The Saint’s Magic Power is Omnipotent (WN)

A few days after the fact of the shock turns out.

I was reading and fishing for [the pharmacist] 's diary.

Pull back to the back room of the distillery this morning.

It's not like I can't resist reading people's diaries.

But you can't change your belly on your back...

This is also biased, because the [Virgin] technique will be available.

Oh, my God, I'm reading with an excuse to myself.

From the depictions in the diary, blessings seemed to be the same as the art of [Virgin].

It's the one I expected.

And from dealing with the golden magic, I thought [the pharmacist] might have been [the Virgin] as well.

If I checked with Mr. Corinna, he told me that my thoughts were right.

Most importantly, it is not known that blessing is the art of [Virgin].

Because this was classified information.

The details of the blessings have only been passed on to the generations of lords of Klausner territory and to the head of the distillery.

It was also because the diary was classified material.

I read such a dossier and later worried that the lord would anger me, but I ended up worried.

They had the Lord's permission in advance.

That's what I heard, I'm relieved.

If you think about it, how much Mr. Corinna is in charge of the distillery, there's no reason to show the top-secret material in the realm to the Lords without permission to outsiders, is there?

I know about the blessing, and now I just need to move on, but here's the problem again.

The problem is that I don't know the trigger conditions for [Virgin] 's surgery.

I have been reading [the pharmacist] 's diary for the past few days to solve this problem.

I wish I had some tips.

However, the progress is not fragrant.

I can't find a statement like this, like I was hoping.

I just finished reading the diary I had in my hand and stretch my back while sitting in the chair.

Beautiful, but tired of my eyes because I've been reading handwritten letters.

Rub your left and right eyeballs with both hands.

When I looked at the window, the light of day was plugged into the back of the room.

Based on the height of the day, is it about 3: 00 p.m. now?

Speaking of which, I don't even feel like the bell that informs the time rang a while ago.

I've been reading it all morning, and I guess I'll just go out and change my mood a little bit.

On an auspicious day, I rose from my chair.

"Oh? Are you going out?

"Thought I'd change my mood a little bit."

"That might be nice, too."

I just got out of the back room, and Mr. Corinna called me.

Reply and you'll get a bitter laugh back.

He looked so tired.

As an encouragement, he was pounded on the back.

Leaving the distillery is the back of the castle.

There is a small herbal field there that we use to experiment with herbal cultivation.

It doesn't cage in the smell of herbs like a distillery, but I feel somewhat soothed if I go to the side, so it's good for a change of mood.

When I arrived at the herbal field, I was relieved and overflowed with sighs.

Crouch beside the field and gaze at the view blurred with a system with jaws on top of both hands.

Due to the low line of sight, I can only see the herb that occasionally blows into the wind.

Often, I emptied my head, and dusked.

Nevertheless, the investigation is more difficult than I thought.

The trial and error of herbal cultivation was written in considerable detail.

So I was hoping that there would be activation conditions written about blessings as well, but this is refreshing.

All it says is about other conditions and about the people.

Hmm.

Maybe I'm missing something.

That's what I think, I look back at the medicinal herbs and think about the contents of the diary.

When it came to something other than herb cultivation, was it about the people who wrote a lot next?

Later, as much as it said about the details of everyday life.

Speaking of which, there were some people whose names came up.

Especially since it seemed like a man's name came out a lot.

If it feels like it was written, is it my brother?

I am particularly impressed because there were only more descriptions of the person than others.

Yeah, well, the first time you used the blessing, it was for that brother, wasn't it?

It was originally intended to grow herbs for the treatment of diseases endemic in the territory.

The disease progressed slowly in symptoms, but if it could not be treated, it was something that was weaker and weaker and would end up dead.

Even while the herb cultivation wasn't going well, the people fell one after the other, and finally my brother fell too.

So [the pharmacist] was in a great hurry.

This herb was also difficult to obtain and [the pharmacist] wagered on cultivation in a state where it was quick to find or grow.

The result is a win.

He made potions out of the medicinal herbs he grew up in, and all his younger brothers and residents healed safely.

The letter on the day my brother's symptoms settled was wet with something and seeping.

"Mmm, mystery."

I've been thinking back, but there's no part of me that cares as far as I can remember.

When that happens, do you have a tip for the part you don't remember?

I don't remember the contents of the diary without a letter, so it's possible.

But is it so trivial that I can't even stop remembering it?

There was no answer when I thought about it, and some of my legs came paralyzed, and I got up.

Keep your arms up and back stretched.

Because I've been reading my diary, or I heard bones rattling from my back.

It's subtle if you've had a change of mood, but it's been quite a good time, and it's time to go back.

Turning back on his heels, as he was headed for the distillery, he heard a gawd and a man.

Turning to those who spoke, I saw the mercenaries coming towards the castle.

If you look at things differently than usual, you're kind of in a hurry.

I found what I saw in the hedge, so I turned to my feet.

As I approached, I could see why it was such an atmosphere.

You were going on a demonic crusade, I see the injured man.

Some people can't seem to walk without borrowing someone else's shoulder.

"Are you okay!?

"Oh, my lady."

Running over to Mr. Leo, his difficult expression turned to a painful smile.

Who are they from the majority of the mercenaries. They turned their gaze on me like this, but some of them look at me and soothe their expression.

They're all people who've come to the distillery to pick up potions, and they know each other.

Someone next door asked me, or some of them seemed to explain me, and I heard the word distillery from there.

"Is it the return of the crusade?

"Ah. There's a demon out near the outer edge of the woods that doesn't usually come out. I've just been crusading that. I've got a lot to live for."

"It was hard, wasn't it? So there are a lot of injured people?

"Right. But you're more of a pimp than usual. Thanks to the potion your lady made for me."

A twinkle rises from the people who were listening to Mr. Leo and me.

"That potion, Nee-chan made it!

"Thanks to you for saving me."

"If it hadn't been for that, he'd be dead by now."

"The potion that I gave you to drink worked really well."

The curse of 50% increase, as always, seems to have done a good job.

In the wake of Mr. Leo's words, the mercenaries surrounded him and thanked him orally.

Though accustomed to the face of the Third Knights, they are surrounded by thicker muscles than they are, and the pressure they feel is a little higher.

I feel the edge of my mouth is subtly drawn, but I want you to look at it greatly because of the pressure there.

"After this, you'll be treated at the castle?

"Right. Even though it's better than usual in potions, some guys need a little more treatment."

"Well, I'll go to the distillery and get you a new potion."

"No, it's not enough to use potions. Just wrap it around a bandage."

"Looks like some people are pretty badly injured..."

"Uh. Right. I don't know..."

They refused to need a new potion, but some of the mercenaries can't walk alone.

If you ask those people again if they need it, they have a bad tooth cut.

Mr. Leo scratched his head with a troubled look.

You think using potion is more crisp and more efficient than waiting for it to heal naturally.

I think Leo and the others, the pros, know that.

Still shy, is it because you care about the lack of medicinal herbs?

Maybe the amount of potion you can use in a day is determined.

There are always a certain number of potions to wholesale to the mercenary regiment.

Hmm, so we're gonna use healing magic all the time here?

Looks like Leo and the others are fighting demons every day together, and you should come in perfect physical condition, right?

Isn't there anyone in the castle who can use restorative magic?

You don't have that, do you?

When I first heard about it, it was the capital? And I wondered, but it seems that everywhere in the region.

Even fewer people can use magic, and fewer of them can use healing magic, because most people can use it will go to the King's Capital.

Yes, to the Court Demon Division.

Because the Court Demon Division is better paid than working for a local castle, said someone who told me.

"Um, should I cure you if you want?

"Hmm? If potion..."

"Uh, not the potion, but the magic,"

"What?"

As expected, the mercenaries who were right next to me, including Mr. Leo, harden with a surprised look.

You don't think it's convenient and someone close to you can use restorative magic, do you?

"Wasn't your lady a pharmacist?

"Erm..."

What shall I say to Mr. Leo, who has recovered, although questioned him with a strange look?

I'm a researcher at the Institute of Medicinal Plants, but I also have pharmaceutical skills, and can I say pharmacist for once?

I'm a pharmacist.

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I don't know, what are you talking about? I feel like this guy is being seen with my eyes, but I don't care.

I feel like losing if I care.

I reopened it and said, "What do you want to do?" Asked, "Mr. Leo replied," please, "as he seemed to have given up thinking.

I got clearance safely, so I'm going to hang a 'heel' from someone nearby.

There are some people who are badly injured, but no one is injured life-threatening, so you won't have to prioritize.

Treatment with magic was unusual, or it seemed like many first-timers, and everyone who saw the effect of 'heels' had their eyes shining uniformly.

This number of people makes "area heels" with a range effect quicker, but this time healing is done with "heels" in the tunnel.

Because area and named magic also have a high skill level required.

Even though healing magic is rare, I have a feeling it's going to be a lot of trouble if I find out that it's even higher level.

So I don't use 'area heels' even if it's a hassle.

Such determination broke away in one word by Mr. Leo.

"You have a good arm, too."

"Really?

"Ah. I've seen the court magician treat you before, but you look better, miss."

"Oh, thank you"

"If you can only use this, they might call you later from the Knights."

"Huh?"

"There's been a lot of damage over there."

Damaged by the Knights, too?

Is that about the Third Knights?

"Oh, we were together when we came back, but those guys were more devastated"

"Looks like he was going deeper than us, so it's your fault."

"There's too many demons in the back right now, and it's chaotic. We need to get ready to go in."

"Um, are you talking about the Knights from Wang Du?

"Oh, yeah"

The mercenary's affirmation froze my hiatus and spine.

Following the usual knights in the back of his brain, the captain's smile comes to mind.

Then one day the sight I saw came to mind.

"Whoa!

"'Area Heels'"

Mr. Leo, surprised by my rapidly increasing magic, spoke up, but it didn't come into my ear then.

Mr. Mercenary, who was there, said "area heels" that put all of them in range, and then ran to the Knights' waiting area without even looking back at the voice that hung from behind.