บท 117: A Step Forward

The week-long vacation had been anything but relaxing, but the sacrifice of rest had been well worth it. Throughout those days, I had mended dozens of crippling injuries, from ruptured organs to replacing legs lost decades ago in farming accidents. And it wasn't just the infirmary's patients; word had spread like wildfire, drawing townsfolk and villagers from all corners of the countryside to our humble church.

A few nobles of wealth and influence had even sent personal servants, inviting me to their estates. But at Fyren's insistence, I had turned them all down, dedicating myself solely to the church's work. With the stalwart adventurer as my guardian, my mana had been drained constantly as I slowly perfected the fifth-circle healing spell. Surprisingly, despite the stir my presence had caused, we had managed to avoid trouble the entire week—until the last day.