This BL Novel Is Ruined Now - Chapter 122
Chapter 122
Translator: Yonnee
RP: Haebaragi_syk
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“I have been in the Utta Temple since I was seven years of age. And since then, I’ve been taking care of people.”
Turning his head, he scanned through the many people here. Then, he soon fixed his eyes once more on the immature girl in front of him.
“There was once someone who had gotten into an accident and he was set to never walk again in his life. However, I have personally assisted the High Priest in taking care of that person. And when I officially became a priest, I visited the Dwarves’ district when many of them were being crushed under the rubble brought about by a natural disaster. I stayed there for three straight months, sharing to them the blessing of life or helping them reach the grace of God.”
Lyton raised the same contaminated towel once more and started wiping the patient’s wound once more. Then, he wiped his own hands on it again, perhaps for ‘good measure’ just to emphasize his point.
Having done everything that Reina said was wrong, he looked Reina dead in the eye and continued speaking again.
“But, pray tell, Lady Reina. Who are the people you have saved?”
“……”
Experience was a very important asset.
Still, people could see only the fraction of the truth through one’s own experiences.
People tend to forget that, however, and they might choose to believe that the elephant’s trunk that they once touched was the elephant’s entire being.
“No, allow me to change the question. Have you ever even treated a single person?”
“…At the Thurn Village.”
“The Thurn Village, you say…”
Scoffing, Lyton asked again, tilting his head to the side.
“I heard that your endeavors in the Thurn Village were, in all intents and purposes, focused on preventing the disease, not curing it.”
Lyton burst into a sardonic chuckle, very obviously looking down on a ‘newly-hatched chick’ who had yet to have blood on her hands.
“Now, let me ask you once more. Have you ever truly ‘cured’ anyone?”
“…If you put it that way, no, but—”
“There is no ‘but’ to this, Lady Reina. Experience. That is the only qualification that proves one’s eligibility. However, you have no way of having that.”
As though he was done talking to her, Lyton turned around right then.
“……”
God’s power was something that people could see. Therefore, the people of this world believed only in what they could see with their eyes while ignoring everything else that remained invisible.
All she had was her magic that was not even considered sacred in a place like this, so how would she be able to persuade them?
‘Even now, I… I still don’t have a scientific treatment.’
In the end, there was not a single piece of evidence that she could show.
It was for this reason that she could feel herself getting depressed. She felt guilty because there was nothing that she could do.
‘I… I’ve been so stupid. I thought everything would be as easy as it was in the Thurn Village.’
She was overwhelmed by a sense of defeat and frustration that she had never tasted before.
However, at that moment.
“There’s no other choice but to cut out the flesh.”
An unbelievable statement reached Reina’s ears.
With incredulity painting her features, Reina quickly looked behind her to find the source of that voice, and she saw Reverend Lyton, who was sitting in front of a patient.
Reina rushed to him at once.
“What do you mean, you’re cutting out the flesh?”
“The seed of evil in this patient has become larger than others.”
Looking down, she looked at the man with abscesses around the area of his groin.
“No, you can’t! If you just amputate a part of him in this environment, he’ll die instantly!”
“If it is God’s will, there is nothing we can do. You, call Reverend Rohan and prepare the knife.”
But before the low-ranked priest could even leave, Reina hurriedly grabbed onto him and turned her head to Lyton. She shouted.
“It is not God’s will! It is your independent action, it is your obstinacy! What you’re doing is murder!”
There were certain things in this world that shouldn’t be said out loud.
“What… did you just say?”
The atmosphere dropped immensely, becoming unfathomably suffocating.
Amidst the silence that now enveloped the air, hushed murmurs could be heard here and there. Reina closed her trembling eyes tightly for a moment, then she opened them once more.
What she said was undeniably inciting, but she had no regrets about uttering them.
‘I know that there are countless patients dying already, but… I can’t let him take anyone’s life carelessly.’
Thus, Lyton should never be allowed to cut off someone’s flesh.
“I’ll take care of the patient. So, Reverend Lyton—”
“Hah.”
Uncharacteristically letting out a burst of laughter, slap—! Lyton knocked away Reina’s hand.
“Murderer…”
This single word seemed to paralyze his rationality for this brief moment.
Quite the word it was.
For a priest of Utta, who was no one else but the God of light and life, to be called a ‘murderer’.
“That is enough, Reina Chantra. Try as you might to take on the role of ‘healer’, but dear noble lady, you must stop this immature game at once.”
At the priest’s cold words, Reina stood still.
“Right now… did you just say ‘game’?”
“Yes. It seems to be nothing but a game to you.”
“…You think that I’m merely playing a game right now?”
As Reina looked up, completely bewildered, she saw that the priest’s expression had become so distorted as it was. He stared down at her with such cold eyes.
“If not, then what are you doing? What is this if not a game that paints us priests of God with disdain? How else would you keep citing such theories that have never been heard anywhere?”
Right. It’s not that she couldn’t understand their side at all. And, she didn’t want to admit it, but it’s true that she went too far when she said the word ‘murder’.
However… How could he look down on her so much that he saw her as nothing but a roleplaying noble lady who’s merely acting like a ‘healer’? How could he see her as just that when she’s been working so much harder than the priests to somehow help the patients recover?
“You all think… I’m playing with human life?”
As her question resounded throughout the closed space like thunder, priests and devotees alike gasped loudly, speechless.
How could they not know?
How could they not know that she was the one who came to the temple two hours earlier than all the priests, who started work at six in the morning?
How could they not know that she was the one who persistently looked after the patients, sometimes to the detriment of her own health as she would miss mealtimes?
How could they not know that she, the youngest daughter of House Chantra, continued to protect the temple even as night had already fallen, and the priests had already gone inside to sleep?
“But a game, you say.”
A sense of futility flooded in.
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