Time Healer Ceres - Chapter 107

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Seres kicked aside the consultation table that had been set to one side, drawing all eyes toward her before issuing orders without preamble.
“We’ll start with the patients marked in red.”
“Pardon?”
Leaving the bewildered healers behind, Seres picked up the Red Thread she’d found on the table moments before and began moving between the patients.
“Those wearing Gold Rings treat these patients first. Those wearing Silver Rings handle the rest.”
Anyone who’d been with Elrsia House for over ten years received a Gold Ring. After three years, they were given a Silver Ring.
The color distinction wasn’t meant to divide rank—it was simply a way to issue orders efficiently.
Surely they understood that much?
“What are you doing?”
Seres, tying the Red Thread around the wrist of the patient who looked most critical, furrowed her brow.
The room was still silent.
“Not moving? Are you planning to just clean up the bodies after all the patients die?”
“No, no! Of course not!”
Those who’d been dazed suddenly snapped to attention and began rushing through their assigned tasks.
“Bring all the newly arrived patients in here as well.”
“Yes!”
The chaotic treatment room swiftly fell into order.
“Wow…”
Herion, who had been quietly observing from the side, let out an involuntary exclamation.
Seres moved as though she’d been doing this for decades.
Herion watched her intently, not blinking once, as if determined to absorb every detail of what she did.
“Herion, help with classifying the patients. Don’t just stand there watching.”
“Ah! Yes!”
At the sound of Seres’s voice, Herion hurried toward where the patients were being attended to.
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“…What exactly are you doing right now?”
“Pardon?”
“Why are you using Holy Water?”
“That’s because…”
Herion gave Seres a puzzled look in response to her question.
“The wounds are tainted with Demonic Essence.”
Treatment for those corrupted by Demonic Essence differs from standard healing.
First, one had to extract the Demonic Essence lodged in the wound.
Without doing so, no amount of herbs or medicine would have any effect, no matter how generously applied.
The very first thing done for someone attacked by a demon was to sprinkle Holy Water to expel the Demonic Essence.
‘I know that. I’m well aware of it.’
But why were they still using Holy Water now?
‘What about the medicine I created?’
The treatment method hadn’t changed in all those years.
Even those struck by demons could be treated adequately with conventional methods if the wounds were minor.
But those with severe injuries absolutely required the Holy Water provided by the Temple.
‘Only…’
The arrogance of those who sold the Holy Water was infuriating.
Every time she went to obtain Holy Water, she had to endure watching those Temple priests strut about as though they were doing her some great favor, and it had taken all her restraint not to lose her temper more than once.
‘And they don’t even give it away for free.’
Why should she tolerate their pompous display while they collected enormous sums and pocketed them?
‘They want to raise the price of Holy Water again?’
‘Yes. We too face certain difficulties, and we humbly beg your understanding.’
‘People can’t even afford proper treatment because Holy Water is already so expensive, and you want to raise it further?’
‘Regrettable as it is, what can we do? We simply lack sufficient personnel to produce Holy Water.’
Money-grubbing cardinal bastard.
‘Well, if you were to bow your head and plead most earnestly, I might consider reconsidering…’
Crack!
‘Gasp! Your Eminence!’
She’d finally snapped and done something rash.
She’d smashed that pig’s face in.
‘How dare you! Do you think you’ll survive this…!’
‘You’ll just have to pray very hard to God from now on.’
‘What, what?’
‘Don’t let the Black Forest appear anywhere near the Temple.’
‘What do you—!’
‘Going forward, the Elrsia House, the Arcane Tower, and the Persha Duchy have decided we will take no part in any Black Forest outbreak occurring in areas connected to the Temple.’
‘…!’
‘Let’s see how long they can survive trapped in the Black Forest, under assault from demons, sustaining themselves on nothing but that precious Holy Water they hoard.’
When the three powers standing at the center of Black Forest suppression withdrew their hands from Temple-related affairs, the Temple had no choice but to step back, and there was no further talk of raising the price of Holy Water.
But.
‘As if I’d be satisfied with just that.’
After witnessing them toy with Holy Water again, she was afraid she’d actually demolish the entire Temple, so she threw herself into researching another solution.
After all that time and effort, she discovered something: a medicine.
A medicine that could easily treat those afflicted with Demonic Essence and bearing grievous wounds from demons—without any need for Holy Water.
“Why aren’t you using that medicine?”
“What medicine?”
“The medicine for patients afflicted with Demonic Essence.”
“What? There’s a medicine like that?”
“…You’re saying there isn’t?”
It was Seres who found herself at a loss, watching Herion’s eyes widen in shock.
She told them to wait a moment, then stepped away to an empty space and opened a pocket dimension, retrieving medicine bottles that tumbled out in cascade.
They were bottles containing a jade-green liquid.
“Agh—gwack!”
“Holy Water! Get the Holy Water right now!”
“Yes!”
Seres returned to the treatment room with several medicine bottles in hand, approaching the healer who was searching for Holy Water.
“Hey! Get the Holy Water—”
“Wait.”
“Wait for what, at a time like—!”
The healer, irritated at having her treatment interrupted at such a critical moment, froze when she realized this was the new acting head of house.
“What are you doing?”
“Treating.”
“I beg your pardon?”
Watching Seres pour an unfamiliar liquid directly onto a wound pooling with blood, the healer tried urgently to stop her.
Using a different medicine before Holy Water could actually poison the patient.
But Seres moved faster than any objection.
“What are you—!”
The healer burst into protest but couldn’t finish her sentence.
“The wound…”
A wound afflicted with Demonic Essence never stops bleeding.
Moreover, the surrounding tissue decayed at an accelerating rate, and one had to apply Holy Water immediately to save the patient.
“…It’s stopped bleeding.”
Without so much as a drop of Holy Water, the blackened, rotting tissue at the wound’s edge simply ceased its decay as though it had never been. And the bleeding had stopped entirely.
“How is that…”
“It not only removes Demonic Essence but also promotes wound healing—better than Holy Water, really.”
Seres handed the healer another medicine bottle and finished the treatment.
“What are you standing there for?”
“Yes?”
“Don’t you have other patients?”
“Ah… Yes!”
The healer, who had been momentarily stunned, clutched the medicine bottle Seres had given her and rushed off toward the other patients.
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“Seres, what exactly is this medicine?”
Once the urgent situation had been roughly managed and a brief rest period was granted, Herion asked the question that had been nagging at her all this while.
“I’m amazed. How is it possible to heal wounds afflicted with Demonic Essence without using Holy Water? What herbs did you use?”
“You really don’t know?”
Seres herself had far too many questions.
“You’ve truly never seen it before?”
This was a situation she simply couldn’t understand.
The Black Forest hadn’t even disappeared—yet the formula for this vital medicine had never been passed down?
How could that be?
“No. I’ve never seen a medicine like this…”
Though she had done nothing wrong, Herion lowered her head in embarrassment, as if bearing some guilt.
If she, who’d spent more than a decade in this place, had never seen a medicine like this before, then truly no one knew it.
‘How did this happen?’
I—wait. I spent half a year concocting this remedy. Not someone else. Me.
And I simply… forgot the formula for such a precious compound?
‘Enoch, you bastard……!’
How on earth did you train the younger disciples?
Seres hurled silent curses at the long-dead apprentice in her mind, one after another.
“Is this medicine something you made, Seres?”
“Yes.”
“Really?!”
Herion picked up the green liquid vial resting before her, her eyes alight with wonder and curiosity.
Seres watched her in silence for a moment, lost in thought.
‘So… this medicine doesn’t exist within Elrsia House?’
Though she couldn’t say exactly why, it seemed that no one—not within Elrsia House, not anywhere on the continent—knew the formula for this remedy she’d created.
“Herion.”
“Y-yes?”
Why the sudden formality?
Seres turned to face Herion, whose eyes had widened, and curved her lips into a serene smile.
Since things had come to this, a rather excellent idea had just occurred to her.
“Would you be willing to make a deal with me?”
“A… a deal?”

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