The Celestial Maiden’s Young Master in Another World - Chapter 18

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Chapter 18. A True Friend
Reillaike’s eyes widened at those words.
“I can’t be certain, of course. But there are traces of an Altar being constructed and then destroyed.”
“Where, precisely?”
“We discovered it in empty land beyond the Dalofes Territory.”
Originally, they’d found it while searching for a missing person who had vanished within the domain.
“An Altar. If it was constructed by Impurlim rather than mere heretics, things become considerably more complicated.”
“That’s why I came to you first, Cardinal Ludersck.”
Cardinal Armel had held his position for barely three years now.
He still lacked sufficient political foundation.
The one favorable relationship he’d managed to cultivate was with Cardinal Ludersck.
“I believe the evidence points to Impurlim’s handiwork.”
“Your reasoning?”
“There are traces of a Dark Magic Circle where a ritual was attempted.”
A Dark Magic Circle leaves traces even when erased.
Those who wielded the power of Condemnation could perceive those traces.
Cardinal Armel, too, possessed the power of Condemnation, and thus could secure definitive evidence.
‘I don’t think there’s any reason separate from the Sage’s emergence.’
The severance with Eli, the relentless attacks by Impurlim targeting Rian until now, the anomaly of the Sacred Flame during the Naming Ceremony—perhaps all of this signified that Destiny had arrived.
A Destiny gathering around the fulcrum of a Sage, confronting a great evil.
Reillaike was almost certain of it.
He knew why he’d come to the Ludersck Territory, but he couldn’t reveal everything here.
“Father!”
Because his son was calling him.
***
—I’m back~
‘Tell me later.’
—Yep!
Something interesting must have happened.
The eagerness to share it was written plainly across Eli’s face.
“Father, I wanted to check Corin’s Healing ability.”
I’d already learned that he was utterly hopeless when it came to direct combat.
So now I needed to see just how capable his Healing was.
I knew his potential was exceptional, but I hadn’t properly witnessed it with my own eyes yet.
“Aha… this is strange. It worked fine at home.”
Yeah, right.
There was no way a sieve that leaked this badly outdoors had ever been intact at home.
It’s alright, Corin. You may lack athletic coordination, but you still have your Healing ability.
With that thought in mind, I patted his shoulder reassuringly.
“You can do Healing, right?”
“U-uh, yeah! I practiced that a lot at home!”
Oh—so he’s actually quite skilled at Healing?
The moment Healing came up, Corin seemed to recover some of his confidence.
I felt hopeful watching him.
Soon after, a withered potted plant was brought in front of Corin.
Healing is the power of vitality.
It amplifies the life force possessed by living beings using Sacred Power to restore them.
The more dire the wound—teetering on the edge of death—the more miraculous a display of Healing ability is required for a complete cure.
“Haaah….”
Corin took a deep breath and brought his hand close to the plant.
A gathering of green light enveloped the plant.
The withered leaves gradually regained their vitality.
The stem that had bent, drooping toward the ground, slowly began to lift its head toward the sky.
“Ooh….”
Healing ability was as wondrous as sacred magic itself.
“Hmm? But….”
I spotted something strange almost at once.
“It looks like another color of light is mixed in with the green Healing light.”
Sacred Power, when used, emits a subtle glow suited to each user’s unique Attribute.
Each Attribute produces a different color, and Healing produces a green light.
Basic Sacred Power manifests as nothing but white light. That’s why the Sacred Flame burned entirely white as well.
For reference, Parma’s baby bottle and fountain pen that I used Talisman Arts on before also glowed with a soft white radiance.
‘But wait—that plant right now is glowing green, except there are streaks of red mixed throughout, aren’t there?’
For the record, red light is the attribute of Condemnation.
“Ah, that is… I’m still inexperienced, so when I convert my attributes, they end up blending together….”
That seems even more difficult. This one really is something peculiar.
‘Wait. Hold on.’
So it means he can blend the power of Condemnation into the Healing attribute as well.
‘Was this always possible?’
If you can perform two Attribute Conversions simultaneously, efficiency would obviously skyrocket.
That’d be absolutely broken, wouldn’t it?
“Rian, simultaneous Attribute Conversion is possible because of the special nature of the Condemnation attribute.”
“Is that so?”
Before I could jump to the wrong conclusion, Father corrected me.
Fundamentally, Condemnation is the power of exorcism, so it’s built on the premise of granting dual attributes.
“If blending two attributes were easy, there would be plenty of Holy Knights running on the front lines wrapped in Healing power, wouldn’t there? That would be efficient.”
I see.
True, mixing two attributes would be broken if it were simple.
“However, Healing and Condemnation don’t blend well together. They mix better with Manifestation or Enhancement, but the attribute combination isn’t a good match with Healing.”
“Then why does Corin….”
“Corin’s case is exceptional.”
So that one really is something unusual.
“Um…. But why do mine keep blending?”
Right.
Hmm. But what is it? Something feels like it’s on the tip of my tongue, my head tingling with half-formed thoughts.
Why does it keep feeling like something’s about to click?
“Father.”
“Yes?”
“Could I perhaps try attacking a demon as a test?”
“Hmm… I’d like to grant your request if I could, but it seems impossible at the moment.”
I asked on a whim, remembering something from my childhood. As expected, that won’t work.
Father paused for a moment, then spoke.
“We still have a Silver-Maned Wolf that was procured last time. What do you think of that?”
A Silver-Maned Wolf would be that monster Mother had brought along when she said she’d teach me the power of Condemnation.
“It’s still here at home?”
“We’ve brought in several for training purposes.”
Good.
Even though demons are out of the question, monsters also carry Demonic Energy.
After waiting a moment, a Silver-Maned Wolf locked in an iron cage was brought over.
“Grraaaaaagh!”
Judging by the scorched wounds scattered across its body, it’s the same one from before.
With Mother nowhere to be seen, it seems to be snarling even more fiercely.
I wonder if cleanup will be all right?
“Thank you, Father!”
In any case.
I approached Corin, who was visibly stiffened at the sight of the monster.
“Corin. Try using your Healing on that monster.”
“Huh?”
“But not just a normal casting. When I wound it, I want you to use the strongest Healing you can muster on that wound.”
“Healing… on a monster?”
“Yeah. There’s something I want to test.”
I gripped the staff that I’d temporarily enhanced with Weight Reduction in my hand.
“Father, please release it.”
“Will you be all right?”
“Yes, I’ll be fine.”
I grabbed the Steel Pipe and swung it with a whoosh.
Now that it was complete, I’d been spending the past few days swinging it every day to recover my old feel for it.
‘Ah, this is the sensation.’
-I don’t understand why you were reincarnated just to wield a Steel Pipe….
Eli regarded the crudely fashioned Steel Pipe with evident displeasure.
He’d picked up the staff again and seemed satisfied, but looking at the finished product, he wasn’t entirely pleased with it.
‘It’s just the basics, after all.’
-You could use a more refined staff, you know.
‘We can make something nicer later, once we have better materials.’
The Steel Pipe I held now was iron blessed with sacred power.
This world had all manner of materials too, and it was only natural that higher-quality weapons resulted from better materials.
And generally speaking, the pricier the material, the more beautiful the weapon.
“Corin, are you ready?”
“Y-yes!”
“When I give the signal, cast Healing on the wolf the same way you did on the plant before.”
“The same way?”
I nodded, and Corin raised his cane with grim determination.
Thump—
“KYAAAA!!”
A wolf beast lunged out the moment the iron gate swung open.
Its target: me, standing at the front.
Whoosh—whick!
I tilted my body lightly, evading its slashing foreleg.
‘Still, beasts are beasts.’
A five-year-old body lacked strength, but it had advantages. Namely, lightness.
Thwack!
“Grr—what?!”
The wolf jerked back, stunned by the counterattack with the staff.
It hadn’t expected me to fight back at all.
But there was no wound yet.
‘I really don’t have enough power.’
I’d carved Weight Reduction and Enhancement into the staff, but I’d only activated Weight Reduction.
Right now, I was just testing Corin.
‘Making it light halved its effectiveness as a blunt weapon too.’
If I were bigger, it might be different.
With a child’s strength, even a weight manageable to carry obviously wouldn’t deliver much impact.
Can’t be helped.
I turned and bolted backward, and the wolf gave chase.
“GRWAAANG!”
It was clearly angered by that hit.
My destination: the wall.
‘Since my body’s light… it should work!’
The wolf was fast, but I’d gotten a head start, so the distance to the wall was close enough.
Whick!
Using my momentum, I leaped toward the wall with all my might.
Thud!
I planted my feet on the wall—
Whoooosh—!!
“?!!”
—and swung the staff in a full arc, using gravity itself.
Crunch—!!
“KYAAAAH!!”
“Corin!”
“I’m on it!”
Fortunately, a clean gash opened across the wolf’s crown.
Corin promptly cast Healing over it.
A mix of green and crimson light bloomed above the wound.
“Grgh… grwhine?”
The wolf was momentarily confused—it thought it was being attacked, but it wasn’t.
Yet the wound that appeared to be healing began to bubble and swell slightly.
‘Exactly as expected.’
Once I confirmed the anomaly, I immediately put distance between us.
“Corin! Can you mix in more of the Condemnation Attribute?”
“Uuh… that’s not really something I can control, but… I’ll try!”
Whether his control was rough or not, the green and crimson deepened simultaneously as they manifested.
Still, the concentration of Condemnation’s power had grown denser.
That was enough.
The wound began to swell grotesquely, as though ballooning outward.
“Gaaaaahhhhk! Kiiiiiii!”
And then.
Pop—splurt!
It burst.
“Oh!”
Spatter—spatter—spatter!
Blood and flesh sprayed across the air.
This is way more useful than I expected.
***
“Hm….”
“This destructive power?”
Corin, the one who’d actually unleashed the Healing attack, was terrified.
But the two Cardinals watching could only marvel.
How could they not.
‘Blending Healing and Condemnation to produce such destruction—there’s no precedent for this.’
No one had ever attempted such a combination.
Of course they hadn’t. Why would anyone try to heal a monster or demon?
And if they’d meant to heal, they’d never have mixed in Condemnation.
Besides, Condemnation and Healing were fundamentally opposed—blending their natures into a Conversion was nearly impossible.
‘Even if it was chance, a boy who can manifest such power is remarkable.’
Armel watched Rian, who was patting his own son reassuringly.
‘That child—the one who conceived of this.’
He saw possibility in what everyone else dismissed as clumsiness or mistake.
And he actually experimented, and made it real.
‘A genius.’
A boy worthy of the Divinity’s greatest blessings.
‘I have no choice but to permit this.’
In truth, he’d come here to discourage Corin from entering the Heretical Inquisition.
The boy was especially gentle-natured among his children; Armel had thought he couldn’t endure it.
But then he saw Rian here.
A true friend who listened to Corin’s wish, recognized the potential properly, and found the path forward without fail.
A real friend.
***
‘Wow, it actually works.’
I came up with it myself, but it’s still satisfying.
“Corin, you did great!”
“R-really?”
“Yeah!”
I’d recalled some cliché from manga or novels and actually tried it.
And it actually worked.
I got to realize a dream, and Corin discovered a new ability. Win-win.
‘With Healing alone, we can treat allies and tear apart demons—one less thing to worry about.’
At this rate, entering the Heretical Inquisition should be fine, right? Probably.
‘As for athletic ability… ten years of grinding should sort that out, I figure.’
Steady effort is what matters in martial training, after all.
-Don’t mix in bulk at the rookie stage.
‘I thought Corin wasn’t your type?’
-He’s got potential. I want to see him grow.
…I see. So that’s how it is.
“Corin, do you really want to go to the Heretical Inquisition?”
“Uh….”
Huh? That’s a vague answer.
“Actually….”
Corin hemmed and hawed before finally confessing.
“I want to go to the same dormitory as you, Rian….”
‘Ah?’
So he was worried about being separated into different dormitories at the Academy.
A soft laugh escaped him—
He really was just a child.
“I’d like to go with Corin too!”
“Really?”
“Yes. Let’s work hard together, all right?”
Corin had some clumsiness about him, certainly, but practice would iron that out soon enough.
‘Once we’re in, things will sort themselves out.’
And so Corin’s path into the Heretical Inquisition was settled.

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