Chapter 22: Miss Witch is a Goddess

Chapter 22: Miss Witch is a Goddess

“Thank you so much, Miss Witch!”

“For what?”

“You saved my daughter!”

The elderly woman at the food stand handed me a skewer with a smile. Before long, several people had crowded around.

One of the adventurers called out. “It’s the saintess!”

“No, I am not a saintess. I am just Eerie!”

“It can’t be...”

“That’s right, I am Eerie von Witchhat.”

“It can’t be! This woman is an angel of our goddess!”

“You saw how she healed our wounds?”

“No, rather, isn’t she a goddess herself? No mortal could have done that! No human could have done that!”

The crowd became larger and larger, encircling me. When I thought all hope was lost, my savior Mary arrived with two recognizable friends.

“Can’t you all see you are troubling her?” Mary asked. “This runs counter to the king’s wishes.”

Wood Beach made himself small, but Hela ran over and grabbed my hands. “It seems you did something crazy again, Eerie!”

“Hela? I thought you had left? Where is the other one?”

“Tank is reserving a room for us. All we did was go on a quest, but someone kept insisting on coming back here afterwards,” she said and turned to Wood Beach. “Anyway, it looks like you have your hands full.”

“I want to get out of here...Oh, I know! Why don’t you three come into my domain?”

“Domain?” Hela asked with sparkling eyes. “The way you say that makes you sound like a real goddess!”

“Not you too!”

“That old man, too!?”

“Yep, even if he is that old, he’s still a master of Candle Style. Apparently, he is the last one able to use the sacred art.”

Their conversation became hard to follow. Instead, I stood up with Sine and walked over to a bookshelf. If it was healing magic they needed, I had a book like that somewhere in that library. I projected my thoughts onto a small block golem before me.

It responded by floating upwards until it reached the fourteenth row. Then it sucked a book out from the shelf and floated back down.

I silently thanked it as I grabbed the book and opened it. Reading the first lines brought back memories of the first time I tried healing magic. I couldn’t believe I forgot the vibrant green glow of that flower when I cast the spell.

“What’s that?” Sine asked.

“This is a book on healing from a while ago.” I turned around to see the others had followed and stared at me. I looked at Hela and handed her the book. “Here is something on healing, but I am not sure if you will be able to read it.”

“Hmm?” Her pointed ears twitched when she grabbed it. “I can’t make out most of it, but this is pretty high level stuff.”

“Wait a sec,” Sumire said, “you can read that!?”

“Well, I am part Elf after all. Maybe if I was full, it would be a simpler task, but translating old languages happens to be an Elf specialty.”

“No, no, no! This is written in English!”

“What’s English?”

“Huh?”

Sumire gasped. “Wait a second! What language are we speaking currently?”

Mary was the one to answer. “We have all been speaking Krean. It is also known as the common language. Named after the Human Goddess, of course.”

“Are there more gods?” Sine asked.

“Not anymore. Well, that is not strictly true, but the pantheon has changed a lot. Even so, the demons don’t worship her.”

I stared blankly at Mary. The mysteries of this world were piling up. But more importantly, what kind of future would I have as an actress.

“Who do the demons worship?” Riri asked.

“They don’t worship anyone currently.”