Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

Archbishop (Patriarch) Arcia serving Trus-Sink, goddess of death and sorcery.

Her day begins with prayer.

Prayer is not a temple, but a self-contained room with little object. Becoming a traveling adventurer from the village of Ozlick, she has little connection to training in the temple on the contrary.

One poor compromise between Alcia and the superiors of the temple is probably due to this area.

(Queen of Reiki Mysteries, beloved wife of the Knowledge God, protector of peace after death)

In my heart, I called on Truss-Sink God.

I feel close to God since I met him for that matter. I don't know if that's a good thing, but I'm sure it's easier to combine the spirit.

But that makes room in her heart.

This is not a temple, but a private room in the fortress of Falve. It's not because it's the right place to pray, it's just because it's the place to live.

Recently, his best friends Valtrude and Yut, Alcia's fiancée, began to wake up in the same room.

That means that I will eventually be.

That's right.

Before Yut wakes up, he sees his sleeping face, and then he begins to pray to the goddess of death and sorcery.

(Ugh)

Concentration is disturbed by that imagination - or the future projection map.

On the contrary, it is not strange that unity with God is interrupted by the thought of mischief itself.

But it didn't.

minute interaction with the divine body.

That's how she found out.

The gods are great things to be truly revered. At the same time, it's not just harsh. Knowledgeable and naive.

I mean, God doesn't get angry or anything to this extent. Instead, he would accept smiling.

It should be noted, then, that without being sweet to God, Arcia offers her sincere prayers.

Eventually evil disappeared and immersed itself in the feeling as if it had once again become part of something great. It was exactly one with God.

(... East?

That's when a hunch arose in the soul of Alcia.

That's a vicious sign.

It is my trust that there will be disaster in the eastern part of the country.

"Kera Forest, Hardenturm, Archeron...... I wonder what you're referring to."

Alcia, awakened from meditation, lists what exists east of Falv in the Marquis territory of Istas. There will be no such thing as being far away in Li Kutua, though east.

Thus, an omen is ambiguous.

But it's also something that never conveys meaning.

It was only a few hours after that that that under Alcia, Hardenturm brought in word that several sick people appeared in strange condition.

"I apologize for the effort you have made"

"No. This was a boat to cross, too"

Regina, who is frightened, raises a question mark overhead when she hears a response from Alcia.

A young meeting of the Niebes Chamber of Commerce who had yet to officially take office as a liaison, but was about to head to Falve with impetus like a pushing wife.

Her assignment has not yet materialized, and her first job was to report to her lord the presence of a sick man whose keys were thrown by the Temple of Paris, patron saint of journeys and dealings.

Of course, I can think of some precursor, and Yut wants me to tell you something trivial. So there's no less work for a housekeeper, but how much better than overlooking the problem.

Regina is now guiding the Arsians to the hospital room, along with the Temple officials.

"Are those patients properly isolated?

"Yes. They're continuing to be excited, but they've managed to"

The standard of care of the Brewers is not even high enough to flatter them. Acorn's mother is a female doctor, but if she saw it, she would shake her head with a difficult face.

From the Earth's point of view, folk therapy conflicting treatments go through, and hygiene concepts are low.

However, when the divine spell is taken into account, the position is reversed as soon as possible.

The divine spell that manifests God's miracle on earth instantly heals wounds and also drives away serious illnesses. It can't be Earth's medical technology.

Therefore it should be said, that few are blessed with the bounty. In the first place, not all clerics can use theological spells, and their use is limited.

For this reason, it had to be set as expensive as magic drugs (potions), not exclusive to the royal marquis nobility, but also remote from the common people.

Except for this Marquis of Istas.

"Alcia, I'm just going to cure you and have dinner"

"You haven't confirmed the symptoms yet."

Jonah, who accompanies her as the “foot” of the moment, is at the end of the line saying it has nothing to do with her. I thought I should say a word about my lack of motivation, Alcia, but I immediately changed my mind.

(That doesn't mean it's the kind of thing that motivates her, does it?)

That means that in this case, it would be better if you were all over it, because it's like fighting or destroying or something like that.

"If you're talking about illness, I just heard"

Jonah is right, and I have heard Regina's first report, as well as shortly after her arrival at the Temple of Paris.

Initially, they thought he was just an injured man.

Early yesterday morning, a man with a cut to his chest was found falling in the harbor district and transferred from the nearest clinic to the temple.

He was subjected to a spell procedure - which the lord is supposed to bear when it comes to urgent medical practice - and saved his life.

That's good, but the problem is afterwards.

The man, who kept sleeping unconsciously until after evening, suddenly starts to rumble at night.

He even called the guards. He managed to hold them down, and now he's under house arrest like he's tying them to a bed. Even after half a day had elapsed from there, the excitement continued.

Normally, I would have ended up deciding I was crazy. But if such a case occurs to keep standing, no one will be suspicious.

From day to day, Yut used to push him to report any anomalies, even minor ones, and Alcia came to check the situation first.

"This way."

That was not the treatment centre co-located in the Temple of Paris, which conducts the transaction…. They were transporting patients to the warehouse on the premises, bed-by-bed, in quarantine.

The building itself was well built, but I can hear the creaking noise leaking. If it's night now, even urban legends are likely to give birth.

"Nothing, just us"

With the Albino girl, the Archbishop of Truss-Sink God steps into the warehouse - the infirmary - without a nervous appearance.

I opened the door and went in. There, I guess I made space in a hurry, cluttered and dim. Each bed is also separated because they didn't like the contact between the patients.

There are four patients in all.

I don't see anything in common about age or gender. The place where he was injured is also scattered.

It's just that everyone keeps raising their voices unspoken. His throat was slit and there was a splash of saliva and unscrupulous fluid around him.

I'm not hanging around. In an attempt to escape restraint by moving his whole body violently, the bed growls and a noisy spirit (poltergeist) sounds like a home beep.

Even they kept fighting numerous monsters, a miserable frowning tragedy.

Jonah closes the door and Arsia moves to one close by.

(If it's a spell that drives people insane, there are a few...)

It's all like being used by priests (Priests), bishops (Bishops), and others who serve the Evil God. I'm not in this situation, and I don't see the motive that drove me into madness, not murder.

(When that happens, the Devil (Demon)?

If you are indeed a resident of Nara, the inconsistency is tolerated in one word because you are the devil.

I can't think of any demon directly, but the inhabitants of Nara will also have a new breed at this moment and it is being created, so I can't help it in a way either.

But the anticipation is off.

As if waiting for Alcia, the cloth belt that was holding the patient bounced off.

To that extent, Jonah would not have been particularly surprised either.

But all the patients who try to jump up and hit Truss-Sink's beloved daughter with the momentum to halve the bed are alien.

On the head of a carnivore, wrapped in sharp claw teeth, thick fur - half a beast. It was subracial, called a beast possession (Lycanslope).

"Alcia!"

"I know."

She's also aiding her vision with a crimson eye band, and the anomaly is sensing. He also took a defensive stance against attacks from unwanted people.

As a habit, garments wearing "Magic Protect" boast comparable defensive properties to iron armor. I didn't expect this to happen, but only after the divine descent. Other spells for self-defense were preempted.

Come on, it's this way.

I dared raise my voice to call and gather the beast possessors. No matter, to cover the Albino girl, but the truth is, it didn't have to be either.

The beast possessors are blind to Jonah, and slay to Arsia.

But that choice only gave time to the most dangerous girl.

"Elemental Missiles"

Eight ice arrows.

That's two pieces at a time, pierced into beast possession.

On the verge of its sharp fangs and claws reaching Arsia, the beast possessors who were dancing through the universe were bounced like beeballs and crashed into the warehouse walls.

It's a mistake to say that you can only be hurt with silver weapons, only to be resistant to other attacks, but an attack that doesn't mean anything.

"Don't come in until I say yes!

Send a warning to Regina waiting outside, but her consciousness was not toward the beast possessors - but toward Jonah.

You mustn't kill him.

"I tried to hurt Alcia, kill her"

There are two types of beast possessions.

Beast possession at birth - a subrace that honors the beast man and himself. Those who live primitive lives in mountain forests, such as werewolves, tigers, and bears.

It cannot be described as evil at a sip, but its ethics are very different from those of humans.

The other is a human being who was hurt by them and infected with Veterinary Disease (LycanSloppy).

Unlike the Beast Man, I can't control transformation or reason. Heritage of beast possession in the Brewers is mostly them.

And he is the perpetrator as well as the pathetic victim.

"Originally, they were innocent."

"... ok"

Disclaimer - rather than defying Alcia, the Albino girl fogged her intent to kill. Instead, he grows a few whips from his back and strikes the beast possessors with it.

"Now, forgive"

"Gu, gu, gu, gu"

Raise the voice of the disconnected demon, and the beast possessors lose consciousness.

Alcia's right, I didn't kill him. One of my psychic powers, the Seoul Wip, stopped me from stunning.

Veterinary disease is like a kind of curse, but it is never incurable. Especially for her, who has extremed the divine spell.

"But..."

So, for another thing, I cloud my expression enough to tell even if my face is half hidden in a crimson eyelid.

The beast man, the source of the infection, broke in from somewhere, creating a beast possession victim.

That's understandable, but still, I don't know the motive.

Did you simply want to cause confusion?

Or......

While praying to God and lifting the curse of beastification in order, Alcia was alone quietly circling her thoughts.