Aftermath (1)
It’s a very obvious story, but the world is not a fairy tale book.
Just because you defeated the evil dragon, it means that the story doesn’t end with a closing comment like, “Everybody lived happily ever after.”
When I turned my attention away from Celia in my arms and looked around, I saw a scene close to ruins due to the rampage of the dragon and countless people strewn like corpses on top of it.
Quite a few people were being rescued from the cracks in the earth’s crust, wrapped in the stems of the World Tree.
I didn’t know that the dragon could run wild during the sealing process.
Until now, whenever I met the gods in a virtual space, the flow of time always stopped, so I inadvertently assumed that it would be the case this time as well.
When I came to my senses, the sight of the dragon’s paws approaching to crush me made me sick. This was definitely my mistake.
You might think that the cost of stopping the dragon was cheap, but… How could you think that in front of those who paid the price with their own bodies? Besides, among those who paid the price, there were figures like the princess and the saint.
No matter how you look at it, this isn’t cheap, but it seems like you paid too much for it?
And I’m the kind of person who can never live without losing money.
I immediately began to think about the probability of success with the absurd method I just came up with, estimating the state of the World Tree and the remaining divine power.
Even empty words didn’t seem like a high probability of success, but it’s funny not to try because you’re worried about failure when the case is over anyway.
Besides, since I seem to be in charge of the clean-up this time, shouldn’t I do the clean-up the way I can?
In this situation, it was obvious that it was the aftermath that the saint had to do.
Perhaps this time, if the princess had been conscious, she would have stopped me again, but it’s fortunate that the princess wasn’t conscious.
I sealed the dragon underground, absorbed mana from the dragon, and looked at the world tree that continued to grow in size, then touched it again.
As if it wasn’t just the appearance that had grown, I conveyed the images I had in my heart as I looked at the writings that were now fully named Yggdrasil and displayed like living things, not simply having specific functions like sacred objects.
I don’t know if it’s possible to communicate in this way, but I’m going to do everything I can right now.
Fortunately, as if my method wasn’t wrong, the will of the World Tree began to flow into me as well.
Drawing a question mark with stems on the image I had in my mind seemed to be asking me if I was really going to do this.
Yes, I will do it.
The World Tree, which swung its stem a couple of times as if asking how to make it even better, drew my figure and then added a picture of a skull-shaped soul draining out of it.
What is this, is this cartoon rendering that expresses that I could die? Maybe it’s because it’s influenced by my way of thinking, but the way I express it is very modern.
“It’s okay not to worry. I’ve already succeeded once.”
Even in the worst case, you won’t die.
“Besides, I can’t try this until now. Can you help me?”
What I am about to do now is to use the world tree spreading its roots throughout the academy, and control the mana absorbed from the dragon sealed under the world tree to perform large-scale holy magic.
It can’t be helped if the head, heart, or other vital parts needed to maintain life are missing, but other than that, it heals the body just like Priest Rhys did, and even if it’s dead, it stimulates the heart to try CPR.
Even if I’m in perfect condition, I can’t even begin with my holy power alone.
A method that would be impossible to even try if it were not now, when the mana created from the heart of the dragon was rampaging.
After thinking about it for a while, the world tree expressed affirmation to me with a weak gesture as if it had decided to accept my will.
If it absorbs all the mana spewed out from the dragon, it should be able to become the perfect world tree that it initially aimed for, but it would be a pity that the enormous amount of mana disappears even as a world tree.
I just want to thank you for accepting me… Ouch?!
The World Tree looked very displeased and hit me on the shoulder with a stem.
why?!
The world tree made a gesture of protest, swinging its stem round and round as if it were very displeased.
I don’t know what to say… The dragon who used to be the world tree’s body language interpreter doesn’t pitch.
Seeing me like that, the world tree stirred the stem a couple of times as if it didn’t know what I was expecting, and then began to stretch out the stem as if to ask me to prepare it.
I feel ignored by my less than a day old self.
After grumbling for a moment, I grabbed the stem of the World Tree and began to concentrate.
I had to be careful from now on.
He had already tried handling the dragon’s mana through the dwarves being manipulated by the church, but even then it wasn’t that easy.
Since I had already dealt with it once, there would be less trial and error than before, and the World Tree would also help, but the amount of mana I had to deal with increased to an unbelievable level, and the number of patients also increased, so I couldn’t be optimistic.
The moment you focus on the stem.
Numerous beams of light moved from the dark space with closed eyes and began to form a certain shape.
Numerous beams of light that stretched here and there gradually rise upward, and countless beams of light begin to spread out from the rising beams.
And finally, those countless lights began to paint the inside of the academy.
this is how you see the world
Centered around this place, not only the people around the building, but also the students who were crushed by the building when it collapsed, the staff who were injured when something exploded, the teachers who couldn’t escape while evacuating the students… You can feel the situation of everyone inside the academy in real time. started to lose
This isn’t as easy as you think.
I thought it would just feel like seeing a 3D bird’s eye view, but should I say that I could feel all the senses of the area…Anyway, it was a difficult feeling to get used to.
Fortunately, the world tree seemed to notice my situation, and after a while, the halo of light slightly decreased and all my senses decreased, so I was able to focus on my vision as if I were really looking at a bird’s eye view.
So, shall we begin now?
Having regained my composure, I raised my divine power and began to blow it into the World Tree.
As if in response, the World Tree began to vigorously release the dragon’s mana it had been absorbing, and the World Tree and I harmonized the two together and began to transmit them throughout the academy through the roots.
To be honest, I was thinking that I might have problems in the process, but it was much easier than I thought.
And it wasn’t that I was able to easily handle the dragon’s mana in a short period of time… the World Tree was insanely competent.
In the process of absorbing the dragon’s mana, this world tree changed its nature to the extent that it did not react against the mana, and it was not enough to deal with a huge amount of divine power and mana beyond what I was able to handle.
In addition, since this guy’s root is doing the sending of divine power throughout the academy, in fact, I didn’t do much.
you are so amazing
When I sent such a sentiment, it was easy to imagine how the world tree, which had no clear appearance, showed off his chest with his hands on his hips.
Thanks to the assistance of the World Tree, which was better than I thought, it was not as difficult as I thought to implement the holy magic that affects the entire academy.
Now, if you pick out people who need treatment, focus your consciousness on the roots around them, infuse divine power, and complete your holy magic…!
It’s a very obvious story, but the world is not a fairy tale book.
Just because you defeated the evil dragon, it means that the story doesn’t end with a closing comment like, “Everybody lived happily ever after.”
However, at least if there are healing one-tool characters such as saints and priests in that story, wouldn’t it be okay to at least say that everyone survived somehow?
Even though all of them are half a penny who can’t even achieve the goal of surviving somehow… even these people somehow…
For a moment, the corpse in the church became conscious, but he shook his head.
It was too far there.
Even if it were possible, it would be too much time to simply treat the injury and revive it with CPR.
If you poured holy power into it unreasonably, you could heal some of the organ damage caused by the lack of blood circulation, but if that happened, you didn’t know how much holy power would be consumed just to heal one person.
Even just to revive the wounded and dead in the academy, this enormous amount of divine power and mana, which are unlikely to be dealt with again, are inevitably being ignored and treated for injuries that are judged to be harmless to life. It was absurd to even save them.
I won’t say I’m sorry. Even if others say it’s reckless, I’m a person who does things that are considered worthwhile after weighing the possibilities, and I’m not going to risk the lives of these people who can definitely be saved to save you, who, no matter how you look at it, seem unlikely. because it
Instead, I’ll listen to your grudges. Because that’s the only thing I can do for you.
It was as if the screams of the sorcerer who had just been sealed away were heard in his ears.
After returning my consciousness that had been barely buried in the church, I smiled faintly as I felt the feelings of the World Tree worried.
Worrying for nothing is just like Celia.
You do not have to worry.
You’ll get used to it sooner or later. Besides, I’m a realist, and I know full well that right now it’s only right to focus on the people you can save rather than those you couldn’t.
I made up my mind and finally invoked holy magic.
The light emitted from me and the World Tree illuminated the surroundings, then was sucked back into the World Tree, and before long, the entire academy was filled with light.
Clean up after the battle of Saints.
Get rid of the dead. It’s even better if you get rid of the wounded too.
Then the survivors will do something.
The less the damage, the less the controversy.
It was a very clear solution.
…
The academy has suffered a very big measles recently.
In the first place, it was not something he was accustomed to having at the academy, including a dwarven saint.
In order to maintain maximum neutrality at the academy, the entry and exit of outside personnel was directly managed by the imperial family.
However, the sudden visit of a saint from a foreign country was not enough, and I wondered if an academy student was involved in a demon worshiper incident. I wondered if the support came out, but it turned out that he was a traitor.
The traitor used to be a monster and began to smash and destroy the academy.
At least, it was comforting that the monster started to rampage near a deserted mountain.
Of course, that was the case, but it was not a matter of real comfort.
The academy is a space where thousands of people live for a long time, and there was no place without people inside the academy.
Moreover, since the monster had grown to hundreds of times the size of an ordinary human, the monster’s magical powers eventually spread throughout the academy.
“Ugh…”
“Here’s the priest…no one, just anyone, please help!”
“Hemostatic pills and bandages! How the hell can I run out of bandages?”
“Hey, he’s already bad. Help me out here!”
“It’s noisy! What do you know! I can save you!”
It was a scream that resonated throughout the academy.
All priests, including those of different races, who were residing at the academy were taking care of the injured, but they were not able to do it, and even professors who knew a little about pharmacy or medicine, as well as students, came forward to help, but it was not enough.
It was fortunate that at some point, additional damage, including the dragon’s roar, was not coming out.
“What the hell…how should I do this…”
The elf princess, Iris, who was looking around while wiping the sweat from her treatment of the injured for a while, complained at the terrible situation that seemed unlikely to be resolved.
Even at this moment, fatally wounded people were dying.
Is that all?
Now that the monster was quiet, I had to go to the place where I would have fought it to the death and help those who survived, but I couldn’t do it.
This is the case even in the area that was damaged by the monster’s unintentional rampage.
Are there any survivors among those who fought against the monster?
And the dwarves and some people, including Saint Ronan, who were not visible even during this chaos, must have headed there… I was afraid to confirm the truth.
“Saint Ronan…”
Even though I thought that Ronan would have subdued that monster somehow, on the other side of my mind, the ominous imagination filled my head as to whether or not I would have sacrificed my life just like my mother did.
“Ahh!”
“what’s this!”
An uproar began to arise from people.
“What?!”
“Another attack?”
Everyone reacted sensitively and turned their eyes to the place where the sound came from, and everyone’s eyes were on the place where they were directed…
“Is this…an attack?”
“Isn’t it exploding?”
“Isn’t that…the root of the tree?”
Something small appeared through the cracks in the collapsed floor, emitting a soft light.
The elves, including Iris, noticed that it was the root of a tree, and that it was a tree emitting divine power, but they couldn’t understand the situation either.
Where the hell is the tree that is rooted here, and how does the divine power spring from the tree?
The moment when everyone was confused.
Grasp!
“Ahh!”
The divine power that was secretly exuded from the roots of the tree suddenly overflowed as if bursting and began to cover the surroundings.
Most people screamed and ducked for what it was an attack, but Iris was carefully observing the roots, so she didn’t miss it and could see everything that happened next.
The divine power that has spread around begins to hover around the fallen people. The divine power that has been around like that slowly permeates into people.
End with it.
However, the repercussions brought about by that meaningless act were by no means small.
“Hey…how did this happen?”
“Heart… I hear a heartbeat! He’s alive! He’s alive!”
After nothing happened for a long time after the halo of light spread, the people who had been in a state of bewilderment regained their senses and began to look around.
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Life-threatening injuries have healed before anyone knows. Those who were not breathing until recently are breathing again.
“Oh! Orion!”
“It’s clear that God has taken care of you!”
A miracle. What can only be described as a miracle happened.
Not only here, but from far away, a commotion began to be heard.
Iris, with her keen hearing, could pick up on that too, an expression of joy that the wounded were being healed.
‘Orion-sama’s grace…?’
Iris tilted her head when she saw that image that made even those who did not normally seek God shout the name of Orion.
Yes, it’s great, benevolent, and out of context enough to inadvertently make you want to find God.
However, at least as far as he knows, God does not intervene on earth in this way.
Perhaps this time was a special exception to the extent that the gods intervened thanks to the monster’s existence. How could an elf know everything about the gods?
But a grace that transcends life and death…? I don’t know.
Iris concluded that this was a matter she could not immediately judge.
However, if there was one thing that Iris was sure of even in the midst of chaos. If this was really the grace of Orion, then of course, that grace would have been acted upon at the fingertips of Saint Ronan. It’s strange to think.
‘Saint Ronan. What the hell did you do…?’
And that means…Accepting it, Saint Ronan can use holy magic that transcends life and death…
For now, everyone will cry out the name of God and praise his grace.
How can you think rationally when you are about to lose a loved one or a close friend, or right after losing them?
But…after everyone regains their sanity? Most of them can go on praising Orion’s miracles. Ronan has done so many seemingly impossible things.
But what about those who don’t?
Even if it was a very special case and it was possible under Orion-sama’s permission, would everyone accept it?
There is no bubble in the world that can inflate infinitely. Everything has a limit, and you can’t endlessly jump over that limit.
But didn’t Ronan blow extra air into the bubble that was now too inflated? Such an ominous feeling filled Iris’ brain.
Even though I believed that Ronan would be able to solve it well, on the other hand, somewhere in my heart… the bubble that Ronan stepped on burst, and the figure of Ronan falling from a higher place than anyone else was drawn.
“Saint Ronan…”
“Long live Orion!”
Iris’s diffident voice was silenced by the voices of everyone praising gods and miracles.
