St Chaos Healer

Ch 70 - Chaos Healer

Our monster wagon sped through the night, the only sounds breaking the silence being the rhythmic thudding of the monster's hooves and the steady turning of the wagon's wheels. The cart shook violently whenever we traversed rough terrain.

Inside the wagon, the white-cloaked girls maintained a serious demeanor, not uttering a word. There were approximately eight of these women, including the grumpy hag.

The wagon driver, dressed as a mercenary in light armor and gripping the monster's reins, also remained tight-lipped. The atmosphere was exceptionally serious, with no one interested in engaging in conversation.

Ahead of us, the other two monster wagons carried mercenary bodyguards and supplies, leading the way through the night.

However, the silence began to wear me out.

Seeking to fill the void, I turned to the grumpy woman seated in front of me,
"Excuse me, could you tell me how far the academy is?"

Her eyes opened, and she looked at me with annoyance,
"Knowing the exact distance won't make this journey any shorter or longer. Just relax and get some rest."

I nodded in understanding, picking up on her disinterest in conversation. It seemed she was still angry about the whole family feud thing.

I followed her instructions and reclined on the seat.

Despite Celestia Mercy being a prestigious academy, they could only provide this shabby wagon, equipped with a wooden bench and a roof made of straw. Nevertheless, I was relieved that the wagon seemed sturdy enough not to fall apart while being pulled by those monstrous beasts.

Attempting to catch some sleep was futile due to the constant shaking and jolting of the wagon. After enduring four accidental blows to the head from the back of the cart, I decided it was best to abandon the idea. Any further attempts at sleep might result in actual brain damage.

With nothing better to do, I glanced around and observed that the other girls were peacefully sleeping. They leaned on each other's shoulders, minimizing the impact of the wagon's movement. They even utilized their white cloaks like blankets, tucking their arms beneath them, creating an appearance of comfort.

Meanwhile, the stern hag appeared to be dozing off while sitting upright. Her arms were folded, and her back remained straight as she slept with her head slightly lowered. Even in slumber, she maintained a serious demeanor.

With nothing else to do, I turned my gaze toward the world outside the wagon. It was shrouded in complete darkness as the moon remained hidden behind thick clouds. The speed at which we were traveling was evident from the brisk wind that brushed against my face. At this rate, we would cover a substantial distance in no time.

Comparatively, if we had been using regular horse-drawn wagons, it would have required four times the effort.

These wagons, pulled by mana-beasts, were known for their swiftness and efficiency. It was no wonder they were the preferred choice for adventurers and mercenaries. However, it was worth noting that the upkeep and maintenance of these creatures were considerably high, as they consumed specialized crops in substantial quantities.

I couldn't help but wonder how the Celestia Officials were able to sleep so peacefully. It seemed they had complete trust in these mercenaries to watch over them. I imagined Ultear's comrades were just as mysterious and enigmatic as she was.

Unable to sleep or gaze outside, I decided to focus on planning my next moves.

The initial plans that I had drawn since my birth was all for nothing. If I had picked on my mother's genes and became a fire mage, then it would have been smooth sailing. But now that I turned out to be a healer, I have to start again with a fresh plan.