To Hell With Being A Saint, I’m A Doctor - Chapter 87

Episode 87 Nonstop Rain (1)

Ray smashed the necromancer to the ground, who had frozen his movements with mana.

“Bring this back with the reinforcements.”

Ray, who referred to the warlock who destroyed an era as a mere useless object, immediately jumped off the ground.

They didn’t even have time to stop the saint.

It was because he carried someone lying down with foam on his back, jumped over the wall, and disappeared without saying a word.

one of them murmured.

“Ooh, is it true that we won against the necromancer?”

“…Us… the Holy Son did it alone.”

They stared endlessly in the direction where Ray disappeared.

* * *

As we headed towards Selonia, the rain began to intensify.

“I must hurry.”

Muttered, chewing on the beef jerky Ray had brought before coming to the border.

The size of the insurgent forces is considerable.

So it’s impossible to finish it before he comes.

Or rather, it would have been fortunate if he hadn’t been eaten.

According to the rough report I heard through Eucliwood, the number of troops is staggering.

More than half of the nobility of the Holy Kingdom participated in this, so I’ll say I’m done.

I guess I’ll have to start the purges when I go back.

To sell the country and family because they are blinded by mere money and status.

Their turn will come anyway, sooner or later, but do they really think that they will not die?

If you look at it like this, it seems that a nation with strong faith will reveal more.

It was when Ray, who ran without time to rest in between, arrived in Sellonia again a little more than half a day later.

At first glance, the situation had deteriorated tremendously.

“….”

The market, which was always full of life, was full of bloody smells, and the shouts heard here and there made it possible to know fragmentarily that a battle was taking place.

Ray took a quick step, just in case.

Mary and Chris, who helped her open a house and shop in Selonia.

Because maybe they were wrong.

His predictions were half right.

why half? Because Chris was already dead.

Heavy rain drenched Chris and Mary.

Holding on to Chris’ body, which had cooled down, Mary silently shed tears without a change in expression.

His body was covered in blood, and he could see another corpse that had cooled down just like Chris.

‘article……?’

Did Mary kill him?

How could a child who did not know how to use mana kill a knight?

I shook my head and forcibly erased the overflowing questions.

Ray stepped up to Mary’s side.

Merry, who didn’t even feel that she was coming, was just shedding tears in the same posture as the first time.

Ray placed his hand on Chris’s wrist, neck and chest in turn.

Then he shook his head.

It can’t save itself.

More than half a day had passed since he died. He probably died while fighting the necromancer.

Then Mary said to Ray.

“…Chris… couldn’t scream until the very end…”

“…”

“I was a child who hadn’t had a voice since he was born… In a situation where there were only the two of them, only I, the older sister, could speak. It felt a bit cheesy to do… so I kept my mouth shut…”

Ray listened to her in silence.

Mary continued, looking at Chris with expressionless eyes.

“For trying to share the pain… That child seemed to suffer even more because of my actions…”

Mary shed tears at him who hadn’t said anything.

“Isn’t it funny? Until now, I have continued to receive only malicious actions in that fucking alley and hate them… but my younger brother was constantly hurt by my innocent actions. Hahahaha… Ugh… Ugh… I was no different from the scum that I hated…!”

Her expression, which had been expressionless, distorted little by little, and soon tears continued to fall down her cheeks.

Ray didn’t say anything more than that.

At this time, I know very well that trying to comfort her with unnecessary words will only poison her.

Besides, I couldn’t think of anything to comfort her. For me now, all I could do was listen to the story.

After crying for a long time, Mary spoke again.

“You must have gone…?”

“huh?”

“Chris… must have gone to a good place…? Yes? You… you can tell because you’re a saint, right…?”

Rey’s mouth was closed at her words.

be a saint Was he really a saint?

I have never seen God, nor have I ever spoken to God.

No, I wasn’t even sure that God existed in the first place.

Everyone praises him as a saint.

Isn’t it funny? In fact, I was just chosen as a saint, like winning the lottery.

Where else would be a good place? Is it the heaven that people often say?

Even he, who had saved tens of thousands of lives, could not say anything.

‘I don’t know either.’

I forcefully swallow the words that fill my throat.

What came out was a white lie.

“It must have gone to a good place.”

Ray forced a smile.

Saving someone doesn’t just refer to that person’s life.

Life was something that could save someone with a word or kill someone with an action.

If you have lived such a life and even volunteered to become a doctor in your second life, shouldn’t you at least be able to reach out to help with a lie at this moment?

At his words, Mary burst into tears again.

Hearing these words from him, not from anyone else, made me realize the death of my younger brother.

“Aww! Sobbing……!”

Behind her crying loudly, Ray lifted his head and looked up at the sky.

The current sky overlapped with Mary.

The rain still showed no sign of stopping.

Even so, one day the sun will shine brightly.

* * *

“Aagh!”

I’ve gotten used to the screams now.

Every time Iriel and Zeke dug into the front, blood and screams erupted here and there, and the morale of the troops began to rise slowly.

As a result, elites from the enemy troops came out one by one.

After all, it was impossible to stop the sword master and the saint with ordinary troops.

As such elites formed a passing group and pressed Zeke and Iriel to enter, even sword masters and saints could not easily escape.

“Keuugh…”

“There’s no chance of winning if we go on like this.”

This situation was not good for Iriel, who was planning to go to Ray as soon as possible.

‘…I didn’t plan to use this method because it consumes a lot of holy power…’

She raised her hand and scattered the holy power around.

“Blessing.”

“Oooh!”

“Congratulations!”

Blessings different from priests and priests poured out on them.

Indeed, it is a tremendous divine power.

Even after pouring blessings on an army of this size, she still had quite a bit of divine power left to use.

Their charter, which had been boiling, suddenly leaned toward the Holy Kingdom.

“How dare you sell God! You guys don’t deserve to be in the holy kingdom!”

“die!”

They poured out their anger.

Apparently, from their point of view, they were betrayed, so this anger was natural.

Not too long ago, those who served the same god and took their place as soldiers of the holy kingdom joined the rebellion.

With the charter tilting this much, even the elite of the rebel forces could not continue to deal with the saintess and the sword master.

If they continue to tie up as passing groups, their forces will continue to be reduced by the enemy.

But their worries ended there.

A heavy bastard sword poured over Iriel’s head from the enemy camp.

“Keuuuk ….”

He hurriedly stretched out his hand and bounced off the sword, but his hands were tingling due to the anti-elastic force.

Who the hell is there to make himself like this in one blow?

Iriel raised his head to look at his opponent.

At that, she drooled and glared at her opponent.

“Duke Zahard…!”

“I guess you didn’t like my greeting.”

Duke Zahard waved his hand with a smirk.

“Hello, saintess.”

“I never thought you, the duke, would join in!”

“The Seongguk no longer has any merit. Wouldn’t it be better to be a count of the empire than a duke of a ruined country? ha ha ha!”

He laughed out loud.

Even so, Iriel could not recklessly attack him.

No matter what anyone says, there are only two sword masters in the Holy Land.

One was Zeke of the Duke of Trey next to him, and the other was Duke Zahard right in front of him.

His skill was greater than that of Zeke, who had just entered Sword Master.

Enough to compete with the famous sword masters of the empire.

Even as a saint herself, she couldn’t easily defeat him.

Duke Zahard also did not easily attack because it was burdensome to have two sword master level people.

That’s why the duke suggested it.

“Saintess, I think it would be better for us to step aside from here, right?”

Iriel began to think about it.

Certainly, it was better in many ways for each other to withdraw now.

They would be able to defend themselves a little more, and they would have to subdue the rebel forces and the undead with the reinforcements coming soon.

Besides, Iriel wanted to help Ray as soon as possible.

I don’t know how long he’ll hold out, but no one knows what will happen to him a day later.

‘Still, even though he’s a 9th-circle archmage, he probably hasn’t already died, right?’

She was relieved because she knew his skills, but the opponent was that necromancer.

I couldn’t help but worry.

Iriel finally made up his mind and nodded.

“…Let’s get each other back from here this time.”

At that, Duke Zahard nodded with a smile on his face.

“Hello, that is a great judgement. Then we will have to part here.”

Duke Zahard said sadly, like a lover grieving a breakup.

Iriel gritted his teeth at that figure.

“Duke Zahard… We’ll see you again soon.”

“That would be great. If the saintess is still alive by that day. ha ha ha!”

It was when Duke Zahard was about to leave while talking.

A voice came from behind him.

“Let’s meet now and go without having to meet later.”

“…you are……?”

His eyes sharpened.

I saw Ray trudging to one side.

Iriel and Zeke looked at him and said in surprise.

“Sir Seongjae! How are you here…!”

“Could it be that you protected the border?”

Leaving their astonished cries behind, Ray began to move Mana.

“Rock storm. Psychokinesis. Fire.”

In an instant, with his starter words spoken in a small whisper, the rocks gather and become strongly united.

A sphere is completed in an instant while floating in the air.

Iriel and Zeke had seen that scene before.

No, even Duke Zahard had seen this magic manifested by a saint.

Duke Zahard muttered with his eyes wide open.

“Uh, how… As a saint, you obviously can’t use mana…”

The rocks floating in the sky began to catch fire.

Tremendous heat was transmitted to the ground below.

Ray smiled at him and said.

“It’s been a while since I’ve had a hard time controlling my strength, right? If I’m wrong, I might fall to the ground.”

His words shocked everyone around him.