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Chapter 46: Detoxification (1)
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The next day.
“Paulen, Boodle can glow.”
“Pardon?”
After finishing her morning prayers, Amelia explained the slime’s newly discovered ability to Paulen.
She had been unable to sleep the night before and had been reading scripture when her lantern went out.
The slime had emitted light from its body and helped her continue reading.
“Did you have a dream?”
“No!”
Paulen did not immediately believe Amelia.
It was an entirely different kind of ability.
He could understand the slime moving faster or jumping higher.
He would have believed it even if it could make poison.
There was even a species called the Poison Slime.
But emitting light?
It was so far outside common sense that he could only be skeptical.
Of course, that skepticism vanished completely when Amelia said,
“Boodle! Glow for us!”
‘Okay!’
Brrrrrr!
Hummmmm!
The slime glowed.
“No, it really is glowing!?”
“That’s what I told you. It glows.”
Paulen picked up the slime after it stopped glowing and stared at it.
“What kind of slime are you, anyway?”
▶ Ah, gross. A close-up of a human face.
▶ Move it.
▶ Hmm, maybe it’d be tasty if you looked closely?
▶ As if.
While Paulen stared intently at the slime, Amelia made up her mind and spoke.
“Today, let’s go outside. With Boodle.”
“Really?”
Paulen sharply turned to look at Amelia.
What change of heart had come over her?
Why did Amelia, who had been so unsure of herself, want to take the slime outside?
“Yes. We can’t keep staying inside like this. I’m a Saint, too.”
‘It would be sad for Boodle if it had to stay in the church all the time.’
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“That’s Saint Amelia, right?”
“Yeah, that orange hair and those breasts make it obvious.”
“Paladin Paulen is with her too.”
“But isn’t that thing in Saint Amelia’s hand... a slime?”
“I heard she brought a slime back with her last time. That was true?”
“I heard the young lady of Count House Ludendion carries a slime around too.”
“Are slimes the latest trend in high society?”
Normally, the slime would have ridden on Paulen’s shoulder.
But Amelia gathered her courage and walked through the streets while holding the slime herself.
Amelia, the next Saint who always stayed inside the church and rarely showed herself, had drawn people’s attention the moment she came outside.
And she was even carrying a slime.
‘It’s fine. It’s fine. It’s fine.’
Amelia reassured herself over and over in her mind.
With her low self-esteem, Amelia watched the people’s reactions closely.
They were puzzled and curious, but not hostile.
Perhaps because the slime looked soft and harmless, they were not afraid of it either.
More than anything, no one had an extreme reaction because a Saint was carrying it.
People’s reactions were not bad.
Now, she only had to act like a Saint.
Like Saint Fresia, whom she admired.
Amelia first stopped by a street stall and offered a light greeting.
“Hello.”
“Oh, hello, Saint.”
“Has everything been well?”
“Of course. Isn’t it all thanks to God’s grace?”
True to its name as the Holy City, even the stall owner was a devout believer who served God.
Even if she was carrying a slime, it was a happy occasion for a Saint to visit and greet them in person.
“Could I have an apple?”
“Just a moment! I’ll give you the freshest one I have!”
Amelia took an apple and immediately handed over the money.
“Oh, Saint! Please, have it for free!”
“No. Being a Saint doesn’t mean I can accept favors without question.”
“How can you be so kindhearted?”
“...”
She was doing her best to imitate the Fresia she admired, but praise still made her uncomfortable.
She wondered whether she deserved such words, but more than that, her face grew hot from embarrassment.
“B-Boodle. Here, it’s an apple. You can eat it, right?”
To cool the heat rising to her face, Amelia brought the apple she had just bought toward the slime.
‘Apple!’
The slime happily absorbed the apple Amelia held out.
The stall owner watched in fascination as the slime ate the apple they had sold.
“Saint, is that slime safe?”
“Y-Yes! Of course. It’s a very gentle and good slime. Its name is Boodle.”
“Boodle?”
“It trembles a lot when it’s happy. Right, Boodle?”
Brrrrrr!
“Oh, it really does.”
The sight of the Saint speaking gently to the slime and the soft slime responding to her eased the people’s wariness even more.
Amelia continued walking through the streets, and the slime was happy to take in the unfamiliar sights of the city.
After they had walked around enough, Amelia stopped by one place before returning to the Great Church.
It was a clinic operated directly by the Great Church.
The clinic was divided into three sections.
One was free for children, the elderly, and the infirm.
One required payment from those who could afford it.
The last was for people with severe injuries, such as adventurers and holy knights.
Amelia headed to the third clinic.
“U-Ugh! My arm...!”
“Please bring bandages over here!”
“Hang on a little longer. You’ll feel better soon.”
“Thank you for treating me again today, Sister. If you have time later...”
“I don’t.”
“Damn it! If I hadn’t messed up there...!”
“You mustn’t use bad language in the clinic!”
“S-Sorry.”
The third clinic was always busy.
Naturally, monsters could be found near the Holy City, and devout holy knights or adventurers from the Holy City were often dispatched to places in need, even when they were far away.
After looking around the clinic once, Amelia approached the patient who seemed most severely injured.
“U-Ugh!”
Beside a patient whose abdominal bandages were stained with spreading blood, a nun held both hands together and used holy arts to treat them.
But the wound was serious, and one use of holy arts was not enough.
Amelia carefully placed a hand on the nun’s shoulder.
It was a signal that she wished to coordinate treatment.
Without stopping her prayer, the nun turned her head to look at Amelia.
“Saint!”
“I’ll help too.”
“Please do.”
The nun did not stop treating the patient to show respect just because a Saint had appeared, and Amelia did not mind.
In this place, worrying about such things would have been insincere.
Amelia placed her hand over the patient’s wound and used holy arts.
Hummmmm!
A gentle yellow glow wrapped around the patient.
A Saint could use powerful holy arts without taking a prayer posture.
It was proof of how devout the Saint was and how much God loved her.
The blood stopped spreading through the bandages, gradually slowing before coming to a complete stop.
The patient’s face, twisted in pain and covered in cold sweat, slowly relaxed as well.
Because Amelia had practiced holy arts every day instead of meeting people due to her low self-esteem, she could heal those in pain more quickly.
“Amazing...”
The nun admired the sight.
A wound that had only been healing bit by bit despite her best efforts was completely healed by Amelia’s single use of holy arts.
Amelia withdrew her hand and looked at the patient.
“You’ll be all right now.”
“Th-Thank you, Saint...”
“Please rest well.”
Amelia smiled at the recovered patient before moving on to the next one.
‘She really has far too little confidence in herself.’
Paulen gave a small laugh as he watched her.
No matter how much Amelia said she was lacking as a Saint, what he had just seen was the image of a fine and compassionate Saint.
Amelia sought out patients with severe-looking injuries and used holy arts on them.
Thanks to her, the nuns and priests in the clinic could immediately attend to patients who needed treatment next.
More and more patients were healed.
However, even Saint Amelia had patients she could not easily cure.
“This patient is...”
There was a large bite mark on the patient’s calf.
“They were poisoned by a Stone Snake.”
“Urgh! Ngh! Ah... S-Save me!”
A Stone Snake.
A snake monster with scales as hard as stone and a body about twice the thickness of an adult’s forearm.
Its poison was not powerful enough to kill, but it paralyzed the body and caused continuous pain.
This was one weakness of holy arts.
Physical injuries were easy to heal, but their detoxifying effect was minimal.
“Is there no antidote?”
“A Stone Snake antidote is difficult to make. We have already placed a request with the Alchemists’ Guild, but it will take at least three days.”
Stone Snake poison would gradually wear off after five days.
But the pain during that time was beyond imagining.
Though holy arts had only a minimal detoxifying effect, Amelia had enough divine power to force the poison out through treatment.
But in Amelia’s judgment, there were still quite a few patients in the clinic who needed her holy arts.
“U-Ugh...!”
She wanted to heal the patient in front of her, but using too much divine power here would leave her unable to offer healing to the other patients.
As Amelia hesitated, Paulen spoke.
“Saint, detoxification requires a great deal of divine power. It would be better to see to the others first.”
“You’re right.”
Just as Amelia was about to move elsewhere.
“W-Wait! Please wait! Saint! Please! Please treat me! It... it hurts so much!”
“Ah.”
The cry of the patient lying in bed stopped Amelia in her tracks.
The priest originally assigned to the patient spoke to them.
“The Alchemists’ Guild is making medicine, so please endure it. Do not worry. It is not a deadly poison.”
“Ugh! But it hurts! It hurts!”
The priest looked at the patient with a bitter expression.
“I’ll use holy arts again. It should ease the pain somewhat.”
Seeing that, Amelia lowered her head.
“If only my holy arts had a detoxifying effect...”
Then.
‘Detoxification?’
The slime, sitting on Paulen’s shoulder while Amelia treated patients, recalled two things as the familiar word kept coming up.
One was the Detoxification skill it possessed.
The other was a skill it had seen in the Shop.
Antidote Generation.
The slime opened the Shop and read the description for Antidote Generation.
[Antidote Generation: Produces a substance capable of neutralizing poison it has absorbed.]
‘This is it!’
The slime thought Antidote Generation was a skill that could help Amelia right away.
After defeating two Lesser Trolls, the slime had received 15 coins each, for a total of 30 coins.
It therefore had 100 coins now.
‘I’ll buy it!’
Without hesitation, the slime purchased Antidote Generation.
The moment it bought the skill, it immediately understood how to use it.
Boing!
“Hey!”
The slime landed by the patient’s calf from Paulen’s shoulder.
“Ugh!”
Even the soft slime landing on them caused the patient intense pain because of the poison.
“W-What is this slime?”
“Boodle! No! Get down!”
Flustered, Amelia tried to pull the slime away.
Then.
Brrrrrr!
“Ugh!”
Trembling, the slime absorbed the poison along with blood from the bite wound.
Footnotes:
[1] Boodle: Rendered from a Korean sound-symbolic word for trembling, fitting the slime's name and happy shivering.
“Boodle” comes from a Korean sound word for trembling, which is why Amelia explains that the slime trembles when happy.
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