Strength 99999 but the Holy Sister

Elsa repeated it again, then she said thoughtfully, "Just now, a group of people came over, saying they were attacked by some black-robed men and asked us to help report to the church. But unfortunately, they've already left—as for where they went, I don't know. I heard the captain say he was going to report on the situation, maybe he's back to the Knights. But they have a teammate here, you can ask her if you're interested."

The female priest pointed in a direction where some wooden boxes filled with dry straw were stacked. They looked like they were carrying goods. Behind them, Elsa saw a familiar figure—Filia Livlet. She was wearing a hood, and the blood on her white robe had dried, turning it into a maroon color. It was stained with mud and looked dirty.

She was still away from the crowd, sitting alone in front of the stone coffin in the corner, with her head drooping and her shoulders slightly heaving, as if she was resting. Elsa couldn't see her expression clearly.

"That girl is a bit of a taciturn person. I can't guarantee that she will answer your questions," the female priest said, with a hint of disgust in her eyes. "And she seems to be a 'half-elf', so you have to be careful."

"Half-elf?"

Elsa was slightly surprised, and so was Vivian.

Few people living in this world have not heard the tales of half-elves, but even fewer have actually seen one.

"Yes, half-elf, you will know once you meet her. Those green eyes are really disgusting."

Green eyes are not exclusive to half-elves and elves. In fact, some humans, especially those with a good compatibility with natural magic, may also have green eyes.

But half-elves must have emerald green eyes, and their ears are different from those of ordinary people, appearing slightly pointed, so they are easy to identify.

The female priest, naturally unaware of Elsa's acquaintance with Filia, launched into a barrage of slander. Elsa wanted to say something, but she remained silent and left without thanking the priest. Even if she said anything, it wouldn't change anything. Elsa didn't want to waste her time arguing over right and wrong. The current state of the world couldn't be changed by mere verbal arguments.

Elsa had never associated Filia with elves before, nor had she seen a half-elf, but she had some understanding of the plight of the half-elf community. Half-elves are the descendants of humans and elves. In the era when humans and elves were not on good terms, they had an awkward status. They were despised by humans and rejected by elves, and were unwelcome on both sides.

Prejudice and discrimination are deeply rooted in the hearts of most humans, who believe that they are an inferior race. This situation has not changed much because of the handshake and reconciliation between humans and elves. It seems that half-elves have been forgotten by both sides at the same time - even though they were born from humans and elves.

The attitude of female pastors probably represents the attitude of the majority of people.

Aisha pulled Vivian through the back of the tent where wooden boxes were stacked, and whispered, "Vivian, have you ever seen a half-elf?"

Vivian shook her head, her clear eyes almost visible to the bottom.

"No……"

"Do you hate them?"

"I have no idea……"

Vivian honestly felt a touch of jealousy and envy towards Filia, but not dislike. She had no concept of half-elves, nor any preconceived prejudice against them. Rather, she could empathize with their hardships and suffering. Witches, like half-elves, were oppressed by prejudice. Vivian's mother was powerful enough to give her a childhood, albeit an incomplete one, but at least one without worries about food and safety. Most other witches weren't so lucky.

She thought about it, and suddenly mustered up the courage to ask, "Elsa... have you heard of witches?"

"I've heard of it, what's wrong?"

"Elsa... you've never seen a witch, right?"

"No."

"I... have seen them... I think... maybe half-elves are similar to witches..."

Vivian was expectant and afraid. She looked into Aisha's eyes, and Aisha's words made her pinch the corner of her clothes.

Aisha looked into Vivian's clear eyes and smiled.

"I actually really want to meet the witch. I think maybe we could become friends."

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64. Vivian's Slap

"Filia, we meet again."

The familiar voice made Filia slowly raise her head. She was stunned when she saw Elsa and Vivian - Elsa was still the same, looking clean and clear, while Vivian behind her seemed to be drunk and intoxicated, even the glance she cast at her was like pink petals.

What an understanding girl, her mood is written all over her face.

Filia had a little yearning for Vivian. She also wanted to be able to laugh when she was happy and cry when she was sad one day. However, she had not cared about her own mood for a long time - whether happy or sad, it could not change her current situation.

Filia stopped looking at Aisha and Vivian. She slowly shifted her gaze away and had no intention of getting up.

"You must be here to ask me about those black-robed men, right? I've told you everything I know."

In Filia's opinion, everyone is good. Apart from a few truly kind-hearted people who are willing to contact her, the others are either driven by ridiculous curiosity or have other motives.

She had almost grown numb.

"I want you to take us to the place where you were attacked."

Elsa smiled and got straight to the point.

"Just go find the captain. I don't know more than he does. I've reported everything I can."

Filia's tone was still as aloof as ever. Elsa had thought that this was just her character before, but now she felt that maybe Filia was not like that by nature, but was forced to do so.

Compared to when I saw her in the cave before, Filia was obviously weaker now. Her face was pale and her voice was a little shaky.

Elsa sighed, her desire to help becoming stronger.

"No, I mean, if possible, I'd like to hear your description of the situation at the scene and your opinion. Because your insight is far superior to others, I think it would be more helpful if it was you."

Elsa paused halfway through her words and followed the bloodstains on Filia's white robe to look at her waist, which had already been dyed bright red with blood.

"Wait, your injury..."

Elsa frowned. Filia's injuries had not healed, which made Elsa a little confused, but she soon thought of a possibility and her tone became gloomy.

"Filia, have they never given you any treatment?"

Filia didn't say anything, and Aisha saw it as a tacit agreement.

"Tsk."

Elsa frowned tightly, feeling the blood rushing up in her heart for the first time in a long time. It had been a long time since she had been angry about something.

Such injuries can be life-threatening if left untreated.

There are priests all around—isn’t that ironic?

"You look unwell. Let me help you—I have some recovery potions here."

Filia glanced at Aisha and shook her head.

"Please take it. I will not accept charity from humans."

"If you don't like this, you can pay me to buy it, or just consider it as a favor you owe me."

"I do not need."

Filia's tone remained indifferent, and Aisha felt helpless.

She motioned Vivian to help cover it up, then she squatted down and lifted up Filia's white robe, revealing the bloody gauze in front of Elsa.

"what are you doing?"

Filia tried to block Aisha's hand, but it was no use.

Elsa ignored Filia's resistance and grabbed both of her hands with one hand and held them down.

"I want to help you."

"I do not need!"

Filia's hands were pinned down and raised above her head. She stubbornly tried to hide, but Elsa simply sat astride her and pressed her down. Elsa actually rode on her directly, which made it impossible for Filia to hide even if she wanted to. Perhaps it was because she used too much force, or perhaps it was because she felt embarrassed to be treated like this by a girl. She blushed and turned her eyes away, gave up resistance, and let Elsa easily remove the bloody gauze.

This scene shocked Vivian who was standing by - she suddenly felt like she was a little... no, she was very envious of this Filia. She bit her lip unwillingly, her mouth full of sourness.

Elsa naturally didn't notice the expressions of Vivian and Filia.

“It’s gotten worse.”

The wound under the gauze made Aisha frown slightly.

Filia's injury was not very troublesome. Although the wound went straight through her waist, she could recover by taking some medicine, drinking some recovery potion, and then having the priest expel the toxins left by the monster.

But now it seems that the wound is bleeding profusely, and it seems very likely that it is caused by the monster's poison, and this kind of undead poison needs the help of a priest to exorcise it.

Obviously, the injury was aggravated - because it did not receive timely and appropriate treatment.

"I'm sorry, please forgive my rudeness, but your injury is getting worse and needs to be treated quickly. Don't worry, it won't hurt."

Elsa pulled out a bottle of healing potion, nimbly bit off the cork, and poured it directly onto Filia's wound. While this direct application lost a lot of potency, it was significantly more effective in promoting healing. Elsa repeatedly rinsed Filia's wound with water and potion, alternating between them. Filia wanted to say something, but she arched her back in pain.

"Well……"

The hood also slid down, revealing her long emerald hair. The severe pain made Filia almost spasm. She gritted her teeth and forced herself not to scream. She hunched her body, almost leaning on Elsa's shoulder. She could almost smell the faint fragrance of Elsa's body. Elsa's voice came to her ears, but more of it came from her own trembling and panting.

"Okay, okay, relax a little."

Elsa hugged the weak and exhausted Filia, took out the gauze again, took out a bottle of medicine and handed it to Filia.

"Drink this. Your wound is better now, but we still need a priest to remove the poison from you."

Filia looked up at Elsa weakly, wanting to refuse, but she suddenly thought, if she refused, would the nun ride on her again and force her mouth open to force the medicine down her throat?

Thinking of this, Filia reluctantly took the potion.

"Thanks……"

Filia herself couldn't remember how long it had been since she had said these two words. She turned her eyes away from Elsa, but a sense of sadness inexplicably rose in her heart. She pursed her lips and was unwilling to speak again.

Aisha just smiled and said, "Drink it."

However, at this moment, a burst of hurried footsteps approached.

"Where are you from? What are you doing here? What do you want to do sneaking around here?"

A harsh rebuke was heard, followed by Vivian's weak but firm voice.

"Please wait... Please don't go over there... We are treating the wounded..."

"Wounded? How come I don't know there are wounded here? Get out of my way!"

"no……"

"Tsk, take her away."

what happened?

Elsa heard the sound from behind, but Filia was still naked at this time. She quickly tidied Filia's clothes, stood up and walked towards Vivian. Then she saw a priest holding Vivian's staff in one hand and grabbing Vivian's shoulder with the other hand.

Vivian was clearly frightened, and fear triggered her fighting instincts. Almost the moment the other party reached out, she knelt and retreated, her staff pressed down along with the other party's force, and she elbowed the priest in the chest. At the same time, a huge and concentrated magic power accumulated in her palm, and she suddenly struck out across her waist.

bang——

There was a loud bang, and the pastor screamed before he could react and was blown more than ten meters away. He fell among wooden boxes full of straw, crushing several boxes and did not move for a long time.

"If you guys keep touching me...I won't be polite..."

Vivian timidly glanced at the person who fell to the ground, and quickly raised the staff in her hand and pointed it at the remaining people. Her voice sounded very unconfident, but it made those people freeze in their places and no one stepped forward - being able to make a person fly so far away, how could it be considered "polite"?

"Also...you'd better go check on him...he might be dying..."

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[That's all for today. If nothing goes wrong tonight, I should be able to write another chapter~]

65. Aisha's Slap [Part 3]

The scene was very quiet for a while, and onlookers immediately appeared around.

After all, this is a temporary hospital and fighting is strictly prohibited, let alone in an emergency mission to deal with the resurrection of the demon general. Anyone who dares to disobey orders and act arbitrarily at this time may be held accountable and executed.

This is no joke.

But when someone wanted to step forward to stop it, they immediately ran into trouble because those pastors were not easy to mess with - they were Sheila Hazlitt and her followers. Sheila Hazlitt was a very difficult woman to mess with. She had her own followers, and few in the pastor community could challenge her. She often bullied others, and even if she made some slightly excessive demands, others could only pinch their noses and accept it.

Unable to stop the fight, the onlookers could only carry out the priest who was slapped away by Vivian for treatment. They watched as the priest vomited a few mouthfuls of bloody gastric juice and then fell into a coma. Fortunately, the treatment was very timely and his life was not in danger. However, if there were no better quality medicine, he would probably have to stay in bed for a few days.

Sheila Hazlitt, who was confronting Vivian, never expected that Vivian would actually knock her men away. The blow was quite heavy.

"You...you actually attacked our pastor? Do you know where this is? Your death is coming!"

Sheila Hazlitt's men were shouting and were obviously very angry, but they did not dare to take action because of Vivian's strength and the nun's uniform she was wearing.

But only Elsa noticed that Vivian actually realized something was wrong the moment she slapped out her palm, so she immediately retracted her strength. Otherwise, with Vivian's strength enough to kill the troll alone, this palm with accumulated magic power would probably directly pierce the priest's thin body.

The leading pastor, Sheila Hazlitt, became a little impatient and her face quickly darkened.

"You...don't think you can do whatever you want just because you're a nun in the church. Do you know who I am? I'm Sheila Hazlitt! I'll give you one last chance. Get out of my way!"

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... He was the one who attacked me first... So..." Vivian shrank her neck in response to Sheila Hazlitt's aggressiveness, looking innocent, but she didn't budge an inch. "Anyway... You can't go over there..."