CH 98

What is it? Even if I rub my eyes and look at it again—

10sec

―it’s really 10 seconds.

I was dazed and kept looking at the bracelet.

‘Why? Why does it only cost this?’

While I was surprised, Dad said.

“I just came here to pray with my daughter, but I didn’t know that the chief priest was in such a bad condition. I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable just by saying hello.”

“Cough. I, it’s not true. Not at all. Thank you for visiting. But the prayer room is not good…” 

“That’s all right. Prayer can be done anywhere. Oh, and I want to make a donation.”

“Yes?!” 

Zadkiel’s eyes widened as he listened. He interrupted abruptly, doubting his ears.

“Are you sure, Your Excellency?”

“Zadkiel! C, cough…”

The chief priest stopped Zadkiel, who glanced at him at once. 

However, the reason those angelic eyes sparkle at the sound of donations is not because of greed.

They must be excited to be able to feed sick people at least a bowl of porridge and cover them with clean blankets. 

Dad, who knew that, smiled and nodded his head.

“If you have a certificate of donation…” 

“T, there is! I’ll bring it to you! wait a minute!”

Zadkiel, who went somewhere quickly, brought a piece of paper and a pen the size of his palm and gave it to Dad.

“Thank you! Thank you so much!”

Then, as if his back broke, he bowed and greeted Dad.

Dad crossed his legs and put the certificate on his thigh because there was no place to put the paper.

And he began to scribble his pen.

One, two, three zeros…

When I saw it inadvertently, I stopped counting after reading up to 10 million.

James Brown’s wealth is—.

“Here.”

“Thank you so much!”

After receiving a donation certificate with Dad’s wonderful signature, Zadkiel greeted him again.

“Oh, excuse me….” 

Then he checked the amount of the donation and blinked.

“Your Excellency, that… I think you mistyped the amount!”

“No, it’s correct.” 

Dad laughed as if Zadkiel’s surprised rabbit eyes were cute.

“Y, yes? R, really?” 

“Yeah.” 

Zadkiel’s mouth opened slowly. Soon, tears welled up in his big eyes.

“T, this…” 

“Looking at it from the outside, the temple building needs some repairs. And.” 

Dad added, looking pitifully at Zadkiel’s priest’s uniform, which he had sewn at the hem.

“It would be good to make some new clothes for the priests. I’ll stop by regularly to donate, so don’t neglect the priests and use it comfortably.”

“Ah….” 

Zadkiel’s tightly pursed lips pouted. He said goodbye, wiping away tears with his sleeve.

“Thank you very much! Your Excellency! Thank you very much!” 

* * *

The prayer hall of the Seraph Temple.

Sitting cramped in a small space about 5 pyeong, Dad closed his eyes and prayed.

I looked at my Dad from the side for a while, then turned my head forward. 

A small statue appeared.

Primera, the main God, in the form of a woman.

‘Eung, I don’t pray.’

Because there’s no God.

No, even if there was, it bounced now.

If you look at this crazy country, you will only sigh.

‘I would have wanted to stand out too. I understand, Primera.’

It might be the main character, Enoch Rubinstein, who threw it out as his last salvation before he jumped out.

Anyway, God.

‘He must have already left the room.’

Otherwise, the ‘revelation’ that existed in the past would still exist.

Well, a few hundred years ago, God appeared in the dreams of the priests and informed them of this country’s great and small events.

For example, prepare for a major drought.

Prepare to stop the demon from somewhere— or something like that.

The believer who received the divine revelation was naturally honored and appointed as the ‘high priest’, the foremost of the priests representing the Empire. 

But that was hundreds of years ago.

Now there is no revelation and only those who are rotten in the high priest’s seat.

“Doesn’t the princess pray?”

Dad asked if the prayer was over.

“Eung, I won’t.”

“Why?” 

“Because I don’t believe in God. There is no God. Even if there is, it is a bad God.”

“Oh, princess.”

Dad, who was looking around in surprise, laughed and put his index finger to his lips at the comment, which was very rude for a temple prayer room.

“Do you think we should be quieter?” 

“Eung, okay.” 

“Ahaha. My princess, why do you think so?”

“Hmm… If there is a real God, won’t he punish the bad nobles who beat the commoners? But it’s not like that.” 

“Oh, that’s right?” 

“So there isn’t. Even if there is, it’s bad because they don’t do anything and just watch.” 

Dad stared at me, then smiled.

“…Yeah. Princess is right.”

“Dad!” 

“Eung?” 

“Should we go help the priest?”

“Eung?” 

“I feel sorry for the priest. I saw sick people changing towels on their heads and massaging their legs earlier. Doing it alone seems hard. While we’re here, can we help out a bit?”

Dad looked at me blankly again and smiled.

Then he rubbed his forehead against mine.

“My princess is a real angel.”

* * *

Depending on the type of magic, the amount of life consumed varies greatly.

While attack magic requires the most vitality, healing magic consumes less vitality.

I can tell just by looking at that fact.

Primera’s power is selfless.

It already seems to have stood out, but Primera would have been a good God. 

Although I can’t understand why he allowed this good ability to the trash villain imperial family.

“Don’t be sick.”

“Ah, thank you…” 

3sec

“Are you thirsty? I’ll bring you water!”

1sec

“I hope you get better soon…” 

4sec

I followed Zadkiel into the aid barracks and took care of the people, occasionally checking the bracelet on my wrist.

It was to see how much life force it would take to heal them.

‘Wow, that’s amazing.’

Those who exceed 10 seconds—.

There is no one like that.

‘I think I know roughly.’

Of course, an incurable disease requires a lot of life force.

Because it is to save a person who is destined to die.

But not the sick here.

A worldview that has not developed medicine.

It’s only that they can’t receive a good examination since their wounds aren’t external but because they’re sick on the inside. 

‘These are diseases that can be cured by going to a 21st century hospital and meeting a doctor.’

Perhaps, that’s why.

The reason why it only takes a little life force.

“Oh! Lie down! I’ll wipe it for you!” 

I ran to the coughing woman and wiped the blood from her mouth with a wet towel.

“Why are you precious people doing such nasty things…You’re having a hard time….” 

The aunt glanced at Dad, who was hammering in the distance.

Dad rolled up his arms and directly repaired parts of the temple building that could be touched immediately. 

They are currently constructing a new building close to the poorly built aid barracks in order to move them. 

“No. It’s not hard at all. The priest must be having a much harder time than me and my father, right?”

I looked at Zadkiel, who was busy taking care of people without a break for a minute.

Commoners without money came to the Seraph Temple when they were sick.

This is because Zadkiel, who is full of holy power, uses healing magic without receiving a single penny.

Patients with internal injuries who are not affected by magic are brought to the barracks and taken care of.

‘Are you fourteen years old? Really, there are people like that…?’

According to the original work, the old church faction, which received the main character’s support and is barely equipped with a respiratory system, will grow little by little from now on.

Now, if you donate to the old church, which puts forward a doctrine contrary to the Emperor’s will, you’ll likely get ridiculed—.

‘As Dad’s business (?) grows, the number of followers will soon increase.’

While Enoch Rubinstein is slowly making changes to the country, fewer and fewer people notice. 

The number of the old church believers is increasing one by one…

Eventually, ahead of the revolution, Zadkiel will rise to the position of high priest.

About… 10 years?

In a country where most of the people of the empire think that the Emperor is like a God, the process of overturning the power of the temple takes quite a long time. 

But.

‘Let’s flip it all at once, quickly.’

I slowly looked around the barracks and checked my bracelet.

15min

My life force to heal all the sick in the Seraph Temple, just 15 minutes. 

It’s too cheap to be a miracle.

‘There’s no God, but…’

He can pretend there is a God.

The ‘revelation’ that has already disappeared.

What if that revelation came down to the old church, which everyone avoids? 

“Princess!”

Just in time, Zadkiel came running towards me with a sweaty face.

He wiped my forehead with a clean wet towel.

“Phew, what to do? You’re having a hard time, right? You’re sweating a lot.”

“It’s because I’m sensitive to heat! It’s all right!”

“Still. It’s really okay for me to do it alone, so go ahead and rest. Oh, and drink some water.”

I drank the glass of water Zadkiel gave me.

He must have been busy just looking at the sick, but he came every 10 minutes and took care of me as well.

I only drank water, but Zadkiel’s eyes were full of kindness, just like a proud younger sister. 

“But, priest…” 

“Yes!” 

I put on a look of hesitation and wiggled my fingers.

Then Zadkiel tilted his head.

“Why are you like that?”

“By any chance… Hmm. Please get close a little.” 

“Yes!” 

Zadkiel bent down and lent me his ear.

I whispered very quietly.

“That, this is a really, really secret. I…” 

Zadkiel’s eyes slowly widened.

“…Yes?”

Then he staggered in surprise and looked at me in disbelief.