So I'm a sheep.

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The little girl caused a sensation as soon as she appeared in the wounded camp, and many soldiers, despite their injuries, wanted to salute her.

"No need, no need, everyone should lie down and rest."

Sasha felt a pang of sadness, but she forced a smile: "The holy water will be here soon. You'll feel better after using it."

"Oh, oh, oh, the almighty holy water?"

"Something so precious..."

"There's hope! I don't want to die yet!"

After the initial euphoria, suppressed sobs continued to rise.

"Holy water is here! Those who can move, come over first. One sip each, no more!"

The little girl turned around and saw several strong guards carrying a large water vat.

She looked at Zorn with a puzzled expression, only to see him nod slightly.

"..."

What's the point of diluting five bottles of holy water like this?!

The little girl moved her lips, but couldn't say anything.

Volume 1: Chapter 038 Can't Do It

The soldiers who could walk formed a long line, and several bishops personally used ladles to serve them water.

The other high-ranking officers were also busy. They delivered the holy water to the soldiers who could barely walk, offering words of comfort while feeding them water.

'Although the bishops of the Church of Dawn can be quite ruthless at times, they treat the general populace quite well.'

The little girl was somewhat moved. Just as she was about to go and help, her eyes suddenly sharpened.

She noticed that many soldiers had white spots of light emanating from their bodies!

The light spots gave Sasha a familiar feeling, and the little girl's heart stirred, and countless light spots floated straight towards her.

The densely packed points of light merged into his body, and his previously depleted power was quickly replenished.

At the same time, a strong feeling of having taken something away from others washed over me.

The little girl was surprised, delighted, and a little worried for no apparent reason.

She regained her strength and could save even more people.

But what did those who had their light taken away lose?

"..."

No matter what, saving lives is the priority!

"Zorn"

Sasha trotted to the Pope's side: "The Goddess has great compassion for these soldiers, and just now she lent me a little bit of her divine power."

"We can save even more people!"

There were more than one wounded camp, and even if the holy water was diluted in large quantities, a vat of water would be a drop in the ocean for so many wounded soldiers.

Sasha's strength was restored just in time!

Zorn was extremely excited: "There are still seven wounded camps. Lady Sasha, will everyone be able to drink the holy water?"

Seven places... no, eight places is more accurate.

The little girl didn't think a tub of super diluted holy water would have any effect.

Dilute to 10:1, no more.

'Even diluted to a 1:10 ratio, I still can't produce that much holy water.'

'Unless, unless I go to another wounded camp and continue to capture those little points of light.'

Sasha was instinctively very uneasy, but she nodded in response to Zorn's expectant gaze.

"Everyone can drink the holy water."

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The little girl didn't return to her room until midnight. The bishops were still working hard, but Sasha, being so young, couldn't keep up anymore.

She wanted to sleep, but after lying down in bed, she couldn't fall asleep.

Why are white specks appearing on the wounded soldier's body?

What exactly are those white dots of light?

One question after another popped into her mind, so the little girl simply got out of bed.

'Since I'm going to have insomnia anyway, I might as well try to sort things out first.'

Sasha went to six of the eight wounded camps, but she didn't go to the last two herself.

In other words, she did not remove the white spots on the last two wounded soldiers.

'Comparing the recovery progress of soldiers in different wounded battalions might reveal something.'

"Lady Sasha, are you asleep?"

The little girl was deep in thought when a sudden sound from outside the door startled her.

"Ah, I can't sleep... Black Knight?"

"Yes, Lady Sasha, may I come in?"

"Please come in."

Looking at the black knight with curiosity, the little girl guessed that he might have run into some trouble and had come to her for help.

“Lady Sasha, if you encounter any problems that are inconvenient for the bishops to handle, you are welcome to come to me.”

The Black Knight said solemnly, "I noticed you seemed distracted when you were helping out today; you must have encountered some difficulties."

Wait, they didn't come to ask for my help, but to help me solve my problems.

Faced with such a devoted believer, the young girl decided not to disappoint him.

"There are some things I need help with, but nothing that's inconvenient to talk about."

Sasha said, "Black Knight, I have a task for you."

Please speak.

“There are eight wounded camps in total, and I need to know the recovery status of the soldiers in each camp.”

"How much of the minor injuries have recovered, how much of the serious injuries have recovered, have any people survived in a 'certain death' situation, and if so, which wounded battalion do they belong to?"

"I need your help to gather this intelligence."

How are the wounded recovering?

The Black Knight was taken aback. He had thought it was something... that couldn't be discussed openly, but he hadn't expected it to be this.

"Lady Sasha, it's a bit difficult for me to gather intelligence on my own; I need the cooperation of the church's higher-ups."

"Yes, I will greet the bishops."

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Two weeks later, the little girl received the information that the Black Knight had carefully prepared.

As she flipped through the documents, her expression gradually became serious.

The holy water was definitely effective; the lightly wounded soldiers recovered quickly, and they left the wounded camp happily two or three days later.

There's no problem here; it's the same for all eight wounded battalions.

Looking at the seriously wounded soldiers, a problem arises.

Of the six wounded battalions the little girl passed through, very few of the seriously wounded soldiers recovered.

After struggling in agony for several days, they begged their comrades to give them a quick death.

Conversely, the wounded camps that the last two girls did not visit had an extremely high recovery rate for seriously wounded soldiers!

Not only did the recovery rate of seriously wounded soldiers be high, but some even survived after drinking the holy water.

These people spend all their time praising the goddess and the messenger of God.

Because of them, there wasn't even a pessimistic atmosphere in the last two wounded camps!

"..."

"The difference is too big; I don't believe you if you say there's no problem."

The young girl put down the documents and began to ponder a core question—what exactly had she taken from those wounded soldiers?

'Vitality? Or perhaps faith...'

Various guesses floated through the little girl's mind, but she felt none of them were the correct answer.

She hasn't been idle for the past two weeks. After continuous attempts, the little girl discovered that her power was not the 'healing power' she had initially thought.

It can make withered flowers bloom again, make a chubby cook slim down again, and make someone who has been staying up all night feel energetic again...

The little girl once thought this power was omnipotent, and she immediately thought of using it to solve the biggest problem she was facing.

Unfortunately, the golden seeds that thrived in the polluted soil were also contaminated, and the resulting fruit was inedible for Sasa.

The girl, filled with resentment, wanted to 'purify' the fruit, but before she could unleash the last bit of power within her, a feeling of 'inability' suddenly surfaced in her heart.

Is the remaining strength insufficient?

To verify her guess, the little girl put some dirt on her finger.

Just as I was about to purify myself, the feeling of 'not being able to do it' resurfaced from the bottom of my heart once again.

It can make mature seeds grow in polluted soil, yet it is powerless against such a tiny bit of purgatory power.

"It's not a matter of 'quantity,' it's a matter of 'quality' that's too different."