting.

I couldn't stop her from acting like the plague was spreading.

No... How... How...!

The sculptor watches this with no response.

Because last night's rain consumed all the odds.

I stayed in this world for a long time feeling the traces of Dorothy, and it became a snow ball and grabbed his ankle.

Stop... Stop! You don't know what you're doing!!!

“Yuck!”

“Ugh!”

Even the sculptor's cries did not stop Dorothy.

Dorothy's "truth" spread throughout the city just as terrible diseases, disasters, and anger poured out from an open box.

Oh my...

Seeing all this, the sculptor groaned.

The fate my brother, the prophet, told me about.

The prophecy of the older brother who said he would destroy his hometown.

It began with a short thought of a sculptor.

He was a sculptor who thought later, so he could understand the fate that had already taken place.

What have I done...?

The broken-down sculptor mutters.

His name is Epimetheus.

In the prophecy, it was destiny to bring about the end of the world by bringing in a wife named Pandora. Although I avoided the end of the world as much as I could, the end began.

It was an unexpected and terrible start for those preparing for the end.

* * *

Tuck!

“Huh?"

A man climbs up the white stairs.

With his relaxed eyes, he spills through the garden and looks at the priestesses with a sly smile.

He was a suspicious and wicked man.

“What brings you here? If you want to be a paladin or a priest, this is the way. May I show you?”

Just when one of the older priests was beaten.

However, the eyes of the uninvited were fixed only on women.

In an unpleasant atmosphere, the paladins around you gathered.

“What brings you here? If you have no business, just leave. People around me are uncomfortable. ”

“Please leave. ”

“Get out when you have something nice to say. ”

The great paladins roar.

Compared to the massive paladins, this one looks quite small, but it doesn't back down.

He even spit on himself and swallowed the cough.

“Ah. Of course. I believe you, too. So do you like that one? Or over there?"

“What are you talking about? ”

“Are you crazy? Let's get rid of him. Don't get tired of each other. ”

Two paladins reacted to the unwelcome rides.

She thought he was crazy, tried to kick him out.

“Kheh-heh. Got it. Let's get rid of these first. Oh, can I leave it to you? I love it too! Please take good care of it. ”

Boom!

“Huh?"

“What the hell!”

Something changed with a short flash.

Something came up where the uninvited people were.

“Phew... We don't have much time. Let's get this over with." When the others find out, we don't have time to relax. ”

Something grinning said.

A pair of horns rising above the forehead.

The hairy lower back of a goat-like ankle proves that he is not a man.

Boom, boom!

“Grr!”

A huge paladin flew away in the hands of a monster.

Armor made of solid metal left a mark on the creature's hand, but the shockwaves of people who were surprised escaped.

It was a terrible raid that began in the middle of the priesthood.

“What, what! It's not a person!”

“It's God! He's here! ”

“Suddenly why……! ”

Of course, many of the priests were aware of the situation.

At the time of the Battle of Tartaros, the troops had seen the "God Who Came," so they could see that the current raid was a God who came.

“W-what are you doing?! Why is he called God...! ”

Tuck!

“Unh!”

The middle-aged priest who was about to flee was caught by the monster.

The creature flies its tongue at the runaway priests, lightly raising a large-looking priest.

The fiery eyes were filled with hideous and sinister thoughts.

“Show me the way. The priests here are so pretty. Yes, my lady. The most holy of them all, right? Let me see your face. Show me the way. ”

“Oh, no god can do that! Why are you doing this? ”

“Phew... I don't have time. Hey, things always happen at the end of the day. There's nothing to enjoy when the others get involved. Would you enjoy someone else's trampled eyes? Filthy?”

“W-what the... ugh!!! ”

The priest groans in the monster's hands.

The first paladin was stunned without time, and many paladins came running, but one was defeated.

Kung, Kung! Kuang!

“Huff!”

“Unh!”

“Aigoo, I don't have time. Why didn't you tell me sooner? Where's the princess? ”

A monster screams from above the paladins.

The sudden intruder is Satyrus.

Some fantasies are described as monsters, but some individuals are divine and appear to be players.

“Ah, never mind. We could just kill everything in here. Then without me... ”

Phew... Kuaak!

“…… huh? ”

At that moment, something flew through Satyrus' arm like a wind.

A red spear pierced through the shield.

Satyrus' eyes are frozen by his flesh's wounds.

A face full of hideous beards screams like a goat.

“Kiyaaaahhhh!!! What the fuck, man! What the fuck!!! ”

Bang!

“Unh!”

The priest who was held captive at Satyrus' balcony falls.

Satyrus pulls out his spear and throws it to the ground, but it stops just before it hits the ground and flies somewhere.

Phew... Tongue!

And I was in someone's hands.

“Son of a bitch...... How dare you hurt my body? I'm going to die!”

The goatee screams, wrapped around a perforated arm.

Sid turns his spear and sheds blood.

The eyes of the uninvited crowd tingled with annoyance and annoyance.

“Are you really going to die? You know where you are. You're going to die. ”

Sid approaches Satyrus.

I heard the voice of the player, but ten paladins were injured.

Of course, most priests healed because they didn't die, but I couldn't bear to mention the name of the saint.

I can't forgive you for scaring everyone here.

What a mess! Why are you here all of a sudden?

The excited ‘Priest’ came later.

Satyrus smiled at the sky.

The arm that was pierced by the spear slowly healed.

“What is it? Was there a player here, too? I guess you haven't heard. Seeing you ask that. ”

What news? There's a story. It's attacking us!

“The festival is about to begin. ”

Chu, Festival?

The priest's voice was bewildered.

Satyrus smiled maliciously at the great priesthood.

“There was an accident up north. I experienced it at the last festival, but it was a big accident. Shutter's coming down soon. Enjoy it before then. The snow on the others is black. I like white eyes. Like those cute kids. ”

Satyrus tasted the fear of the priests.

As depicted by the incarnation of sexual desire in mythology, this goat's wish was simple.

Woohoo! Tongue!

Sid robs the spear and frowns.

One player ambushed.

And I heard a strange story about the festival starting, but I decided to crush the goatee first.

The detailed story was then:

“There 'll be no time to enjoy his festival. You'll be dead before the festival starts. ”

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