Chapter 687

Episode 687 The Medicine Man (1)

“It seems that people from the Demonic Cult come here often.”

Ray, who naturally approached the man, said as if to say hello.

Then he glanced at Ray once more.

A baggy, worn-out robe.

It seems that he came from doing chores, but his sleeves are full of green color.

The man who erased his wariness at his sloppy outfit nodded.

“What is it? It’s a town that has been ostracized even in the royal capital, but I’m just grateful that they care about it.”

“I don’t know if it’s okay to walk around a place like this.”

I hinted at luck.

Then the man laughed and said.

“ha ha ha. That’s a funny saying. Do you think those who have been blessed by God will catch a contagious disease or something?”

“yes? So you’re saying they’re all right?”

“of course. Where is that? Those who have entered the religion are even given the strength to overcome illness. I couldn’t be more grateful.”

At those words, Ray hardened his expression.

When I heard the story, I felt like I could smell something bad.

‘They only save people who have entered the church?’

why?

If there is a way to cure it, isn’t it wiser to save everyone?

If he did that, he would be able to win over the people’s heart at once while building a reputation for the kingdom of Gleiman.

But why did he try to save only those who entered the church?

Such doubts were soon dispelled.

The sound of prayer came from all over the house.

“I am answering the call of the demon god. Let my blood give me red clothes.”

“Please put down the red suit.”

It was a phrase so radical that I could not just shed it.

When I turned my head to look at the house, I saw people holding small scissors and starting to slit their fingers.

The man said nothing.

“It started.”

“Starting... what is that...”

“Praying up.”

People bring blood-stained fingers in front of the demon statue.

Then, the image of the god flashed and emitted a cluster of light for an instant, and then fell silent again.

“Oh, what a drinker!”

Like a priest who even received an answer from God.

The people who were praying prayed in unison.

There was even madness in their voices.

Even the high-ranking priests of the holy kingdom did not pray so violently.

It’s like...

‘It’s like a pseudo-religion, right?’

Come to think of it, there were quite a few similarities.

The saying that the people who joined the church were healed had a part in line with the modern saying that only those who joined the church can be saved because the world has come to an end.

The only difference is that this is where the concept of ‘multi-religion’ is just beginning to emerge.

Because of that, even here, some people were still throwing a pessimistic view of ‘prayer’.

The man shook his head and said.

“The Demonic Church is definitely a great and thankful church. But even if it’s simply entering the church, it’s impossible for me to pray like that. Well... maybe one day everyone will say a prayer.”

A thought flashed in his mind at his words.

The Demonic Church is definitely great.

No, I should say that the black room that supports them from behind is amazing.

How on earth did he think of creating a pseudo-religion in a place where there is no concept of multiple religions?

Ray looked around.

Demonic cult members are seen wandering around and healing people.

There were those who readily accepted his touch, while others smiled awkwardly and slipped away.

‘It’s great though.’

“How can you wait! I can’t sleep at night just thinking about it! These days, I have no taste for food, and I really want to die first! No, I’m just going to die at this point!”

Seeing the Count running amok, Kleiman kept his mouth shut.

“...You’re seriously ill.”

When the two of them were reading Count Besson.

A disturbing noise came from outside.

“You shouldn’t come in carelessly.”

“are you okay.”

“Because that’s not okay.”

“Let me in! How hard I worked to make this!”

“It’s not possible!”

Count Besson’s ears perked up at the commotion.

Although they did not exchange a few words, his voice was already imprinted in the count’s mind because he had been thinking only of the saint.

Hearing a happy voice from outside the door, the count jumped up and opened the door.

Knock-!

“Ah Count...!”

The lady-in-waiting lowered her head in surprise, but now he could only see one person.

“Ah... ah...”

Count Besson’s eyes were watery.

The one I’ve been waiting for so long

The person I thought was an imaginary animal was standing in front of me.

“Your Majesty the Prince!”

The sadness of the past burst out in an instant.

Count Besson forgot his face and hugged Ray tightly.

At that, Ray, who had longer dark circles than the Count, looked into the air and smiled.

“Hahahaha! I finally finished it!”

“I don’t know what you mean, but congratulations anyway!”

“Ha ha ha ha!”

Kleiman and Philia, who watched the precious reunion of the two, said nothing.

“I guess people really do become dogs when they go crazy.”

“Then I’ll hear you.”

“I probably won’t hear you even if I scream.”

I agreed, so I silently nodded at Kleiman’s words.

Earl Besson, who had come to his senses after the happy reunion, hurried away from him.

‘Hup!’ Taking a deep breath, he lowered his head and took a bow.

“Oh no! I have committed rudeness.”

“Hehehe.”

Ray, on the other hand, was half insane.

I can’t stop smirking at what the hell I’m imagining.

Count Besson’s face turned to contemplation when that smile overlapped with the smile he had shown before locking himself in the private room.

“Your Majesty the Prince!”

“huh?”

“Swear you will never leave my side again!”

When he said that with a serious face, Ray also stopped laughing.

He hurriedly threw away Count Besson’s grip on the robe and distanced himself.

“I don’t like that!”

“You must not leave my side!”

“Aagh! Don’t cling!”

Around the time when Count Besson, who was holding on to the robe and would not let go, was having a hard time getting rid of it.

Kleiman and Philia, who had been watching the scene quietly, dissuaded them.

“Please stop it. More than that, it’s complete... what do you mean it’s complete?”

Reaching his senses at those words, Ray laughed again.

He took out several bottles from his pockets and laid them on the table.

“This is...”

he continued as Philia stared blankly at the bottle.

“It’s a cure.”