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◈ I Became an Undetected Priest Impersonator ◈
Chapter 4
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I Became a Priest Impersonator (3)
[Didn't the priest catch on?]
ㄴ[She doesn't seem to have noticed a thing. I used it right in front of her and she still doesn't know.]
ㄴ[You should practice holding your breath in advance..]
ㄴ[Why?]
ㄴ[(Oblivious.. Con)]
ㄴ[Ker!!!plunk!!!]
‘I don't know what that means.’
There were comments I couldn't understand.
I figured it was probably some kind of meme peculiar to a place like the Gallery.
[Is the clinic work manageable?]
ㄴ[Yes, it's very easy. I'm satisfied.]
ㄴ[The priest I know breaks a sweat after using Heal once, and you call it easy?]
ㄴ[Why is this supposed to be hard?]
Among them were people asking how hard the work was.
And to be honest, there was nothing hard about it at all, so I found that as hard to understand as the earlier comments, though for a different reason.
‘What's hard about working at this leisurely pace?’
Compared to the days of climbing the Tower or running my private healing clinic, the patient I'd just treated was a truly easy case.
‘It's not like they came in with a curse, or were missing part of their body.’
On top of that, treating them was no trouble compared to high-floor climbers.
It was a game-style comparison, but healing a civilian with 100 HP was naturally far easier than restoring an Awakener with 10,000 HP.
So there really was nothing hard about it.
If anything, I wondered whether it was alright to slack off like this.
It got to the point where I read the room and went looking for work myself.
"If it's alright, I'll treat the remaining patients too."
"Huh, don't you ever get tired?"
"I'm still fairly young, after all."
Old folks, with their age, were bound to tire early.
"..Age has nothing to do with how many times you can use a miracle."
But the person in question must not have wanted to believe it, because her face just scrunched up.
"Anyway, if you have strength to spare, that's welcome. We always have more patients than we can handle."
With her permission, I went back to the waiting room.
Besides the old man and young man from before, a few more patients had been added to the waiting room.
A middle-aged man with a cough.
A woman who'd cut her hand while cooking.
Even a child clutching their belly, probably from an upset stomach.
None of them were urgent, but a patient was a patient.
‘A healer is someone who'll cast Heal on a cold if you pay.’
Still, I didn't just treat anyone.
Watching me, the elderly priest asked in puzzlement.
"What standard are you using to treat them?"
"That young man would have had to worry about his livelihood if his wrist wasn't treated right away. So I treated him."
"And that girl?"
"The young lady with the hurt hand just now smelled of flour. When I asked, she runs a bakery, and it wouldn't be good for her to bake bread with an injured hand, would it?"
I didn't bother mentioning that I'd treated her because I didn't want to eat bread made with a wounded hand.
"Then why didn't you treat the earlier patients?"
"Do I have to treat people who don't have any livelihood problems? It's not like I have stamina to spare."
Spare.
"Also, it's not good to depend too much on Heal, ..I mean, Healing Miracles. If you treat people without giving them a chance to get through it themselves, who's going to build up their immunity?"
"Immunity?"
Maybe the word immunity was unfamiliar to her. She asked back, puzzled.
"It's the strength to fight off illness. Someone who's been through something does better than someone who hasn't, and illness is the same way."
The elderly priest thought for a moment, then nodded.
"That's reasonable."
She was quick to be convinced.
She looked strict, but when it came to treatment, she seemed open-minded.
Patients came by at all hours.
The next patient was a chubby-cheeked little girl, who clung tightly to her mother's skirt, seemingly scared.
"Hmph, do I have to take medicine?"
"Don't you like medicine?"
"Nope.."
"Let's see whether you have to take medicine or not."
I projected my energy to diagnose the child.
‘Enteritis.’
She had enteritis, as if she'd picked up something she shouldn't have eaten.
"You've been snacking behind your mom's back, haven't you? Don't do it again."
Whoosh!
Light bloomed from my palm and seeped into the child's belly.
The expression of the child, who'd been scrunching up her face, soon eased.
"It doesn't hurt anymore!"
The girl hopped twice on the spot in delight, then froze as if she'd just realized something and looked back.
Her mother, who'd learned the stomachache came from junk snacks, wore a terrifying look.
"Eek!"
Well, I'd kept her from having to take medicine, so she wouldn't resent me.
Probably.
Seeing this, the elderly priest looked at me in disbelief.
"Weren't you saying they need to build up this thing called immunity?"
"She's cute, so it's fine, isn't it?"
"…"
I was about 90% serious.
"Why don't you rest now? You'll collapse at this rate."
Perhaps she thought the treatments were getting a bit excessive. The elderly priest stopped me from treating patients.
Honestly, I still had stamina to spare, but standing out too much didn't seem like a good idea, so I nodded as if I were tired.
"Unless you're a Saint[1], anything beyond this is truly impossible. What you've done today is already impressive enough, so rest."
‘The healers here are pretty low-level.’
I firmly swallowed the words I couldn't possibly say out loud.
The sky visible through the window had begun to turn red.
It seemed I really had worked hard enough to be worth worrying over.
"Well then, since it's late and I'm out of strength, I'll be going."
The elderly priest raised her eyebrows.
"You're not going to leave and not show up tomorrow, are you?"
"Would I really run off after one day of work?"
I had nowhere else to go right now anyway.
Well, there might be places, but there wouldn't be an easier workplace than this.
There was no reason to go hunting for another one.
"By the way, where are you staying? I never heard that a Flower Priest was staying at the church. I wasn't able to leave work yesterday because I was busy, mind you."
She asked whether I'd arrived yesterday, but I shook my head.
It was true I'd entered the city yesterday, but since I hadn't gone to a church in the first place, there was nothing to confirm.
"I'm staying at an inn for now."
The elderly priest's brow twitched.
"An inn?"
"Yes."
"If you ask the church for a spare room, they'd gladly give you one. Why are you paying money to stay at an inn? Just come to the church."
A free place to stay.
Honestly, not a bad offer.
But in my current state, without having properly memorized the doctrines and scripture, entering a church was a risky move.
Entering a church could wait until after I'd drilled the doctrines and scripture into my head, at the very least.
"Some flowers want to be wildflowers."
I couldn't answer like that, of course, so I made an appropriate excuse.
After a few tries, priestly excuses were rolling out smoothly now.
The elderly priest's eyes widened slightly.
"So the people at the church are flowers in a flower bed? Stop talking nonsense and just come in."
It seemed it hadn't worked.
"I'll think about it."
"Honestly, how stubborn."
The elderly priest grumbled, but she didn't ask about lodging any further.
"Come right after sunrise tomorrow. If you run off, I'll send soldiers to catch you if I have to, so be warned."
"Understood."
"I'll say it again, don't run away."
"I won't run away."
Maybe her telling me to stay at the church was a way of legally holding on to me.
That was the thought that crossed my mind.
By the time I left the clinic, the streets had gotten rather dark.
I nearly took a wrong turn on the complicated roads a few times, but luckily I'd passed through once before, so I didn't get lost.
Inside the inn, the smell of warm food reached me first.
Luckily I'd come at a decent hour, and it seemed to be dinnertime.
"Priest!"
The innkeeper's daughter spotted me and came over, holding a plate bigger than her head in both hands.
As if she'd been waiting, she'd brought food the moment I sat down at the table.
"Careful."
"Okay!"
I took the plate from the child and sat down.
But the plate deliveries kept coming after that.
She carried them over one at a time with her tiny body, and the plates piling up numbered well over three.
‘Roast chicken, cream stew, and this is bread, I think.’
However I looked at it, this wasn't a meal served to an ordinary guest.
‘This is a bit much.’
Just then, the innkeeper came out of the kitchen and said,
"I don't know if it'll suit your taste."
"Is this thanks for treating your daughter?"
The innkeeper smiled awkwardly, as if caught.
"I'd only feel at ease if I did at least this much."
Refusing food that had already been laid out would be rude, so I expressed my thanks and picked up the spoon.
"Thank you for the meal. But please don't go to this trouble from now on."
"Still.."
"I said this in the morning too, but I didn't do it expecting anything in return."
Actually, I was expecting something in return.
I even hoped, please, that they'd bring me a feast like this next time too.
But I hid those feelings and kept faithfully playing the priest.
"Also, if I crave material things, the Goddess will be disappointed in me. For my sake, please hold back on excessive thanks."
As I said that, I sat the innkeeper's daughter in the seat beside me and put a roast chicken drumstick in her hand.
"You have some too, Sean."
"Eek! I'm fine, Priest! Mmph!"
Even as he said that, Sean swallowed his drool, and I pressed a chicken leg to his mouth.
Unlike my secret wish for a bountiful meal, I was giving it up because I couldn't really eat meat.
"My digestion's starting to go, you see."
"Aren't you young, Priest? You look like you're in your early twenties."
"I'm in my thirties."
And in this medieval world, a person in their thirties could easily have a grown child.
"Eek!"
I filled my stomach with stew and soft bread and went up to my room.
After locking the door and sitting on the bed, the first thing I did, naturally, was open the Gallery.
The posts coming up were mostly so-called pointless posts.
There were a few mentioning me, too.
Title: Upvote if your future's bleaker than yesterday's Newbie ㅋㅋㅋ
Author: Serf
Starting with me
[Upvote]
[Upvote ㅋㅋㅋ]
Title: What kind of world is the Earth the Newbie lived on..
Author: ㅇㅇ(171.02)
I've been on Otherworld Gallery and met Earthlings from every background, but I still can't even guess what a Nationally Certified Grade-1 Healer license feels like.
[Isn't he talking about a doctor? The name is kind of weird, though.]
ㄴ[Idiot, he says he can use Heal.]
[I'm from Normal Earth, and it's kind of like the Awakener genre in genre novels. They've got healers and stuff in those.]
ㄴ[What the fuck, whatever this guy's hometown, everything he says exists there. Quit bullshitting.]
ㄴ[ㅠ..It's true]
There was even a post wondering about me.
I left a short comment on that one.
[To put it in comparison, I'm a superpowered person. Twenty years ago a Tower appeared, and a small number of people awakened abilities. In my case, I awakened healing.]
Explaining it in detail would take a while, but this much was enough for a rough idea.
ㄴ[What's the Tower?]
I searched for and opened a post I'd bookmarked earlier.
ㄴ[I'm asking what the Tower is??]
It was a post that gathered and organized each religion's doctrines and scripture.
[Doctrines of the Twelve Religions]
[Transcribed the Flower Goddess scripture.]
‘Since I've ended up working in a nest of priests, I'd better memorize this fast.’
Fortunately, the Gallery screen stayed clear regardless of the surrounding brightness, so reading it was no problem.
Not having to waste candles in the evening was more than enough to please a poor priest impersonator.
While reading through the doctrines, scripture, and prayers, one short piece of trivia caught my eye.
※Priests of each religion wear a unique symbol that proves their faith. A symbol represents its religion, so desecrating a symbol is treated the same as desecrating the religion. Be careful.
※..The Church of the Flower Goddess uses a wooden brooch engraved with a dandelion.
Below the post, there was even a photo of the actual brooch attached.
‘It would have been bad if I'd kept not knowing.’
I zoomed in on the photo and examined it closely.
The symbol was a round wooden plate with a dandelion carved into it.
Compared to the symbols of other religions it was crude, and the structure itself wasn't complicated.
‘I feel like I could make this myself.’
The problem was that I couldn't judge from visual reference alone.
But what I didn't know, I could ask.
It was late, but from what I'd found out so far, day and night made no difference to the people who lived on the Gallery.
‘Maybe they're in a faraway region with a time difference.’
Title: Is it okay to make a religious symbol yourself?
Author: ㅇㅇ(123.123)
The comments came quickly, as expected.
[Asked what the Tower is for the 50th time]
I passed over the unneeded comment without a thought.
[Symbols are usually reissued by the church of that religion, dude..]
ㄴ[But aren't there not that many Flower Goddess churches? I make my living as a mercenary and I've seen a priest maybe a handful of times, never mind a church]
ㄴ[There really are way fewer than other religions. Unless it's the capital or the Flower Goddess holy site[2], you can pretty much assume there aren't any]
[A symbol may look like nothing special, but it's not a symbol for nothing. It's like a pseudo-holy relic, so carving an identical one doesn't make it a symbol]
ㄴ[You can't tell from a photo, but if you actually touch one it has that distinctive miracle feel]
ㄴ[How do you know what a symbol feels like? Are you a priest?]
ㄴ[I have killed a priest and looted them, yes.]
ㄴ[(Not Human Con)]
I read the comments to the end, then closed the Gallery.
My conviction settled quickly.
‘Then it should be fine to make it myself.’
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