St Chaos Healer

Ch 73 - Adaption & Transformation

Blessing ritual session 2,225

"... Oh Mother Grimshaw."

The crystal ball lit up with a brilliant green light, illuminating the entire courtyard and bringing healing to everyone present. As soon as the ritual ended, I suddenly coughed up blood, and my nose began to bleed. Before the usual headache could set in, I collapsed on the spot.

After some time, I felt a cold splash on my face and woke up! Confused, I found myself back in my cellar, soaked in water. That's when I noticed the guard standing in front of me with an empty bucket.

"So you finally woke up, good," he said. "Your food's getting cold. Eat and patch yourself up quickly. There will be yet another ritual session right after that."

Bastards don't even feel a tiny tinge of remorse for poor me. I literally healed like 100 thousand people till now, even at the expense of my deteriorating health. Yet I am still being treated like shit.
I took the food tray.

Before heading out, the guard turned around.

"Also, there's a healing potion this time. So use it before we head up," he added and then left.

I glanced at the potion placed inside the food tray. Picking up the vial, I examined it closely. The dull green liquid indicated a low-level healing potion. They could certainly afford better, but it was still better than nothing, especially since my mana arts didn't work on me at all.

However, I noticed the lid of the vial was loose as if someone had tampered with it. Looking closer, I realized the potion was half-empty. Either it had been filled halfway, or someone had stolen part of it.

I let out a sigh. "No point in complaining now."

I ate my lunch, then took the pills and the potion, preparing myself for the next ritual.

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Blessing ritual session 2,471

Standing before the crystal ball, I placed my hand on it and began reciting the familiar incantation.

"Oh, Benevolent Lady Grimshaw,

In your radiant light, we find solace.

With gentle hands..."

As I recited, I felt the mana within me being drawn out, flowing into the crystal ball. This artifact amplified my magic, multiplying its effect across a wide area. However, the trade-off was significant—it consumed a substantial amount of mana in the process.

As the crystal ball illuminated with green light, it healed the people. I quickly grabbed my head with both hands and got on my knees, anticipating the splitting headache that always caused me to blackout. I knelt preemptively, hoping to avoid falling on my face.

The guards rushed to my side to pick me up, gripping my arms to help me stand. I looked around in shock, waiting for the usual pain to begin. But instead, all I could hear were the murmurs of happy, healed nobles thanking me.

"Thank you, Apostle of Grimshaw."

"I can see again! Thank you!"

"You saved my son! God bless you!"

I noticed the priest smiling as he looked at me, his expression unreadable.

The guards tried to carry me, but I pushed them away.

"I—I am fine. I am fine?" I asked, puzzled.

The searing headache, the bleeding from my mouth and nose—none of it happened today. Why was that?