Chapter 31: 31

The next day, after a short while, I went to an art auction and stopped by Lloyd’s Merchant.

 

After selling a few things there, I looked with satisfaction at the balance of a little over 2,000 franc, and set out on the road.

 

It is said that Thiago’s girl will come after the Rose Festival is over, but even then, even if I buy a holy relic to protect myself, this will be the minimum amount of money for my independence.

 

I put my pocket in and walked towards the main road.

 

Behind me were Dwayne and two knights following.

 

At that moment.

 

Swoosh!

 

I heard the sound of something running fast from the side of the main road. It was a sharp brown horse.

 

A young man in noble attire was riding on the horse, and even though it was a road crowded with people during the festival, he ran without hesitation.

 

I frowned as I watched the dangerous run.

 

Then, I heard the murmurs of people saying, “Ooh,” And after a while, there was a loud noise as if something was falling apart.

 

The horse ran without stopping and passed in front of my eyes.

 

And I saw people gathering in the place where the horse had passed. I furrowed my eyebrows and focused my attention on it. Screaming voices flowed into my ears.

 

“Oh my gosh. I saw the horse hit and trampled on it, but it didn’t stop and passed by.”

 

“It was Lord Mikhael, wasn’t it?”

 

“Who else is there other than him? Because his sister is the Empress, there’s nothing in this world that scares him.”

 

“Child. Phew. What should we do? I think his back is completely broken.”

 

I went straight to them with a hardened expression on my face at the word ‘child’.

 

My heart was beating anxiously.

 

I stopped at the scene of the accident and had no choice but to cover my mouth with both hands.

 

I thought it would be an animal.

 

If any house dog is injured, I can take it in secret and heal it with sacred power. But it was the child who was dying surrounded by murmuring people.

 

“I don’t think there’s any hope, shouldn’t we tell his parents? Tck, tck.”

 

“Where are his parents? Just by looking at him, he is a kid from the Burglar’s Guild.”

 

A child of seven or eight years old, dressed in shabby clothes. There were several coins lying around the child.

 

His body was drenched in blood, his legs were protruding bones, and even the area near the vocal cord was injured, so he couldn’t say a word.

 

At that moment, I remembered the faces of the children who had passed by at the night market.

 

A child’s pupil filled only with pain.

 

The moment I saw it, something in my chest jumped violently.

 

‘I’m going to save you.’

 

I looked back and shouted loudly.

 

“Dwayne. Take a stretcher and take the child to that inn immediately.”

 

It was too crowded with a lot of people, and I couldn’t concentrate.

 

Dwayne, who had followed me and was unable to speak at the horrific sight in front of him, hesitated.

 

He decided that no matter what he did, a child in such a state couldn’t be saved.

 

“It’s an order!”

 

I shouted at him loudly, and he was dazed then asked the knights to get a stretcher.

 

“Hurry! Hurry up!!”

 

Human life was very tenacious. Just as I was stabbed that day and felt pain until I died.

 

The Paladins came quickly to find a stretcher, and when the child was put on the stretcher, his blood flowed down.

 

“Rent me a room, please. I’ll give you ten times the price.”

 

“But I can’t rent you a room for a dead…”

 

“This child isn’t dead. I speak in the name of the Saintess of Elium.”

 

Even with my words, the innkeeper hesitated, and I firmly appointed the innkeeper.

 

“Quick!”

 

“I-I understand!”

 

After telling them to leave the child, I told Dwayne and his knights to leave.

 

The child’s pupils were gradually becoming cloudy, and the floor was dripping with his blood.

 

His hands and feet were already green, and it was when death gradually began to seek the child. His breathing was irregular, and the child’s eyelids bled and barely moved.

 

I stretched out my hands and laid them on the child’s chest with a strong desire.

 

As soon as I saw the messed up child earlier, I was convinced of that.

 

That I could save him.

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My palms began to twirl with warmth.

 

Although the child’s appearance itself was disastrous, I didn’t feel disgusted at all. Only infinite sympathy, regret, and willingness to save a dying life filled my mind.

 

The energy that was circling in my hands began to be sucked into the child’s heart.

 

‘It’s weak.’

 

But that energy was smaller than the life force that escaped from the child’s body.

 

I was focused even more.

 

Contrary to me practicing controlling the blessing I received from Ciel, I didn’t have any time to practice the sacred power. As I couldn’t find anyone who was injured.

 

Therefore, I didn’t know in what way my sacred power reached the child as a healing power.

 

‘The sacred power is the power of the Gods, and my hand is the faucet.’

 

I concentrated my mind on my hands and tried to pour out the sacred power.

 

I could feel the sacred power overflowing and filling my body, but the sacred power delivered to the child through my hands was at the level of dripping water as if the faucet hadn’t been turned all the way.

 

The child’s life was gradually withering away. Like a broken flower.

 

The bowl was clearly different from the little bird I had saved. The look of a miserable child reminded me of the pain of being stabbed by a knife in my past life.

 

I thought I wanted to live.

 

It hurt so much that it would be better to die, but it’s the natural instinct of a person to have even a feeble life attached to it.

 

“Please…”

 

It was when my withered, unloved figure when I was young overlapped with the face of the child.

 

At that moment, I felt something piercing out of my hand, and on the contrary, I felt something being absorbed into me.

 

And then, my stomach that had been stabbed by the knife began to ache.

 

I furrowed my eyebrows and bit my lip.

 

I could feel the passage completely open. However, the healing that came from the sacred power wasn’t one-sided.

 

“Ugh.”

 

My stomach hurt as if the child’s pain had been transmitted to me.

 

The feeling of that day when my skin was pierced with a knife coolly climbed up my spine, and the deep fear that approached the moment of death began to occupy my mind. As if it was asking if I was still going to continue.

 

It wasn’t easy for a person to save someone. Nevertheless, I stretched out my palms and concentrated my mind even more.

 

The child’s heart, which had been slowing irregularly, began to burst with vitality again.

 

The shattered bones adhered and the misaligned bones began to come back.

 

My stomach hurt. It hurt so much that I was in a cold sweat.

 

But I didn’t want to put my hands down. With the stern sense of responsibility that a life is at stake under my hands, and the feeling of encouragement to see the child come out of death.

 

“Please…”

 

In my past life, I had been both the victim and the perpetrator.

 

It’s not my fault that I was born an illegitimate child, but my presence has shaken the peace of the family horribly.

 

Everyone pointed at me, hated me, and despised me, so I decided to hate them too.

 

I pushed those who tried to trap me into the abyss, and I did more harm to those who tried to harm me.

 

Monster, vicious thing, such words followed me, but I couldn’t help it. That was the only way I could live.

 

The first and last good deed I did was to be stabbed instead of a friend.

 

‘And back then I…’

 

Like a hedgehog, I only knew how to hurt, but I was also a human being… It was the first time I felt it while saving someone and dying.

 

“…”

 

The sacred power that was pouring out of my hand thinned and stopped.

  

 

I slowly withdrew my hands.

 

My eyes fluttered, I felt dizzy, and my body was shaking. And the fully healed child was lying down.

 

The light returned to his eyes, which had been staring blankly into the air, and his hand twitched.

 

“He… re is…”

 

A small voice came out of the child. He exerted strength with his hands to the ground and raised his upper body. It’s as smooth as if he was just waking up from sleep.

 

Only torn clothes, red blood on the floor, and a blood-soaked stretcher were awkwardly around the child.

 

“I, I…”

 

The child looked at me with fearful eyes.

 

A parched body. However, only the vitality in the eyes was clear. I was then able to breathe and be relieved.

 

I saved someone with these hands.

 

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