I made up magic and taught a world-destroying witch?

Joseph: "The same?"

She said you always see paths that others can't see yourself!

Joseph: "..."

Did Sister Evelyn have some strange misunderstanding about him? He just randomly picked a few skills based on the game class, how did he see a path that others couldn't?

If he were truly that perceptive, he would have already found the safe route to his southern manor, instead of wasting half a year here. But upon closer reflection, he now has money, students, and it seems he's acquired two skills as well.

All things considered, the results don't seem particularly bad.

The carriage continued towards Grey Pigeon Town. Along the way, Allen was clearly still pondering the same idea he had just come up with, muttering to himself something like "Active Interception," "Guardian Mark," and "Danger, look to me first."

Joseph's eyelids twitched as he listened; this guy had better not actually turn "Danger is looking at me" into widespread mockery.

Otherwise, if they really encounter dozens of monsters in the future, and Allen stands in the middle of the crowd laughing, everything around him turns around and pounces on him, then the remaining people can only stand there and pray to the gods for protection, hoping that this guardian knight will die slowly.

But then I thought, it wouldn't hurt Allen to face all the dangers first.

Then let's practice, and it's best to practice until he's strong enough, just in case he manages to learn a skill.

After some time, the White Dove Church came into view.

The church, located between Grey Pigeon Town and White Pigeon Wharf, was much smaller than Joseph had imagined. Several low houses were attached to one side of the church, with large windows for ventilation and clean cloths and sheets hanging outside. These were probably temporary resting places for sick travelers and people with nowhere else to go.

As soon as the carriage stopped, Joseph smelled not only herbs but also the sweet aroma of roasted wheat flour and honey. His remaining dissatisfaction with the journey vanished considerably.

Allen obviously smelled it too.

"Hahaha! The cake must have just come out of the oven!" he said, jumping down from the carriage and striding into the church courtyard.

He had only taken a few steps when he suddenly stopped, looking down at his small round shield as if he couldn't help but think about it more and more.

"Professor, I'll try it out in the training area at the back first!"

  

Joseph: "?" Wasn't he supposed to be brought to see the patient?

"Weren't you going to take me to Sister Evelyn?"

"The nun is inside!" Allen pointed to the side door of the church. "You'll see her as soon as you go in!"

After saying that, he took the small round shield off as he ran.

"I'll be back soon! Hahaha!"

Joseph stood there, watching the young knight disappear around the back wall of the church in the blink of an eye, as if he had suddenly received a hidden class quest.

Soon, Allen's energetic voice came from behind.

"Hit me!"

"Danger! Look at me first!"

"Hahaha! No, let's do it again!"

Then came the sound of wood colliding and something falling to the ground.

Joseph: "..." This doesn't seem to have much to do with how many Guardian Knights there are.

Those who don't know better might think that the White Dove Church is training a special kind of ascetic who gets beaten up by loudly provoking others.

Well, young people always have their own way of growing up, and as long as they don't die in the end, it's all a very valuable life exploration.

As for what if he/she passes away, then write more words on the tombstone; it's not a loss.

Joseph straightened his coat and walked alone into the White Dove Church.

The interior of the church was even simpler than the exterior. In the hall, there were two rows of old wooden benches that had been worn smooth and shiny. On the altar in front stood a white statue of a deity whose face had become somewhat blurred due to its age. All that could be seen was that the deity had bowed his head and held his hands in front of his chest.

Several bouquets of newly placed white flowers were placed next to the statue. Several nuns carried basins of water and clean cloths back and forth in the corridor. Some were washing cups, while others were quietly comforting a crying child.

Occasionally, suppressed coughs and children's voices could be heard from the side hall. Joseph followed the sound and soon saw Evelyn at the entrance of the side hall, kneeling before a dockworker.

The sleeves of her black nun's habit were neatly rolled up to her elbows, revealing a section of her pale, slender wrist. Her long, silvery-white hair wasn't completely tied up today, with a few strands hanging down from her ears and swaying gently in the breeze blowing in from the window.

She gently supported the patient's back with one hand, and held a wooden cup in the other, patiently waiting for the cough to subside. A little girl was clinging tightly to her skirt beside her.

Evelyn turned her body slightly to the side so that the child could get closer.

"Drink slowly," she said softly. "There's only a little calming herb in the water, so it won't be very bitter."

The dockworker took the cup, coughed a few times, and it took a while for his breathing to return to normal.

As if sensing someone at the door, Evelyn raised her eyes, her gentle gaze passing over the crowd moving back and forth in the side hall and landing on Joseph.

She paused for a moment, then smiled gently at him:

"Professor, you've arrived."

"Sister Evelyn," Joseph nodded to her. "Sir Allen said that some of the rescued people are coughing."

"Yes." Evelyn gently patted the little girl's shoulder. "Lucy, would you like to sit with your father for a while?"

The little girl looked up at her, then glanced furtively at Joseph standing in the doorway, and finally nodded obediently.

Evelyn stood up and handed the wooden cup to another nun beside her before walking over to Joseph.

"The six people rescued from the well are currently staying in the rest room behind the church."

She led Joseph into the side hall, explaining in a low voice:

"Three of them only coughed occasionally, while the other two had slightly more severe symptoms, one of whom was a dwarf craftsman."

The most seriously injured was the dockworker from earlier; he had been down there the longest and was nearly unconscious when he was pulled out.

Joseph followed her gaze and glanced at her.

The dockworker was about forty years old and looked unwell, but he seemed to have been well taken care of at the church. The little girl sat quietly beside him, close to his arm.

"Has the association come to inspect?"

"They came." Evelyn nodded gently. "They checked the magical fluctuations of the group, as well as their clothing and the items they brought back, and found no obvious contamination. The church's purification blessing also had no effect."

"Where is the doctor?"

"The town's doctor also came to see me this morning."

Evelyn said:

He said it might be because he had been underground for too long and inhaled too much dust and moisture, and that he should rest for a few days before taking some cough-suppressing herbs.

That sounds pretty normal. Joseph breathed a sigh of relief.

If the doctor has already seen him, and the association and church have also examined him, then he probably only needs to take a quick look, eat a piece of cake, and leave.

"Since a doctor has already treated it, we should observe it according to his method and there shouldn't be any problems."

Joseph said.

Evelyn looked down at her hands clasped in front of her, and after a moment she said softly:

"That's what I told them too, but I'm still a little worried."

The association said they found no problems, and the church's purification efforts had no effect. But what if the effects left by that substance weren't the kind of contamination we're familiar with?

Joseph, recalling Buck coughing in his experimental tower, asked, "When did they start coughing?"

"They've been appearing one after another these past few days," Evelyn said.

"At first there were only one or two people, but later others gradually started coughing as well."

Their families all thought that everything would be alright once they were back. But seeing them cough one after another, I suddenly felt a little scared.

Evelyn turned her face away, seemingly not wanting anyone to see her expression, but Joseph still saw a tear roll down her cheek and onto her chin.

She raised her hand to wipe it away, but her movements were slower than the tears.

"I'm sorry," Evelyn said softly, "I shouldn't have said those things in front of the professor."

Joseph suddenly felt a headache coming on. He wasn't very good at dealing with people crying, especially this kind of crying, which was even more difficult to handle than a loud wail.

"Rescuing the person was the best outcome we could have achieved at the time. As for any problems that arose afterward, there's still time to conduct examinations."

This sounds a bit empty, but he can't exactly watch a nun cry in front of him and say something like "life and death are predestined." He suggests taking a more relaxed approach.

That's somewhat inconsistent with the image of a great mage.

Evelyn looked at him again, her eyes, which usually held a faint smile, were now veiled with a lingering moisture.

Joseph had no choice but to continue:

"Since the symptoms are similar, let's ask about the situation of a few people again together."

These things may not be useful, but since we're already here, we can't just eat cake all the time.

Besides, Evelyn even prepared calming herb honey cakes to invite him over. Although he hasn't even had a bite yet, she should at least offer some observations commensurate with his reward.

Evelyn's eyes glistened with tears.

"Thank you, Professor."

Seeing that she had stopped crying, Joseph nodded and said, "Let's go see her first."

"it is good."

Evelyn turned around and led Joseph toward the dockworkers.

Professor Grantham is perhaps more soft-hearted than anyone imagines; once a difficult problem is presented to him, it is very difficult for him to actually turn away.

She lowered her head and smiled as she gently wiped away another tear that had already slid down her cheek.

She now knows the answer.