Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 80

Episode 80 Saint Woman (3)

Some time has passed.

Saint Dolores Rune Quo Vadis was struggling alone after receiving a report on the growing number of patients.

‘It’s a makeshift way to treat patients with divine power. We can’t stop the new patients from continuing to rise.’

It is because it did not relieve the source of the plague.

The reason the patients keep showing up is obviously because the well flowing somewhere in this slum is contaminated with the plague.

The wells often ran along the groundwater beneath the ground, and as a result, it was impossible to completely eradicate the plague without cleaning up the water source.

‘The number of wells in this slum is only reported, and if you add the unreported wells dug and used by the villagers themselves…’

Dolores agonized.

If this happens, there is no choice but to concentrate and administer the divine power to one well that leads to the deepest place.

Essence of pure water.

Concentrating and concentrating the divine power, making it the size of a pill and dissolving it in water will purify the slums along the underground waterway.

So the priests of Quo Vadis immediately went into clinical trials.

Divine Essence to purify water Clinical 1a to 3c.

As soon as this is passed, the plague in the slums will be eradicated.

While the priests of the Quo Vadis family made essence by gathering their holy power, Dolores was treating the patients who were immediately affected.

‘It is truly a terrible plague.’

Even if this red death was caught once and recovered, there was a risk of recurrence over and over again.

The incubation period is extremely short, but the time it takes to die is very long.

Moreover, I felt strongly that only the bad points of plagues that had been prevalent in history were artificially put together.

malice itself.

It was an atrocious plague deliberately created to afflict humans by inflicting maximum suffering on patients for as long as possible.

‘……It’s not the time to be like this. I need to treat even one more person.’

Even at this moment, countless patients were flocking to the relief center.

Dolores got up immediately after sitting down in her chair for a few minutes.

Moment.

Ping-

She stumbled a little as she landed on the floor.

It was overwork to the point that she, who was born with mild anemia and full of divine power, felt tired.

‘I can still do it.’

Dolores confirmed that her divine power had recovered a little, and led her tired body out of the simple barracks.

It was because I wanted to comfort the suffering patients as soon as possible.

at that time.

“Ah! The saintess has come out!”

“Oh, that holy figure!”

“Saintess! We will be with you!”

“From now on, don’t worry! Runmen!”

There were men following Dolores as she headed into the slums.

Descendants of high-ranking aristocrats or great wealth.

They were the ones who knocked on the door of the Quo Vadis house not too long ago and were turned down.

“……What are you guys doing here?”

Dolores asked.

Beautiful blonde hair, clear blue eyes, skin without a single blemish, and a clear voice.

The men gathered here trembled once, as if just hearing her voice was good.

And soon the male competition began.

“I too have come here to give alms, following the saintess!”

“How could you send a noble lady to such a dirty and lowly place alone!”

“I brought three carts filled with donations and relief supplies. Please tell the beggars to gather! Ha ha! Today is the day they ride.”

“If the saintess is there, I can go to a place even more humble than this!”

Each of the youths made a lot of noise in order to win Dolores’s favor.

However, the eyes of Dolores, who received their envying stares, were extremely cold.

When Dolores made no reply and walked towards the front, the young men roared with joy, thinking that they had been given permission to follow.

“Thanks to the saintess, I’ve come to a place like this. I’ve only seen this backward town in books, but it’s the first time I’ve been to it. Anyway, it’s a fresh experience.”

“Haha, I thought that only skinny and dirty people would live in the slums, but more than I thought, they still live while functioning as human beings. I didn’t know. After all, you have to experience everything to know.”

“But looking at the kids walking around, they seem to be wearing better clothes and shoes than I thought? Are they really poor? You don’t look that different from the middle-class kids in the neighborhood. Hmm, aren’t they too extravagant? These people.”

“Oh, I don’t know if this is a donation, but I don’t know if it’s too much. I wonder if these people will lose the will to stand up for themselves…”

They ordered servants to bring in a cart with donations and relief supplies.

Suddenly, Dolores arrived at the makeshift barracks where the patients were gathered.

Dolores walks through the veil and enters without hesitation.

However, the young men who followed her stop for a moment and hesitate.

“Will it be okay? There must be plague patients inside.”

“Umm. If I could just move it… I’m the third generation reader.”

“What does it matter! The saintess will fix it!”

“The courageous get the beauty! I’m going!”

Some get scared and turn away.

Some took a deep breath and bravely reached out and entered the barracks.

but. Everyone who followed Dolores into the barracks had to vomit and cover their noses.

The smell of sweat, blood, vomiting, urine and excrement everywhere. Bad breath and body odor from unwashed patients.

In the misty vapor created by the filth, the ghostly visions of red deaths floated like ghosts.

The stench and the filthy heat added to the groans and weeping that came from everywhere, and the barracks looked like a living grave itself.

“Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh ……”

Nobles 2nd and 3rd years old Young people who inherited an inheritance at a young age and became wealthy had never seen such a terrible and desperate sight.

…cheap!

Water poop poured out by the patient next to him fell to the floor.

As shrapnel splashed and landed on their shoes and pants, they rushed out of the barracks screaming as their vocal chords were torn.

“Ouch! Smell! Dirty! How dare such a madman…!?”

“How much are these limited edition shoes!”

“Priests! Priests! Starting with me! Treat me first! Kkeuaaa! The plague spreads!”

“Open the door! Get all these out of the way! I have to get out of here!”

All the young men had fled before they had even breathed a sip of the air in the barracks.

Saint Dolores looked at them with a pitiful gaze.

“…… I knew it would be like that.”

Dolores has long been known for her beauty.

It was like that inside and outside the family, and it was like that at the academy as well.

Wherever she was, men always followed her.

No man dared openly flirt with a noble saint, but he couldn’t help being the object of his longing, lustful gaze.

Whenever she went out for volunteer work during the academy’s vacation or during break time, those types of people always followed her.

When they saw the sick, they hated them, and sometimes expressed contempt and disgust outright.

Sometimes there were people who secretly returned sick people behind the scenes.

So Dolores distrusted the men who fell in love with her beauty and followed her.

If their appearance became ugly and their bodies were covered with filth and stench like that, wouldn’t they be the ones who would evaporate right next to them?

And it is disrespectful to leave it and come to the sacred relief site with a special heart.

In a fierce field where life and death come and go, there must be only one mind to think of patients.

absolute good. pure selflessness. dogmatic sacrifice and spirit of service. kindness and affection.

These must be the closest thing to God’s grace and love.

Saint Dolores was determined as a martyr and seeker.

Then, with even more reverence, he entered the depths of the barracks.

The deeper you go into the barracks, the stronger the stench and filthy heat come.

The cries and moans of pain combined with the dance movements of the red ghosts created a gloomy scene.

Dolores squeezed what little she had left of her divine power and physical strength and headed to the quarantine area where the patients in the most serious condition were located at the far end of the barracks.

From here, even the veteran priests were having a hard time.

Right then.

“……!”

Dolores’s eyes widened.

The innermost barracks, which I thought would be full of misery and despondency, were surprisingly lively.

Of course, the suffering patients were the same…

“Quickly bring more saline!”

“I can’t believe this! In the actual field, it seems that only divine power is the best! Hurry up and bring me a scalpel!”

“……Ohh. It’s a great skill.”

All the priests around were admiring it with their mouths half-open.

It was a completely different attitude from the other priests in the barracks who were tired of overwork and depression.

A being that evokes the most lively vitality in the most difficult places.

A man fighting alone in the dirtiest, fiercest and barren place.

Even though he is covered with filth all over his body, he examines the patient’s condition without any hesitation and silently gives first aid despite the curses and curses he spat out carelessly out of pain.

night hound.

He commanded priests and was busily going back and forth between patients.