The Witch, Who Once Was Called A Saint

Healing power.

I guess that refers to the uncompensated healing magic that does not exist in this world.

The sorcery carried out by Astraia is only to transfer the affected area to itself and is a life-threatening method of healing, unless it is also immortal. So it's not about the power of healing or anything like that.

But to be told the unexpected, Astreia was stuck in a response.

How can I explain it? But instead of Astraia, who does not answer, Ios continues his words.

"I've been wondering. My injuries, Morga's and Elba's injuries... they were helping me by exercising my healing powers...?

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"I didn't know why I was spending time in the woods. I've got a theory that there's a reason... but that's all the power, if people find out, they're more likely to abuse you, and you're in danger."

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"So you were in the woods to keep yourself out of danger. The peculiar power is… if it is also a life-threatening force, it is not strange for a stranger to approach"

I'm happy and sad that you're mistaken.

What I didn't find disgusting is reassuring from the bottom of my mind.

But Astreia couldn't help but say she was right.

(... earlier, I was relieved to think I'd been noticed. 'Cause I thought this wouldn't bother me anymore -)

I tried to escape from what I had to think.

I was angry with myself like that and now I can't tell you the truth, and I regret it. Even though I tried to ask, I just disappeared somewhere.

Ios seemed to be waiting for a little response, but took a knee to the floor and looked up at Astraia piercing her silence.

Even as Astraia looked down, Ios appeared at the edge of her sight.

"If you like... why don't you move to this city already?

The words told by Ios, who broke his knee, were unimaginable to Astreia.

"I find it difficult, in my position, to live in the fort all the time. But the city can rent a house, and if you need anything, we can help."

I would have taken pleasure in that hand if the power of confidence were truly healing.

But it's not.

Astraia bit her lips and gripped them hard with force at her fingertips.

"Here, because I have one too. Can't you count on me?

At the end of the day Astraia shook her head at Ios, who looked a little off.

I can't count on you. There's just a reason I can't rely on it.

"A little tired, isn't it? Hey, I'm gonna check on Tenan, so take a rest."

Ios, who finally stroked Astraia's hair, closed the door with a word of "good night" before leaving the room.

Listening to the distant footsteps, Astreia slowly raised her face.

"... really, you're spoiled"

The voice was slightly blurred, but it reached its own ear firmly.

Ios recognised once again that he was very calm, but still took it as his personality. Although his mistake is that there is likely to be a "hidden thing" about healing magic that is mistaken for healing power, there is no way that Ios himself sees it as special.

If that's the case with him, maybe immortality would be good for his perception of one or so of his personalities.

On the other hand, when I thought I would accept it... the answer is no.

(You can also stay sweet and enjoy temporary happiness. But... stay unprepared, do it... I'll be absolutely sorry)

And the longer it lasts, the harder it will be to get out.

(The only way to get the situation I really want is to break the curse of immortality)

Astraia used to look for a way to do that, too, and crossed the place.

However, no description of immortality appeared in any way, such as the record of immortality.

(Still, I may not find a way to solve it without an immortal person)

I gave up looking because I didn't want to despair any more.

And into the woods was creeped out by the people who were supposed to have saved them once, and their companions were old, left alone in time, and they found no way to solve it. Because people didn't want to look directly at the situation as they went through time.

"... no... there is still only one thing that could happen.... I've become immortal, if that ritual can be reproduced... I might get a hint"

That's something I've tried before.

Even after entering the woods, I tried and failed for nights, the ancient prohibition.

(Try again...?

I gave up doing it because I didn't even get any signs that the ritual would succeed.

I don't know how many times I've been heartbroken on a surface that doesn't respond at all.

Still, now, I just want to try it again.

"So, if you can't. It means you can't be here."

Astraia stood up slowly.

I have a sense that my knees are laughing. Still, I couldn't stand still.

(A good reflection of the sky, a nice pond... sure, it must have been in the south)

I put my foot on the window frame and called the wind to myself.

I have a feeling of tingling and physical pain, but I don't even think it's pain compared to when my heart aches.

And as he opened his eyes, Astreia flew off the spot.