Reincarnated in the Same World for the Nth Time - Chapter 17

Parman, one of those who managed the basement of the Great Temple of Port Plum was a very devout believer in the Sun God Rasphallara.

He possessed a deep faith, as if he was born to become a follower of the Sun, and was a sincere and honest person, as everyone in the Great Temple would acknowledge.

That’s why, early on, he was recognized for it and was given the role of managing the basement storing the holy relics, even though his position was not high.

Far from being arrogant about it, Parman offered a prayer of gratitude to the Sun God Rasphallara and always did his best in the role given to him.

Parman’s life was frugal and mostly flowed similarly.

He would get up before dawn, finish his prayers, and then greet the believers who came for the morning service.

After finishing his work as a priest, he went down to the basement and swept and cleaned the vast storage room where the holy relics were stored.

That was all there was to the major schedule, and Parman’s week flowed very simply.

But that day, something was different.

The bloodline blessed by the Great Ancient Dragon, from Reshenhardt, knew about the Right Hand of the Halo that had not been made public, and had come to the Great Temple of Port Plum to receive the help of that relic.

Parman was very surprised, but he was relieved when he heard that Ianfel would greet him.

Ianfel was truly a Saint of this era, and a wise man.

His devotion to Rasphallara was so great that he was known to have the highest healing power among the priests, excluding the Pope, as if to show that it was not a lie.

Moreover, he had arrived at Port {lum not long after Bishop Martio began to flaunt himself publicly, as if to stop it.

How quiet the temple had become since then!

For these reasons, Parman had come to have infinite respect for the Saint Ianfel.

So when the Reshenhardt bloodline arrived, he volunteered to go down to the basement with him to help the Saint.

To monitor them in case they showed even the slightest sign of malicious intent.

‘If they show even the slightest hint…’

It was while Parman was searching for Aquila Reshenhardt and especially Yuzelia with burning eyes.

“Water…!”

The surface of the Right Hand of the Halo sparkled, and suddenly water began to spring up and flow down.

That was a sight that even Parman, who had been managing the holy relics stored in the basement for many days, was seeing for the first time.

The appearance from the recorded story.

Like the original appearance of the Sun God Rasphallara handing over the chalice he had received from the Goddess of Springs to save those he cherished.

Aquila Reshenhardt, who stood alone in the center of it, was not embarrassed even after seeing the springing water, as if he had anticipated this.

As he lifted the holy relic, the hood flowed down very slowly, revealing Aquila’s hair.

That was when Parman saw the fiery red hair for the first time.

“Ah…!”

Someone let out a sigh that seemed to be boiling over.

Everyone must have felt the same way.

Everyone in that place watched the scene with bated breath until Aquila Reshenhardt, who was soaked from drinking the spring water, put down the holy relic.

The first to move was none other than Ianfel.

As if the Saint had come to his senses, he gripped Aquila’s hands holding the Right Hand of the Halo with all his might and asked.

“The curse! How is the curse…”

Ianfel’s urgent voice faded.

Then, he suddenly shouted, “Rasphallara, have mercy!”

“I can’t believe it! I can feel the shadow of death that had been cast upon your body receding! Ah. Rasphallara’s benevolence…”

Tears welled up in the Saint’s mysterious light purple eyes and streamed down.

Parman felt a thunderous thrill as he watched them, shaking his whole body.

The figures of Ianfel and Aquila at this moment looked sublime enough to be passed down from mouth to mouth.

At least, that’s how it seemed to Parman.

A certain lingering feeling gently swept through his entire body.

“A miracle! It’s a miracle…!”

The water that flowed down from the chalice washed up to him and wet the front of his shoes.

Parman put his hands together as if praying and muttered without even realizing it.

Gratitude filled his eyes.

There was a miracle before Parman’s eyes.

***

Aquila flopped onto the bed as if throwing his body down.

After being soaked in water for a while and finally taking a shower, it felt like this place was heaven.

“Don’t lie down with your hair wet, young master.”

Shen added a nagging comment as soon as he saw that sight.

Regardless, Aquila had no desire to get up because the blanket was so soft.

As he slumped down completely as if he had become one with the bed, Shen let out a deep sigh.

After the incident at the temple, Aquila’s group decided to stay overnight in Port Plum.

It wasn’t that they were planning to leave right away in the first place, and there was also a strong request from Ianfel.

It had somehow ended well, but the water gushing from the Right Hand of the Halo was not a scenario that Ianfel had planned.

His light purple eyes were burning with curiosity.

Seeing those eyes, Aquila thought that Ianfel would grab him right away and ask him what had happened.

But Ianfel didn’t do that.

It was because the water flowing from the Right Hand of the Halo didn’t stop, even though Aquila had obtained a skill.

“Is there a record of when the water flowing out of the holy relic stopped?”

“…I’ll go check and come back right away!”

Parman, who was flustered by the Saint’s question, quickly ran out of the basement.

It didn’t seem like a problem that would be solved right away.

But it was certain that the Saint was planning to keep Aquila until the flowing water stopped.

That would have been the case if there hadn’t been a strong protest from Shen.

“Priestess Yuzelia. Can you cure a cold with divine power?”

“Hmm? No… I can make you feel comfortable for a while, but I can’t cure it completely. Like motion sickness.”

Shen strongly protested after hearing Yuzelia’s explanation.

Even though the Curse of the Deadly Poison had been cured, Aquila’s body was known to be weak to the outside world.

Above all, it hadn’t been long since he had vomited blood, and before arriving at Port Plum, he had suffered from a terrible headache due to teleport sickness.

From Shen’s point of view, who had clearly watched all those things, it didn’t make sense to leave Aquila alone like this.

This attendant carefully rephrased his words to essentially say, “Surely, a great Saint like you wouldn’t keep a sick man here, right?”

Ianfel had no choice but to postpone questioning Aquila until tomorrow.

In any case, the deal had gone well.

No, it wasn’t just good, it could be said to be the best start.

One of the reasons Ianfel let Aquila go so easily was likely because he was already thinking about how to best grasp what had happened today.

Thus, Aquila’s group came to the accommodation in Port Plum that the Saint had introduced.

Aquila lay spread out on the bed and pulled the pillow towards him.

‘Still, it was good to see that guy’s flustered face. You really do live and learn.’

He rolled around on the bed, thinking leisurely.

“Is it okay for me to stay in this accommodation too? I have my own room in the temple…”

“What if the bishop comes and makes a fuss while you’re there?”

“That’s right, Priestess Yuzelia! There are three rooms anyway!”

Shen quickly nodded as he took Aquila’s nonchalant words.

This accommodation was one of the most luxurious places in Port Plum.

The service was reliable instead of the expensive price, and as such, it was famous as a place where nobles who visited Port Plum stayed.

“But…”

“Rumors will spread quickly, so other priests might come looking for you. Wouldn’t it be better to just stay here?”

Before leaving the temple, Aquila saw the face of one priest who was looking at him with the emotion of a human who had encountered a miracle.

So even if Ianfel ordered everyone to keep quiet, word would spread rapidly.

Even if it wasn’t Martio, other priests might come looking for Yuzelia.

She hesitated, but in the end, she nodded at Aquila’s words.

‘If rumors spread, everyone in the Great Temple of Port Plum will know about the existence of the basement, so Ianfel will have one more thing to clean up.’

The Great Temple of Port Plum, no, not just the Great Temple but the Temple of the Sun, might face an unexpected phase.

They would have to explain why they had the holy relic of the Sun God but didn’t reveal it to the outside world.

But that didn’t seem like it would negatively affect the temple.

As long as Ianfel had acquired the card of curing the Curse of the Deadly Poison.

‘I just hope things go well with chasing the Temple of the Night and the dark guild.’

Since they had learned that they were involved in the curse, the Temple of the Sun would chase after them even to build up their fallen prestige.

Aquila’s thoughts, which had finished thinking, quickly turned elsewhere.

It was about his curiosity about the skill he had acquired today.

“Um, is it okay if I go to the Temple of the Sun for a while?”

Aquila raised his head at Yuzelia’s words, who was about to bring up the system window.

“What for?”

“If I’m going to accompany you, I need to bring my luggage, and… I also want to visit the orphanage.”

Yuzelia clasped her hands together again as if she was thinking again.

But the hesitation wasn’t very long.

“You heard that I grew up under Bishop Martio like a daughter, right?”

“As I said before, I don’t see what that has to do with…”

“No, no. It seems like it’s a problem that I have to address. Apart from the fact that you trust me.”

Yuzelia’s face was filled with a determined look that she had to say this.

So, Aquila raised his body, which had been lying down, and sat down, looking at her.

It was an attitude that he would listen to Yuzelia’s words properly.

Shen also nodded and stared at her.

Yuzelia smiled softly as if she was relieved by their attitude.

“There’s an orphanage run by the Great Temple of Port Plum. I grew up there. Perhaps because it’s run by the temple, there were many children with divine power, and Bishop Martio brought some of them to study to become priests. He became a guardian and gave them various help.”

“Just listening to that, he doesn’t sound like a bad person.”

“Yes. That’s right. The phrase… like a child isn’t wrong.”

An unknown emotion flashed across Yuzelia’s face.

Deep agony and sorrow, contempt, or anger…

Aquila wondered what kind of comforting words he should say.

‘I know she is a more sincere and kind person than that kind of guy? What should I say?’

Shen’s face darkened as if he was thinking the same thing.

However, Yuzelia, who had erased her expression completely before they could say anything, said simply.

“But he was a bastard.”

“…Huh?”

“You heard it today, right? He’s a completely careless and stupid piece of trash. What’s the point of raising them like children? No one thinks of that trash as a father.”

“Priestess Yuzelia…”

“Who in their right mind would be with someone like that! Grew up like a daughter? Ha! What a joke! You spoke well today, young master! It made me feel so relieved!”

The anger that Yuzelia had been suppressing until now burst out, turning her into a swearer in an instant.

Yuzelia gave a long speech about how much she hated Bishop Martio.

Shen, who was restless but listened seriously to Yuzelia’s words, said one thing.

“You must have suffered a lot under that psycho.”

“Yes! Exactly! I should rip out every single one of that bastard’s hairs!”

Aquila comfortably stretched his body, which he had raised, back onto the bed.