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◈ I Became an Undetected Priest Impersonator ◈
Chapter 33
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I Became a Neighbor (2)
"Well, it's not wrong, I'll give you that."
The joy and sorrow of the Lord and the noble crossed.
"Of course, I was talking about how my opinion is what matters."
Then I stretched out a hand and pointed outside.
"For reference, my opinion is that I'd like you two to leave. You're getting in the way of treating patients, so please get out right now."
It wasn't intentional, but it was no wonder the two lords' joy and sorrow got crossed again.
"This can't be! If something's lacking, we'll hear you out, so please reconsider!"
"Tsk! Why are you being so pathetic, man! Priest, I'll take care of this fellow properly. Don't you worry! Ahahaha!"
The noble who'd made me an offer earlier was subdued on the spot by the Lord and dragged away.
That it looked like nothing but an innocent citizen being hauled off by a villainous lord was probably largely down to the difference in their faces.
‘Even knowing the circumstances, it's amazing that it still looks like that.’
It was when I was crossing myself over the Lord's face without meaning to.
That was when I caught a faint smell and grabbed the noble being dragged away.
"..Since you've come all this way, you might as well get your checkup before you go."
"This fellow has nothing wrong with him, you know?"
"I just have something I need to check."
The Lord reacted with disappointment at that, but I had no time to care.
It was because of the foreign presence I'd now made out in the noble's body.
‘This is.’
It was a presence I'd seen recently, too.
None other than the very same curse the mercenaries had brought with them.
‘Purification.’
Though the presence itself was much weaker, so the curse died off quickly after a single purification.
"Judging by appearances, you seem to be the lord of some domain. Might I ask where your domain is located?"
It was a question I'd thrown out to find out how far the simple curse had spread.
But these words of mine seemed to have given the noble the wrong idea.
"Huh! Are you interested? It's called Limbeld, and it's a day away by carriage! Unlike Millers, which doesn't have a single specialty, it's quite famous for its wine!"
"Isn't it just no-brand country wine!"
"Quiet, you who don't have one decent specialty!"
"Aaaargh! If only the dungeon hadn't vanished..!"
Ignoring the two, who had started fighting again before I knew it, I opened the map.
‘It's close.’
I didn't mean close to just one place.
Limbeld sat exactly between the area where the curse had broken out and Millers.
‘Can't ignore it.’
It was too short a distance to sit around trusting the Saintess to handle it.
Besides, it was his own business, so there was no reason to hide it.
"Please don't be alarmed when you hear this."
"Heh heh, I'm always prepared to be surprised."
The Lord of Limbeld answered with a smile, but it shattered almost at once.
"Just now, you were under a curse, my lord."
"Pardon?"
The two nobles who'd been bickering froze at the same moment.
"Wait, a curse? Could it be..?"
The first to recover and speak up as if he knew something was the Lord of Millers.
"Yes, it's weak, but it's identical to the curse the mercenaries came in with."
In other words, the possibility that his people had also been exposed to the curse couldn't be ignored.
"Hmm."
He apparently wasn't unaware of this, and he put on a grave expression as well.
Concern for the safety of the domain he governed and worry for his friend seemed to be tangled up together.
But he couldn't make a decision, and he seemed lost in thought.
The one who broke the silence was the Lord of Limbeld, who had come to his senses late.
"Priest!"
At the same time, he dropped to his knees and pleaded.
"Please, help us, if only for the sake of Limbeld's poor people!"
"…"
Not even the Lord of Millers could bring himself to stop this, and he waited as if respecting my choice.
‘Tsk, looks like I'll be making another house call.’
I was just about to reluctantly accept the request.
Suddenly, I felt the rough texture of the Symbol through my tight shirt.
A fair amount of time had passed since I'd infused it with presence, yet the power it held was unchanged.
Come to think of it, Margaret had called this consecration.
‘With any luck, I won't have to make the trip.’
It was then that I opened my mouth, showing a kind smile to the Lord of Limbeld, who had gone down on his knees despite being a noble.
"My Lord of Limbeld, I have a very good idea. Would you like to hear it?"
-Tsk, I shouldn't say this, but I think I get Malja now.
As though he was in no position to be choosy, the Lord of Limbeld begged, practically clinging to me.
"I'll do anything you ask!"
I nodded at his humble posture, that of someone who'd hand over his liver and gallbladder.
"Good."
Then I asked the Lord for the things I needed.
Mostly the ingredients for holy water, the kind used in Catholicism.
"Bring clean salt, a glass bottle to hold the water, and a cork stopper and beeswax to seal it. While you're fetching them, I'll finish my own preparations."
There wasn't much to prepare.
All I had to do was write a post and wait.
Title: Notice of Temporary Gallery Closure.
Author: ㅇㅇ(123.123)
Temporarily closed due to personal reasons.
Date: From now until tomorrow.
Reason: Someone told me I could do whatever I want.
[Aaaaagh! Now that armband punk is doing whatever he wants with the Gallery!]
[Heh heh, is another new feature coming?]
ㄴ[Ahㅋㅋ you think we wouldn't get our hopes up after this?]
ㄴ[Fr, all I can do now is look forward to whatever feature we get]
[The Head Admin has us in the palm of their hand!]
ㄴ[Nngh, I'm cumming..!]
[Where'sMomgoingagain?Where'sMomgoingagain?Where'sMomgoingagain?Where'sMomgoingagain?]
Unfortunately, there were no plans for the new feature they were hoping for.
It was while I was catching my breath after shutting down the Gallery, which had started to go to pieces like that.
While the two lords hurried off to get the materials, Priest Margaret came over and asked.
"Are you trying to make holy water, by any chance?"
"You really are a mind reader."
"Well, those are the ingredients the Water priest bastards use every time they make holy water, aren't they?"
"..Well, that's true."
Naturally, I'd only just learned that.
But it was no wonder that it gave me confidence.
It was then.
Priest Margaret threw an out-of-the-blue question at me.
"Do you know why each religion's symbol is made of a different material?"
"Not sure, no."
"Because each religion has a different medium that suits it."
Margaret tapped the Symbol pinned to her collar.
"Take mine, for instance. As a follower of the Earth Goddess, my symbol is made of metal. Unlike yours, which is oak."
It wasn't hard to understand what she meant.
"Aren't you just saying, in a roundabout way, that making holy water is difficult?"
"Hmph, it's not for nothing that the Church of the Water Goddess monopolizes holy water."
In any case, it meant it was hard.
But Margaret, seeing my expression, shook her head and denied it.
"But I believe you'll pull it off."
"..Then why are you raining on my parade?"
It was only natural that I asked, somewhat dumbfounded.
"I'm telling you to keep your mouth shut. Especially around the Water priest bastards."
Margaret gave me that one warning and left on the spot.
As if that had been her whole purpose.
I wanted to open the Gallery and look up information on the Water Order, but unfortunately the Gallery was already shut.
‘I can't just say Water priests are none of my business. This is going to be a pain.’
And the lords came rushing back with salt and glass bottles not long after that.
…
‘I wonder if this will really work.’
It had already been a day since I'd temporarily closed the Gallery to restore my Tier.
On top of that, I'd rested a whole day and recovered my presence, but I still couldn't guess whether it would succeed.
Setting aside the compatibility of the medium, it was, quite literally, my first attempt.
But I wasn't nervous.
If it failed in the end, I could treat it as a chance to take Priest Malja along and give her some hands-on training.
‘Purification.’
I poured the presence of purification into the saltwater I'd prepared beforehand.
But the presence scattered before it could even soak into the water.
A clear failure.
Still, the cause wasn't hard to guess.
‘Is it the saltwater?’
It was an intuition close to instinct.
My hand going to the sugar cube jar without thinking was an extension of that.
Afterward, I poured the presence of purification again into the newly made sugar water.
The result was different from before.
The sugar water accepted the presence of purification without rejecting it.
I could roughly guess the reason.
Flowers and saltwater simply didn't get along.
In a way, it was also proof that I was becoming more and more connected to the goddess.
Once I'd found the cause, there was nothing holding me back.
‘Purification.’
All of my power was released in an instant.
Just as I felt the entire world had been covered in floral scent, the fragrance of flowers filling the surroundings was absorbed, every bit of it, into a single bottle of sugar water.
Something unusual happened right after.
-Ding!
-Name: Dew of Flowers.
Holy water completed by combining the Flower Goddess's power with the power of the Saint who reveres her.
Its potency is enough for a single drop to turn all the water in a swimming pool into holy water.
I fell silent for a moment.
Then I spoke.
"What do you think you're doing, Goddess?"
-Stuff like this usually comes with a description, so I tried dubbing it.
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