A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Since he wasn't a suspicious person, the nun became less cautious.

"Kuhahahaha!!! Did you miss me, kids?" Naruko stood among the children, hands on her hips, laughing loudly.

“Big Sister! We miss you so much!” the children shouted.

"!?!" Bray was shocked, looking like he had seen a ghost.

When did Naruko become the leader of the children?

No, it should be, what was she thinking that made the kids call her "Big Sister"?

Just as Bray was mentally complaining about Naruko, Father Thun brought over a small bag.

"Here you are, the medicine you wanted." Father Thun placed the small package in front of Bray.

It's full of medicines, for all sorts of uses.

However, according to Bray's request, the proportion of the treatment potion should be higher.

After all, what Bray needs most is treatment.

“You’ve accumulated a lot more hidden injuries,” Father Thun said to Bray as he casually found a chair to sit down.

"Yes." Bray didn't deny it; he was well aware of how badly he had been injured.

Many injuries cannot be healed in a short period of time.

Although Bray seems fine now, his internal organs are probably severely damaged.

“I will treat you,” Father Thun said softly.

"Is it expensive?" Bray asked tentatively.

I don't know about other churches, but Father Thun usually takes money.

“Free.” Father Thun looked at Bray with amusement.

"Are you Father Thun?"

"I'm."

"Then let's get treatment right away." Without saying another word, Bray sat up straight.

“You really are realistic,” Father Thun said with a wry smile.

“We’re all in the same boat.” Bray didn’t want Father Thun to say that to him; in terms of pragmatism, Father Thun was even more unreasonable than Bray.

"But why don't you charge me?" Father Thun, who was always thinking about making money, actually didn't charge me this time and offered it for free.

This is the prelude to a cataclysmic change in the world.

“Because I don’t know if this will be the last time I see you,” Father Thun said casually.

“Really?” Bray nodded, but did not ask any further questions.

"It's possible. Maybe if you come tomorrow, today won't be the last time," Father Thun chuckled.

"Hmm." Bray simply hummed in response.

He didn't ask why this might be the last time they met.

"What's the story with that nun?" Bray changed the subject.

Bray was quite curious about the nuns who had suddenly appeared in the small chapel.

The key point is that this nun has a rather eccentric personality.

However, Bray himself doesn't seem to have the right to say that others are strange.

“You mean Lizbern?” Father Thun asked.

“Hmm, Lizbern.” Bray tried to remember the name.

It's worth noting that Bray generally doesn't remove other people's names.

“That’s a very good child,” Father Thun said with a smile.

Father Thun had always managed his church by himself.

However, a while ago a little girl wanted to join Father Thun's church.

Father Thun initially refused, but after Lizbern's persistent pleading, he reluctantly allowed her to join the church as a nun.

However, after some time, Father Thun suddenly thought it wouldn't be bad to have Lizbern become a nun in his church.

With Lizbern's help, the management of the church became exceptionally simple.

At least Father Thun had much more time to earn some extra money for the church.

Unfortunately, Lizbern's personality is a bit too straightforward.

Being straightforward isn't a bad thing, but Lizbern's personality is just too straightforward.

For example, the continuous psychological attacks carried out against Bray a long time ago.

But perhaps because of this, she is very good at dealing with children.

After all, young children don't have the capacity for complicated thoughts.

“Look, isn’t this statue of ours quite nice?” Father Thun pointed to the “Old Man of the Lamp” statue inside the church.

Not long ago, this statue was still incomplete.

"It was Lisbeth who fixed it."

"???" Bray's dead fish eyes were full of question marks.

Wait a minute, the statue that the girl repaired?

"Don't doubt it, it really is that child's doing." Father Thun couldn't help but laugh when he saw Bray's strange expression.

"This child seems to be from a wealthy family in the capital."

"But she didn't tell me the specifics."

"She usually goes home by evening."

Father Thun was not particularly familiar with Lizbern's background.

But one can more or less guess that she probably came here without her family's knowledge.

Father Thun always looked furtive whenever Lizbern came.

Father Thun couldn't bear to tell Lizbern that her actions were too much like those of a sneaky thief.

"Since she was able to repair this statue, maybe she studied this."

"It's not surprising at all that children of noble families study this major."

Overall, Father Thun was very pleased with Lizbern.

“Alright, your injuries should be fully healed,” Father Thun said.

"That's it?" Bray exclaimed in surprise.

It seems the priest simply cast a few healing spells on himself.

Isn't this effect a bit too immediate?

A few casual words and that was it? Too fast! Too fast!

"Well, actually, using magic to heal is not as troublesome as you think."

"Of course, it's not as omnipotent as people imagine."

"Spells are not very helpful against epidemics, but they are very helpful for injuries."

“The same applies to the divine arts of other churches,” Father Thun explained to Breco, a rare occurrence for him.

"Well, anyway, you're the best healer I've ever seen," Bray said to Father Thun, stretching his body.

After moving around a bit, Bray found that his body did feel much lighter.

There was no stiffness like I had right after recovering from an injury.

"You're in good shape, aren't you?" Father Thun said with a smile.

“Yes.” Bray nodded honestly.

“But you’re not really suited for fighting right now, so don’t overdo it on your body,” Father Thun said sternly to Bray.

"Although it is common for adventurers to get injured, your repeated overloads are really too damaging."

"Although I have a way to heal your hidden injuries, I will not do it."

"..." Bray was stunned for a moment, wondering why Father Thun was saying this to him.

“I don’t want you to have the idea that ‘no matter how badly you’re injured, you’ll definitely be able to heal in the end,’” Father Thun sighed.

"I told you, we probably won't see each other again."

"That means you can't find me to heal your wounds anymore."

"I understand." Bray looked at the scars on his body and a wave of emotion washed over him.

Scars, like earthworms, crawled densely all over Bray's body.

Many scars are terrifying and will never fade in this lifetime.

It's only thanks to Father Thun's treatment that the scar is so small.

Even if he recovers after receiving treatment elsewhere, Bray will still be covered in scars.

The thought of how fierce he was becoming made Bray feel a chill in his heart.

Bray is so fierce that even children stop crying when they see him; if he were any fiercer, he would be caught walking down the street.

Even a pretty face is no use; I'm afraid the guards will see me and immediately start searching me.

"Thank you for your help." Bray stood up abruptly and stretched.

“No trouble at all, you’re a regular customer,” Father Thun said with a smile.

Bray is a good guy, at least that's what Father Thun thinks.

“However, let me tell you, you shouldn’t push yourself too hard either.” Bray glanced at Father Thun.

“…” Thun paused for a second.

“You’ve got quite a few injuries too,” Bray said casually.

"Haha, truly a seasoned adventurer." Father Thun did not deny Bray's words.

Bray was able to notice that Father Thun had suffered many injuries.

Even though Father Thun healed himself, he still had some aftereffects and would need a long time to recover.

Sometimes Father Thun’s unnatural movements were due to these injuries.

"When was it discovered?" Father Thun asked curiously.

He was wearing a priest's robe, so you couldn't see the scars at all.

Besides, Father Thun didn't have many scars.

“The bones were making a ‘pop’ sound.” Bray shrugged.

If you sometimes hear a sound from your joint, it means you've dislocated it before.

Even after the injury heals, the dislocated joint may become slightly loose again.

But Father Thun will surely resolve these issues himself.

“Is it that obvious?” Father Thun looked at his right elbow.

“It wasn’t obvious, I just happened to hear it.” Bray waved his hand.

“It’s good to see you before I leave,” Father Thun said softly, looking at Bray.

Bray didn't know what to say, so he could only shrug.

"Hmm? What? Before you left, Father, what were you talking about with this gentleman?" Lizbern asked curiously, leaning closer to Father Thun.

"Lisbeth?"

“It’s just that it’s so good that Bray could say so much to me before he left,” Father Thun said.

Father Thun did not lie, but he did not tell the truth either.