# 7
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The day began in the temple early in the morning.
After the morning prayer, I would have breakfast with the novice priests and then we would spend time until noon learning basic science and theology.
In the afternoon, we would spend the day helping with temple work.
Although I was an ordinary child without an ounce of holy power, and unqualified to be a novice priestess, perhaps because of the chaos the envoy had caused in the hall, no one in the temple dared to treat me badly.
Especially children my age, their eyes sparkled with a desire to get closer to me.
"My name is Judy! Let's be friends."
“I also read the ‘Child of God’ passage in the theology book! Hair as white as moonlight and eyes as red as my blood, they are my creation and my shadow! This is what it says in the Book of Bankel, chapter 21, verse 33! Oh my God! It is an honor for me to be in the same place with you!”
During break times, the children would gather around me to introduce themselves, making the place crowded.
Is this what it's like to be a popular student president in elementary school?
Thinking back to the past days when I was being bullied by my peers, this was an amazing development that brought me to tears.
Even the elders in the temple were friendly to me.
There is no longer anyone who raises a whip to threaten or blackmail me.
Of course, not all priests welcomed my presence.
Some of them, led by the priest Timo, whispered and looked at me with resentment whenever I passed.
“Who would have thought that this old man, who was sometimes unconscious and sometimes woke up at other times, would suddenly come to his senses?”
“Shh, watch your words.”
"Huh, let whoever listens listen. A child without holy power. What divine blessing has she received? Does this make sense?"
“It seems that this old man has reached dementia. Leave him alone, his days in this world are numbered.”
At first, I did not understand the bad words they said behind my back as if they meant for me to listen.
old person? For a young man in his twenties who has fresh, wrinkle-free skin?
It seems that these people are suffering from dementia.
“What are they talking about? Do they mean, Mr. Envoy?”
As I muttered to myself, the child “Judy” next to me looked at the priests warily and then said:
“Ah... You don't seem to know. It is said that someone who is born with great blessings from a god like the Emissary, his body does not age after puberty.
He looks young in appearance, but what I know...is that he is now nearly seventy.”
“S…seventy?”
Because of Judy's words, I finally began to understand the envoy's style of speech, which did not match his face.
No wonder! His style was similar to that of grandparents.
“Since you are a child of God, maybe your body won’t age either!”
I laughed in confusion at Judy's words.
“Ahahaha, impossible.”
The villain who once destroyed this world is a child of God? This was illogical.
“Anyway, don’t pay attention to what they say, Kai. They have little faith. Ignore them.”
I nodded quietly to Judy.
The quiet days continued.
The miserable childhood of the villain, who was persecuted by children and adults, no longer exists.
Instead of the faceless, bitter-tasting orphanage porridge, I was served warm white bread and soup at every meal.
Instead of a dirty bed full of mice and insects, I slept in a clean bed that smelled of soap, away from the gusts of wind.
From time to time, news would arrive about the heroes of the novel becoming amazingly stronger.
I felt a little worried saying: 'Aren't they coming to kill me?'
But I shook my head.
As long as I stay in the temple like this, I will never meet them again.
“Kai, is something bothering you?”
His white hair shone brightly as the wind blew.
Mr. Envoy, who has a very handsome face, used to visit me often and ask about my condition.
“If you need anything, tell me. I will fulfill whatever you ask for.”
Well, what would I need? I get three meals regularly and they take care of my education and even provide me with a place to sleep.
There was nothing I could hope for.
On the contrary, I wanted to be of great help to the envoy who allowed me to stay in the temple.
“Mr. Envoy, I want to learn magic.”
“...magic?”
The owner of this body is a former great witch.
Wasn't the reason why the Rosebiller family, famous for its magic, adopted me because of my enormous mana?
“Yes, I want to learn healing magic.”
Originally, mana healing magic was much less efficient than holy healing magic, a science that many shunned, but I had enough mana to make up for that.
“I, I want to become a healing priestess.”
No matter how many people had holy power, those who used holy healing magic were limited, and since healing magic was the main source of the temple's income, healing priests were always rare.
So, I wanted to be a healing priestess who would be of great help to the temple.
“Since you want it, I will do my best.”
The envoy kept his promise and thanks to that, I was able to learn healing magic with tremendous support.
And so eight years passed.
Because I did not go to the “Roseblier” family and stayed in the temple, the course of the novel changed completely.
According to the original route, the heroes were supposed to meet and wrestle with the villain five years ago, but since they returned in time until now, they have not seen the villain's face even once.
I strongly believed that if I continued to remain in the temple as a healing priestess, the evil “Eveliana Roseplier” would disappear from the heroes’ memories forever.
Until my puberty ceremony ended and before I was baptized as a healing priestess.
“This is not possible. An order has been issued by the High Priest that a person without holy power cannot be appointed as the priest of Tirena Temple.”
Upon hearing these shocking words from the Templars coming from the capital, the envoy’s face turned red with anger and began shouting at them.
"How dare he! Does this mean that 'Grio' is rebelling against me!"
Despite the envoy's strong protest, I was ultimately unable to become a Healing Priestess because the High Priest's approval was not issued.
Moreover, since I have reached the age of majority, I can no longer stay in Tirena Temple.
There was no room for me in the temple, which was inhabited only by minors with holy power and priests.
“Kai, don’t worry, didn’t I tell you? You can stay here as long as you want. Don’t care about what these shameless people say.”
Although the envoy said that I could stay whenever I wanted, the rest of the priests were not. The order of the high priest was more authoritative than the order of the 'messenger of God'.
Because of the harsh looks of the priests, I had to leave the Temple of Terena, where I lived as my home for eight years.
Since I was a common orphan with no money or family, I had to look for a job quickly.
So I looked for a job as an Imperial Healing Priestess.
The job had drawbacks, such as working six days a week in shifts, and a lot of overtime and night work, which made it arduous, but it was one of the few guaranteed jobs that provided housing in this world.
Since I was preparing to be a healing priestess, and had no problem with my healing magic abilities, I easily passed the healers exam
Imperials, one of the three most difficult exams in the Empire.
And so I became a priestess in the Geronia branch.
Also today, the empire's healing center in the Geronia Branch was crowded with patients who had gathered to receive treatment.
“I've been suffering from diarrhea for a while! Can't you heal me?”
“My head hurts so bad, High Priestess! I think I'll be healed with just one healing touch.”
People come to the center to see my healing magic for matters that can be solved in one minute by going to the nearby pharmacy.
“Priestess! I've been waiting for thirty minutes already, why are you treating that commoner who just arrived before me! Are you kidding me? What?!”
A middle-aged knight with a bushy beard shouted angrily, began to roar, and then smashed a flower pot in the center.
Even though he knew that the Imperial Healing Centers were much cheaper than temples but gave priority to emergency cases, he was a patient who destroyed the center's property under the pretext that they had treated an unconscious person covered in blood before him.
'Where should I report the destruction of property?'
Because of the provocateurs who arrived by the dozens every day, my head began to feel heavy and hurt from anger.
'Ah...I want to go home.'
I ignored my headache and placed the healing stick lightly on the stomach of the child who was dying in front of me, then I said the activation word.
[Healing]°
With a faint ringing, a strong white light emanated from the bottom of the stick.
The bright light surrounded the child's stomach, whose entrails were visible and blood flowing endlessly from it.
Quickly, the child's wound area began to renew with that light.
“Ahh, Jerome!”
The child's mother, who was screaming at the bedside, stopped crying.
The child's skin, which was pale as death, gradually began to regain its color.
“Waaaah!”
“Honest Priestess!”
The stomach of the child who had been run over by the cart, with his white ribs and entrails visible, was completely healed in that bright light.
His little chest began to rise and fall with his breathing.
“It's a miracle!”
The people in the clinic cheered.
Oh my God, did I use too much force this time too?
I glanced at my fellow therapists and as I expected, they were all looking at me with admiration.
Among them was the “bald” director of the Geronia Healing Center, who was looking at me with a very satisfied expression as if he was going to give me a reward immediately.
Damn it, don't tell me he'll promote me again.
“Thank you... Thank you very much, Your Honor! I don’t know how to return this favor...”
The child's mother bowed before me repeatedly, thanking me.
“There's no need to do that. I just did my duty.”
“But….”
The child's mother tried to grab me as if she had more to say, but I smiled at her, bowed lightly, and quickly left the place.
It was long past my time to leave, and I was physically and psychologically tired from hearing the families’ stories.
Moreover, if I worked more here, that “bald” boss might appreciate my skills more and promote me to work in the capital.
'This is something that will never happen.'
I quickly opened the door to the corridor and muttered to my fellow therapists:
“I'm leaving now.”
"Oh? Are you going already?"
The center director heard that small voice, approached quickly and said in confusion:
“Can't you work a little longer?”
My face hardened at his absurd words.
I worked 24 hours the day before yesterday, slept a little, then worked 16 hours today, and now I'm being asked to work more?
“You know I worked 8 overtime now, right?”
“Has time passed so quickly?”
“Besides, I used too much strength a little while ago and I can't work anymore. I'll leave now.”
I bowed to him and left. The center director could not catch me. Perhaps he still had a shred of conscience.
'Finally I'm going home!'
As I was walking slowly towards the office, I heard the sound of fast running coming from afar.