To Hell With Being A Saint, I’m A Doctor - Chapter 125

Episode 125 All-out war with Proxia (1)

A month has passed since Ray stopped waking up.

Aira went back to take care of the elven village, and Iriel was at war with the forces of Proxia.

The three young men who targeted Iriel were brought to Selonia and interrogated.

However, they didn’t know much in the first place, so they couldn’t find out any particularly useful information.

Seongguk felt great pressure from the absence of the saint.

In normal times, morale went up just by being there.

The great mage, who even a necromancer couldn’t do, supported him.

Because it was never a small part of the war.

It was to the point where I didn’t think I would lose even if I had to fight against the Lessian Empire.

However, even though Ray had not been there for only a month, Seongguk began to sink slowly like a ship with a hole in it.

There is no strong force to keep the nobles in one place, and there is no hero who is ardently supported by the people.

As a result, the rolling tail was very shit.

Armed with faith, the paladins and priests disregarded their lives and rushed to the battlefield, but all they returned was news of continued defeat.

However, I did not think that the Holy Kingdom would lose because it was weak.

Before the desperate battle with the Bone Dragon, the Seongguk lost its sword master, Duke Zahard.

When one sword master fell out of the war, Zeke and Iriel had to fill the spot.

However, there are four sword masters in Proxia.

Sword Master wouldn’t even be the name of a neighbor’s dog.

There was no way for the Holy Land to stop the strong few elites rushing into the battlefield.

Even if you shoot magic, it’s easy to cut down and open a melee, the damage of the troops is too big.

In the midst of that, there is only one thing that comes to mind.

Magic that can overwhelm the enemy’s ridiculous force.

Iriel gritted his teeth in front of the incoming enemy soldiers.

“At a time like this, even Meteora won’t fall!”

At her words, Zeke cut off the sword flying towards Iriel and said.

“Now is not the time to be joking!”

“It’s not a joke, it’s a wish!”

After participating in the war for three days, they were exhausted.

No matter how much it is a state that transcends humans, this was unreasonable.

However, since he could not leave his seat, he had no choice but to wait for reinforcements from the Seongguk.

Just then, Marquis Harold personally led the knights from behind.

“Saintess! Are you all right!”

The knights led by the marquis are famous even in the Holy Land.

Iriel’s face turned bright at the strong reinforcements.

Beside Marquis Harold, his son Berris was seated.

Also, their rearguard included the Earl of Grain, his son Greian, and the Seris of the Marquis of Crellan and his escort.

Count Grayan was leading the family’s magic troops, and Marquis Crelan was leading several famous knights.

Moreover, Seris was the eldest daughter of the Marquis of Crelan and was a 2nd Circle Master.

Indeed, at that age, being called a genius was not lacking.

Veris, who had been mentally modified by her father, Marquis Harold, drew her sword and cut down the enemy.

As a beginner Auror user, his sword cut through the chest of an opposing soldier.

“Aagh!”

Zeke didn’t like Veris.

It is because he was the one who dared to commit rude words and actions to the person he served.

But now, cutting down the enemy could not look so dignified.

With the rear strengthened, it was much easier to fight in the vanguard.

Seris and Grayan threw magic at the soldiers rushing in front of them.

“Sweep the opponent in front of me! Lightning!”

“Entangle!”

The magic of the 2nd and 1st circles combined and brought the proper effect.

Plants bind the soldiers’ feet and electricity strikes.

Then the plants hit by the electric shock caught fire.

“Aaaagh!”

“Foot fire…!”

It was enough to confuse the enemy for a moment.

Taking advantage of that gap, Marquis Veris and Harold cut down the soldiers and opened the way.

The knights hit and enter along the road that was created.

From behind, Count Grain’s magic corps raised their fists and then lowered them.

“Fire ball!”

“Fire ball!”

Seeing that the 2nd circle magic, Fireball, was expressed only with the starter word, it means that all of the magic corps are 3rd circle or higher.

The high-temperature fireballs adorning the sky fell on the soldiers of Proxia.

Wow! Kwaaang!

As soon as it fell to the ground, it exploded and caused a chain reaction, killing quite a few soldiers.

Then the battlefield began to breathe.

Seeing this, the Holy Knights raised their morale.

“Don’t fall behind! Follow Marquis Harold!”

“Wow!”

Looking at the battlefield, where the atmosphere changed in an instant, Zeke smiled.

He lowered his sword.

Sukkuk-

The five soldiers standing in the front line collapsed in an instant.

Iriel looked at the figure and admired it a little.

“If Ray had seen it, he would have liked it because he became stronger in the last few days, but it’s a pity.”

At that, Zeke shook his head.

“Son, you just need to rest well until the war is over and then wake up. This time it is our turn to protect it.”

“Well… it’s our turn this time.”

Iriel spewed out a sword aura in his hand and cut through the endlessly swarming soldiers.

Even aristocrats who did not move tolerably participated in the war by leading their families.

It was impossible to get out of here.

When the troops that could be called the elite of the family gathered, they were able to drive out even the forces of Proxia, which seemed so strong.

Now, there were two sword master class people here.

In addition, there were magic corps, knights, paladins, and even priests, so they could be said to be the strongest in hand-to-hand combat.

There was no way that a single soldier from Proxia could stop such an advance.

Deneb, the leader of the 7th Holy Knights, rode his horse and ran forward.

“Advance! Show bitterness to those who dare to oppose Gaia-sama’s kingdom!”

“Wow!”

Chaeeng-!

Swords collided with swords, but the paladins who received the blessings of the priests were powerful.

After a momentary clash, the soldiers were terrified by the sight of them quickly regrouping and running aimlessly forward.

“Aaaagh!”

“Buy and save me!”

“Don’t run away! The one who runs away must be the first to die at my hands!”

The morale of the allies reached its peak.

If you advance with this momentum, the enemy’s forces will quickly run out.

But then four sword masters showed up.

They spewed aura blades and skillfully cut down the Paladins in front.

“Aagh!”

“I’m a sword master!”

Iriel and Zeke’s eyes were focused on their shouts.

He apparently showed up in Silien a few days ago, but how could he be in Selonia already!

All their wars so far have been lost.

There are four sword masters. Each one of them is equivalent to an army of one man.

Unfortunately, the Holy Kingdom had no troops to stop them.

This was all of the troops to protect Cellonia as they were trying to stop Proxia’s army from attacking in various places.

If there was a difference in strength, would even the aristocrats unite and give up their family’s strength?

Iriel and Zeke quickly ran out to them.

“…Is it a saint?”

“The saintess is also a saint, but the young man next to her is also worth it.”

“…it won’t be easy.”

they each spoke.

I said it wouldn’t be easy, but Iriel and Zeke were absolutely at a disadvantage.

Even if they faced each other in a grand battle, they would win or not, but if four Masters wandered around the battlefield, where they could not know where their swords would fly, they would inevitably lose.

Iriel broke out in a cold sweat.

You can’t see the other side’s area.

That meant that at least they were at the Master Intermediate level.

How could four intermediate-level masters have gathered!

What kind of organization is Proxia, so that it has gathered so much power!

At this level, it’s as if they’re dealing with the Lessian Empire!

Iriel winked at Zeke.

If there is a difference in strength, it is advantageous to catch the player.

Zeke also nodded and grabbed the handle of the sword.

Iriel quickly reached for his hand, pulled out the blade, and lunged at them.

Fire-

Even when they thought that a yellow flash of light was flying in front of their eyes, Iriel’s aura was already by their side.

Caang!

An old man with a shaggy beard, who looked like a dwarf, blocked Iriel’s aura.

“Heh heh heh. It’s good that your blood is strong.”

It was too easy to block.

It was an unexpected situation for Iriel, who thought he would be able to subdue at least one sword master.

I didn’t think that my aura would be blocked one-on-one, but the old man’s light sword attack blocked it in one go.

The old man swung his sword at Iriel.

Then, the dense Aura Blade, with its enormous weight, was rammed into her.

Iriel quickly raised his hand to block the sword.

Kwaaaang-!

An explosion erupted and Iriel was pushed back.

“Keuug…”

“You mean you endured that? The saintess is much better than I thought. Hall hall hall.”

When the finely old woman said with a surprised expression, the old man answered.

“Your face is pretty. Grandma, she looks very much like her when she was young.”

“Oh, you got something else to eat, Father?”

The other two masters laughed behind him.

“Stop it for two minutes. I am ashamed of all I see.”

“what? You guys look a little bit older too! My sore throat hurts so much that I can’t stand it if I don’t even talk! Eh….”

Iriel and Zeke were mesmerized by their conversation, which was like a rakugo.

Are these really dangerous sword masters?

Looking at the clear form of the aura blade on the sword, it seems to be correct, but the conversation is an old couple in the countryside.

The old man wiped off the blood on his sword and once again drew a sword towards Iriel.

Then, this time, Zeke accepted it.

Wow!

An explosion, no different from Iriel’s, erupted and he took three steps back.

“Ugh…”

He spat out the blood in his mouth as if he had suffered an internal injury.

This was done with a single sword strike.

Even if the two of them fight together, the result will probably be the same.

The difference in power was so obvious.

It’s not good to fight back at a time like this.

No matter how much damage it took, it was better to retreat for now.

Sorry, but there was nothing they could do now. Even with the same sword master, the superiority and inferiority were so clear.

Iriel shouted.

“Retreat! Get out of here right now!”

* * *

Ray fell asleep and showed no signs of waking up.

Eucliwood brushed his bangs as he lay down.

He lay like this for a month.

In the meantime, a woman in an unknown robe occasionally visits and uses magic, so her body is clean.

she said.

“The body sleeps, but the mind stays awake… Is it…’

So Eucliwood continued talking to Ray.

Things that have happened in the past or interesting stories that I have come across occasionally.

Of course, it was unknown whether Ray would enjoy listening to the story she said was fun.

“It’s nice that the saint is lying down like this, so it’s easy to stroke him.”

She, who was usually expressionless, said with a smile.

However, it is impossible to hear the answer.

His body is in a state of sleep from which he will not wake up.

Nevertheless, Eucliwood continued to speak.

Just like Ray did to Aira who was lying down before.

“Are you worried because you haven’t seen Iriel or Zeke for the past few days? The two should be having a good fight by now. Of course you don’t have to worry. The Holy Son knows the skills of the two better, right?”

Only Ray’s weak breath lingered in the room.

Eucliwood stroked Ray’s hair with a sad expression.

“So… get up quickly.”

After saying the last words, she bowed her head and left the room.

After she left, the room fell into silence.

Ray’s hand twitched in the madly silent silence.