Never Mind the Heir, I’ll Focus on Healing - Chapter 126

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Successor Unknown; All I Want Is Healing Chapter 126

Yes.
It was time to lay this bare.
What exactly did this Noble Guest Token mean, and what made it so extraordinary that it granted access to the Sanctuary itself?
He had to know before he could resolve anything to do with the Sanctuary.
Honestly, didn’t something feel off?
Lion wasn’t here as Lion Asteri.
He was merely a moderately well-to-do noble youth with a Magical Disguise in place.
And moreover, he was a young master who seemed strangely reluctant to reveal his identity and had oddly frequent ties to Magic.
Besides that….

“Chirp.”

Lion hadn’t particularly hidden Nature’s existence either.
Hadn’t water sprayed from Nature’s mouth when Ann and Licht grabbed his arms just moments ago?
Anyone would have found him suspicious.
And yet they’d simply let it pass.
Which meant one of two things.
Either Lion’s identity had been discovered, or this Noble Guest Token mattered more than his secrets.

‘My identity couldn’t have been blown, I don’t think.’

It wasn’t impossible, but judging from their reactions, it didn’t seem like they’d seen through him.
Then it narrowed down to one possibility.
This token.

“I apologize first for not explaining this properly to you.”

Licht began by offering Lion an apology.

“It does carry unusual significance, doesn’t it.”
“Yes, sir. Well… are you familiar with the term Divine Messenger?”

Divine Messenger.
An agent of God who appears when wrongful things occur in the world on God’s behalf, or when the world begins to drift toward an unjust course.

“Those who appear unusually in Premonition Dreams are considered by the Temple to be potential Divine Messengers. So though you have not yet entered God’s fold, you may soon. The Noble Guest Token is given to signify that possibility.”
“What does it mean precisely, to become a Divine Messenger?”
“You would hold authority equal to the Archbishop.”
……

So they’d given him such a token?
Suddenly his chest felt impossibly heavy.
Lion gazed reluctantly at the Noble Guest Token pinned to his chest.
It really was a free pass, exactly as it sounded.

‘Of course people would overlook anything I did.’

He suspected they wouldn’t have questioned him even if he’d cast Magic in the middle of the Temple itself, staff in hand.

“There’s no need to bear such a burden. Truth be told, it’s never actually come to that. But if I’m being honest, it’s rather crass to put it this way.”

Call it publicity.
The appearance of a Divine Messenger was proof that God Anatras still endured.
His very existence became advertisement for the Temple.
Licht seemed embarrassed at his own words, lowering his head and scratching his cheek with one finger.

‘I suppose so.’

If such a feature existed, it would have been exploited as a good item or a favor-farming tool in In the World.

“But what you said about appearing in a Premonition Dream—that is the truth.”
“……What?”
“When using the Noble Guest Token, there cannot be a single lie.”

Licht continued speaking as if he hadn’t heard Lion’s small question.

“If I had lied to use the Noble Guest Token for private purposes, lightning would have struck me down from above. What we call Heavenly Punishment. Haha.”

Of course, I alone would have suffered it, so you needn’t worry, he added, trying to reassure him—but.

‘I was carrying you on my back. This priest, or rather—this holy man!’

No matter how divine that lightning was, would the electricity really conduct to just one person?
Lion, who had been on his back at the time, could easily have died.

“…….”

Right. It was an emergency at the time, and nothing went wrong, so let’s let it pass.

“Then what was the content of the Premonition Dream?”
“That was…….”

At that question, Licht’s expression changed in an instant.
Just as when they’d met in the Orphanage solitary cell, his gaze grew distant and unfocused, his pupils dilating——

“You truly seemed like a Divine Messenger.”
“…….”

Lion realized he’d asked the wrong question.
This priest, despite his pretense otherwise, was projecting something onto him—as if viewing him through the lens of a Divine Messenger.

‘Hmm.’

That didn’t seem like a good sign.

“I’m afraid I’m someone quite distant from religion and religious practice…….”

Distant? That was understating it.
If anything, he stood at the opposite pole.
There were holy knights, but there were no mage priests.
And before his Reincarnation, Lion had lived a life completely divorced from religion.

“Ah, but of course I won’t force you. The life of a priest can’t be sustained through coercion. It’s a profession that simply cannot endure without one’s own willingness.”

That’s precisely why we’re joining forces, wouldn’t you say?
Fortunately, Licht quickly regained his composure and answered with a smile.
In any case, after hearing Licht’s answer, things fell into place.
Whatever the real reason was, Lion had been the perfect candidate for the Temple’s publicity purposes, and he’d seized that opportunity to buy himself sufficient time.
That much was fine.

“As for personal matters, I’ll handle them as cleanly as possible once this is over.”
“Yes. I’m counting on you.”

He’d hoped his family wouldn’t learn of this, but now that he’d entered the Sanctuary itself, the news had probably already reached them.
Still, since it was the Temple, they would realize nothing had gone wrong——

‘Above all, I’m worried about Elvia.’

She seemed to dislike this place itself, probably because she was a witch.
Lion’s mind drifted back to his days at the Orphanage.
Not the volunteer work there, but the day he’d received an examination from Licht.

“The clothes have gotten quite dirty. I suppose I’ll need to dispose of them.”

That’s what Elvia had muttered to herself, without batting an eye.
Even though the clothes weren’t dirty at all.
He could only imagine how “contaminated” they must have seemed to her eyes.

‘Well, it can’t be helped given her nature.’

For Elvia’s sake, before leaving the Temple after finishing his business, he’d need to stop by the Magic Shop or Andriene’s Clothing Shop to buy a fresh set of clothes to change into. Of course, Lion had no idea that the moment he stepped out of the Temple, House Asteri soldiers and Ricshel would already be waiting to greet him in person.

Meanwhile.

‘Is he really okay with this?’

Licht blinked his clear eyes in bewilderment at how cleanly Lion had accepted the situation.

‘He’s really… all right with this?’

But then again, wasn’t that the truth of it?
From the perspective of a priest or believer, he was a Divine Messenger—but they’d made him a promotional ambassador on their own terms and used him.
He might well end up with a long string of labels attached to him later.

‘That’s the Noble Guest that the Temple put forward,’ they’d say.
Yet the Noble Guest had chosen to trust that he would handle it and let the matter rest.

‘What an extraordinary person, truly…’

Though the Noble Guest would deny it, in Licht’s heart, Lion had already become a Divine Messenger incarnate.
So how could things be otherwise?

‘I have no choice but to resolve this matter as quickly as possible!’

Licht clenched his clasped hands tightly and steeled his resolve.

“So I should just stay still here, then?”

It was highly probable that Licht had brought him here because of the intuition born from his Premonition Dream.
Yet in reality, Lion sensed no Holy Power at all.

‘If I were going to sense Holy Power, shouldn’t I have felt it long ago?’

It wasn’t as though he lacked a priest among his alternate characters, nor was he in a place where Holy Power was sparse.
Yet no sudden awakening of priestly talent had occurred, nor had he heard the voice of the Divine.
For Lion, this was rather unfortunate.
It meant losing one piece of information about his main character.
So unless something unexpected happened, he planned to wander through this Sanctuary and confirm a few things.

“Ah! You’re curious about what’s going to happen next.”

Interpreting Lion’s question in his own way, Licht walked briskly toward the spring and began to explain.

“From now on, I’ll unblock the spring’s flow and revitalize the Sanctuary’s land. If I succeed, the trees that have lost their vitality will come back to life, and the ecosystem within the Sanctuary will stabilize.”

In other words, the incomplete Sanctuary would finally be able to fulfill its purpose.

“It feels presumptuous to boast about it, and I’m a bit embarrassed, but my pure Holy Power is not insignificant compared to the current Archbishop’s, so I don’t anticipate failure. The difficulty is that I’m still clumsy at control…… I suspect I can only manage the ‘creation’ part. So it would be helpful if you could handle the ‘supply’ side of things.”

In other words.

“So I just need to pour water?”
“Yes. That’s correct!”

Lion surveyed the interior of the Sanctuary slowly.

“…….”

The Sanctuary was an artificially constructed space, so while he could see its boundaries with his eyes, it remained vast enough that watering it alone in a day or two would be daunting.
It truly was a cultivation ground.

“Wouldn’t it be better to call more people now?”
“Hmm…… it would be possible if they possessed comparable levels of Holy Power.”

Which was another way of saying no.
Perhaps it was the same principle as how ordinary mages wouldn’t dare use Mana near Grandfather—they simply couldn’t.

‘Actually, the fact that I can’t use Holy Power makes me the better choice.’

If he sought help from outsiders who couldn’t use Holy Power, the Temple’s secrets would leak.
And this place was connected to Holy Water—the very financial foundation of the Temple.
Which meant…….
There really was no one else but him.
Ordinary people would likely complain that this amounted to servitude.

‘……Actually, this isn’t so bad?’

Lion, who had already come to enjoy plenty of grueling labor, found even this unremarkable.
Besides, if watering was all it took to solve the problem, what could be simpler?
And if the distance increased, Licht wouldn’t be able to tell what Lion was doing anyway.

‘Actually, that’s better.’

Lion asked, carefully composing his expression.

“There are basic tools here, though, yes?”
“Yes. And if the spring is functioning properly, water will flow into the irrigation channels, so it shouldn’t be difficult…… I’m truly sorry.”

Licht made no effort to hide his apologetic expression.
One look was enough—the young lord before him was clearly raised in comfort.
Pale skin and fingers unmarred by a single callus.
Not even the slightest freckles on his complexion.
And that wasn’t all.

‘A sickly young master at that…….’

Important though this matter was, to assign him such labor.
Licht’s own heart wasn’t at ease with it.

“Understood. I’ll do it.”

But the young lord had already made up his mind.
He was already examining the equipment piled to one side.
And now he had completely withdrawn his attention, as if to say no need to worry further.
This was surely a consideration to let him concentrate fully.
Licht gazed at the spring and closed his eyes.
And he prayed.

‘O God.’

To save the little ones, You sent me a dream, and now You’ve sent Your Divine Messenger in person.
Licht opened his eyes and knelt with reverence.
Within his pupils now flickered the eternal green flames that signified the power of God, and Holy Power gathered in his two hands, trembling faintly as they pressed together in devotion.
He brought his hands, wreathed in flame, before the spring’s structure…….

Whoosh!

The flames of Holy Power raced up along the spring.

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