What is it? Even if I rub my eyes and look at it againâ
10sec
âitâs really 10 seconds.
I was dazed and kept looking at the bracelet.
âWhy? Why does it only cost this?â
While I was surprised, Dad said.
âI just came here to pray with my daughter, but I didnât know that the chief priest was in such a bad condition. Iâm sorry I made you uncomfortable just by saying hello.â
âCough. I, itâs not true. Not at all. Thank you for visiting. But the prayer room is not goodâŠâ
âThatâs all right. Prayer can be done anywhere. Oh, and I want to make a donation.â
âYes?!â
Zadkielâs eyes widened as he listened. He interrupted abruptly, doubting his ears.
âAre you sure, Your Excellency?â
âZadkiel! C, coughâŠâ
The chief priest stopped Zadkiel, who glanced at him at once.
However, the reason those angelic eyes sparkle at the sound of donations is not because of greed.
They must be excited to be able to feed sick people at least a bowl of porridge and cover them with clean blankets.
Dad, who knew that, smiled and nodded his head.
âIf you have a certificate of donationâŠâ
âT, there is! Iâll bring it to you! wait a minute!â
Zadkiel, who went somewhere quickly, brought a piece of paper and a pen the size of his palm and gave it to Dad.
âThank you! Thank you so much!â
Then, as if his back broke, he bowed and greeted Dad.
Dad crossed his legs and put the certificate on his thigh because there was no place to put the paper.
And he began to scribble his pen.
One, two, three zerosâŠ
When I saw it inadvertently, I stopped counting after reading up to 10 million.
James Brownâs wealth isâ.
âHere.â
âThank you so much!â
After receiving a donation certificate with Dadâs wonderful signature, Zadkiel greeted him again.
âOh, excuse meâŠ.â
Then he checked the amount of the donation and blinked.
âYour Excellency, that⊠I think you mistyped the amount!â
âNo, itâs correct.â
Dad laughed as if Zadkielâs surprised rabbit eyes were cute.
âY, yes? R, really?â
âYeah.â
Zadkielâs mouth opened slowly. Soon, tears welled up in his big eyes.
âT, thisâŠâ
âLooking at it from the outside, the temple building needs some repairs. And.â
Dad added, looking pitifully at Zadkielâs priestâs uniform, which he had sewn at the hem.
âIt would be good to make some new clothes for the priests. Iâll stop by regularly to donate, so donât neglect the priests and use it comfortably.â
âAhâŠ.â
Zadkielâs tightly pursed lips pouted. He said goodbye, wiping away tears with his sleeve.
âThank you very much! Your Excellency! Thank you very much!â
* * *
The prayer hall of the Seraph Temple.
Sitting cramped in a small space about 5 pyeong, Dad closed his eyes and prayed.
I looked at my Dad from the side for a while, then turned my head forward.
A small statue appeared.
Primera, the main God, in the form of a woman.
âEung, I donât pray.â
Because thereâs no God.
No, even if there was, it bounced now.
If you look at this crazy country, you will only sigh.
âI would have wanted to stand out too. I understand, Primera.â
It might be the main character, Enoch Rubinstein, who threw it out as his last salvation before he jumped out.
Anyway, God.
âHe must have already left the room.â
Otherwise, the ârevelationâ that existed in the past would still exist.
Well, a few hundred years ago, God appeared in the dreams of the priests and informed them of this countryâs great and small events.
For example, prepare for a major drought.
Prepare to stop the demon from somewhereâ or something like that.
The believer who received the divine revelation was naturally honored and appointed as the âhigh priestâ, the foremost of the priests representing the Empire.
But that was hundreds of years ago.
Now there is no revelation and only those who are rotten in the high priestâs seat.
âDoesnât the princess pray?â
Dad asked if the prayer was over.
âEung, I wonât.â
âWhy?â
âBecause I donât believe in God. There is no God. Even if there is, it is a bad God.â
âOh, princess.â
Dad, who was looking around in surprise, laughed and put his index finger to his lips at the comment, which was very rude for a temple prayer room.
âDo you think we should be quieter?â
âEung, okay.â
âAhaha. My princess, why do you think so?â
âHmm⊠If there is a real God, wonât he punish the bad nobles who beat the commoners? But itâs not like that.â
âOh, thatâs right?â
âSo there isnât. Even if there is, itâs bad because they donât do anything and just watch.â
Dad stared at me, then smiled.
ââŠYeah. Princess is right.â
âDad!â
âEung?â
âShould we go help the priest?â
âEung?â
âI feel sorry for the priest. I saw sick people changing towels on their heads and massaging their legs earlier. Doing it alone seems hard. While weâre here, can we help out a bit?â
Dad looked at me blankly again and smiled.
Then he rubbed his forehead against mine.
âMy princess is a real angel.â
* * *
Depending on the type of magic, the amount of life consumed varies greatly.
While attack magic requires the most vitality, healing magic consumes less vitality.
I can tell just by looking at that fact.
Primeraâs power is selfless.
It already seems to have stood out, but Primera would have been a good God.
Although I canât understand why he allowed this good ability to the trash villain imperial family.
âDonât be sick.â
âAh, thank youâŠâ
3sec
âAre you thirsty? Iâll bring you water!â
1sec
âI hope you get better soonâŠâ
4sec
I followed Zadkiel into the aid barracks and took care of the people, occasionally checking the bracelet on my wrist.
It was to see how much life force it would take to heal them.
âWow, thatâs amazing.â
Those who exceed 10 secondsâ.
There is no one like that.
âI think I know roughly.â
Of course, an incurable disease requires a lot of life force.
Because it is to save a person who is destined to die.
But not the sick here.
A worldview that has not developed medicine.
Itâs only that they canât receive a good examination since their wounds arenât external but because theyâre sick on the inside.
âThese are diseases that can be cured by going to a 21st century hospital and meeting a doctor.â
Perhaps, thatâs why.
The reason why it only takes a little life force.
âOh! Lie down! Iâll wipe it for you!â
I ran to the coughing woman and wiped the blood from her mouth with a wet towel.
âWhy are you precious people doing such nasty thingsâŠYouâre having a hard timeâŠ.â
The aunt glanced at Dad, who was hammering in the distance.
Dad rolled up his arms and directly repaired parts of the temple building that could be touched immediately.
They are currently constructing a new building close to the poorly built aid barracks in order to move them.
âNo. Itâs not hard at all. The priest must be having a much harder time than me and my father, right?â
I looked at Zadkiel, who was busy taking care of people without a break for a minute.
Commoners without money came to the Seraph Temple when they were sick.
This is because Zadkiel, who is full of holy power, uses healing magic without receiving a single penny.
Patients with internal injuries who are not affected by magic are brought to the barracks and taken care of.
âAre you fourteen years old? Really, there are people like thatâŠ?â
According to the original work, the old church faction, which received the main characterâs support and is barely equipped with a respiratory system, will grow little by little from now on.
Now, if you donate to the old church, which puts forward a doctrine contrary to the Emperorâs will, youâll likely get ridiculedâ.
âAs Dadâs business (?) grows, the number of followers will soon increase.â
While Enoch Rubinstein is slowly making changes to the country, fewer and fewer people notice.
The number of the old church believers is increasing one by oneâŠ
Eventually, ahead of the revolution, Zadkiel will rise to the position of high priest.
About⊠10 years?
In a country where most of the people of the empire think that the Emperor is like a God, the process of overturning the power of the temple takes quite a long time.
But.
âLetâs flip it all at once, quickly.â
I slowly looked around the barracks and checked my bracelet.
15min
My life force to heal all the sick in the Seraph Temple, just 15 minutes.
Itâs too cheap to be a miracle.
âThereâs no God, butâŠâ
He can pretend there is a God.
The ârevelationâ that has already disappeared.
What if that revelation came down to the old church, which everyone avoids?
âPrincess!â
Just in time, Zadkiel came running towards me with a sweaty face.
He wiped my forehead with a clean wet towel.
âPhew, what to do? Youâre having a hard time, right? Youâre sweating a lot.â
âItâs because Iâm sensitive to heat! Itâs all right!â
âStill. Itâs really okay for me to do it alone, so go ahead and rest. Oh, and drink some water.â
I drank the glass of water Zadkiel gave me.
He must have been busy just looking at the sick, but he came every 10 minutes and took care of me as well.
I only drank water, but Zadkielâs eyes were full of kindness, just like a proud younger sister.
âBut, priestâŠâ
âYes!â
I put on a look of hesitation and wiggled my fingers.
Then Zadkiel tilted his head.
âWhy are you like that?â
âBy any chance⊠Hmm. Please get close a little.â
âYes!â
Zadkiel bent down and lent me his ear.
I whispered very quietly.
âThat, this is a really, really secret. IâŠâ
Zadkielâs eyes slowly widened.
ââŠYes?â
Then he staggered in surprise and looked at me in disbelief.