Chapter 15
The girl’s body was in an absolutely horrendous state.
Her bones had decayed, emitting a vile stench that filled the room. Her skin
was festering and oozing pus, creating a putrid sight that made it hard to
even look at her.
The stench was enough to make anyone gag, but I didn’t flinch.
I’ve seen plenty of gory movies—this is nothing.
“Aaaagh! Aaaagh! Aaa…”
At first, the girl screamed in agony, but her cries gradually subsided.
The sound of bones, flesh, skin, and veins twisting and reconstructing under
the influence of my skill filled the room. Her decayed bones regenerated, her
ruined muscles and veins mended, and her pus-covered skin transformed into a
clean, pale surface. Her brittle, patchy hair, clawed out in pain, grew back
thick and healthy.
Her hollow, skeletal face returned to a normal appearance, and the
malnourished, mummy-like body gained flesh and muscle. My work was complete.
I helped the now-restored girl to her feet.
“M-Mom… Dad…”
She trembled as she touched her body, feeling every inch with her hands. She
wasn’t wearing any clothes, likely due to the pus and rot, so everyone in the
room could see her fully healed form.
“I… I’m not in pain anymore. I…”
“Cecilia! Oh, my daughter! My daughter!”
Her mother rushed over, pulling her into a tearful embrace. Cecilia hugged her
mother back, both of them crying uncontrollably.
But it wasn’t over yet.
“It’s not finished,” I said firmly, pulling Cecilia’s parents, Jonathan Karma
and his wife, toward me.
“W-What are you doing—? Urgh!”
With a sickening sound, their bodies began to reconstruct as well.
Just as I suspected.
They’d said earlier that the infection was temporarily suppressed with
medicine. While they hadn’t contracted the highly contagious rotting disease,
both parents had suffered immensely—mentally, physically, and
financially—trying to care for their daughter.
Jonathan’s wife was especially frail, battling a severe case of pneumonia. Her
lungs were a disaster. I healed them all.
Jonathan Karma’s weathered skin and graying hair returned to that of a healthy
middle-aged man. His wife, who had been gaunt and constantly coughing, now had
radiant skin, flowing hair, and the poise of a dignified woman.
As I stepped back, the room erupted into thunderous cheers.
“Blessed Lilia, the Goddess herself!”
“He’s a true saint! Truly a saint!”
The priests and paladins of the Lilia Church were sobbing on the floor. Even
High Priest Yodel looked as though his soul had left his body.
“I believe! Punish me for doubting you, even for a moment! Oh, Goddess! Oh,
blessed Goddess!”
The police officers removed their hats, looking at me with awe, while the
paladins of the Sun Church were moved to tears.
In the midst of all this…
“Hah! You think I’ll believe this nonsense?”
Jonathan Karma’s sharp voice pierced through the commotion.
I turned to look at him, his face filled with skepticism as he stared at his
daughter, his wife, and his own body.
“You think I haven’t seen fake saints like you before? How many of them do you
think have scammed me over the years?”
His accusatory tone was sharp enough to turn this emotional scene into an
interrogation.
“How dare you insult the saint!”
“Are you mocking the blessings of the Goddess?”
The paladins of the Lilia Church were ready to draw their swords, and even the
police and Sun Church paladins looked visibly angered. But Jonathan didn’t
care.
“Shut up! You think shouting at me will change anything? Do you know how many
times I’ve been conned? You think I’ll fall for this again?!”
Jonathan rushed to a corner of the room and brought back an armful of items:
scrolls, potions, strange-looking wands, and a mirror with an intricate magic
circle drawn on it.
“If you’re fake, I’ll expose you! I’ll report you and have you executed
myself!”
He sprayed a potion on his daughter, his wife, and himself, then waited.
Five minutes passed.
Jonathan’s confident expression began to crack.
“No reaction? Hmph, a clever trick. But this isn’t over!”
He ripped a dispel scroll, claiming it would expose me. Still, nothing
changed.
His face faltered further.
“This mirror will reveal everything! Let’s see how long your lies hold up!”
He looked through the enchanted mirror, his breathing growing heavier with
each passing moment.
“This… This will expose you… It will…”
But no matter what he tried, nothing happened. Cecilia remained healthy, his
wife was fully healed, and Jonathan himself was in perfect condition.
“It can’t be real… A true miracle? A true saint? After all those fakes who
stole everything from me…”
Jonathan collapsed onto the floor, sobbing like a child. The priests,
paladins, and police, who had been brimming with anger, now stood silent,
their heads bowed.
I approached the crying Jonathan and gently embraced him. He clung to me,
wailing.
“Why… Why didn’t you come sooner? Why did you take so long?!”
“I’m sorry. It’s all my fault.”
There were no further words.
“Dad!”
“Honey!”
Jonathan Karma’s wife and daughter ran over.
The four of us clung to each other, and Jonathan Karma’s family wept for a
long time, as if trying to release all the pain and suffering they had
endured.
I held the three of them tightly in my arms.
I could tell, even without asking, what kind of hardships they must have
faced.
After all that suffering, couldn’t they at least enjoy a brief moment of
happiness?
After nearly 30 minutes of uncontrollable crying, Jonathan finally seemed to
have calmed down.
It was done.
Now, if I asked for a little more time to secure the funds, wouldn’t he
agree?
“Saint! I will give you my factory land! Please take it!! Just take it and
use it!”
Wait a minute. This isn’t right.
My whole plan was to make the Lilia Church spend money! They were supposed
to waste their funds on your useless land and suffer losses!
“The goddess of grace has granted me the greatest blessing I could ever hope
for. In return, I will offer her the most precious thing I have. Please,
just take it! I will donate my factory land as an offering!”
“No, Jonathan Karma. I can’t possibly…”
“A miracle!”
“The goddess’s grace shines upon us!”
Before I could finish my sentence, the priests of the Lilia Church shouted,
cutting me off.
Before I knew it, Jonathan Karma and High Priest Yodel had already signed a
contract to donate not only the factory land but everything on it to the
church.
And just like that, far from taking a loss, the Lilia Church acquired an
enormous factory property located in the middle of the capital—even if it
was technically in the slums.
I once again led a large group of followers to the newly acquired factory
property, which was now legally the Lilia Church’s land.
It was a filthy, dirty place covered in industrial waste and trash.
Damn it.
I had planned to make the church spend money, but they ended up getting this
place for free.
Still, it didn’t matter. There were plenty of ways to make them spend money.
“Clear the trash, demolish the factory, and dig into the ground,” I ordered.
“Dig into the ground?”
“Yes, deeply. Dig as deep as you can. Then build a high-rise temple here.”
Looking around the capital, I had noticed the existence of reinforced
concrete technology. Buildings with five or six floors weren’t uncommon.
I would have them build a high-rise temple where I could live a life of
indulgence.
The cost of demolition, waste removal, and hiring workers to dig would take
time and bleed the church’s funds dry.
By the time they poured their precious money into constructing a lavish
temple, and I began living decadently on top of it, High Priest Yodel would
probably slap me and leave out of sheer frustration.
“Begin immediately…”
“The saint has commanded us to dig deep into the ground and build a high
temple! Let’s clear the trash! It is the goddess’s will!”
My grand plan began to unravel the moment Yodel shouted those words.
As soon as he spoke, a massive crowd of people swarmed in. Upon closer
inspection, they were all people I had previously healed.
“Let us repay the saint for his blessings!”
The crowd rushed to help clear the factory, offering their assistance
without expecting any compensation.
“Form a line! Take turns going in and out to clear the trash!”
The paladins of the Solar Order and the police worked to maintain order and
prevent accidents.
“Go buy food! Immediately! We must provide meals for those working here!”
High Priest Yodel and the priests of the Lilia Church ran off to buy food.
And me?
“Saint! Please grant us your blessing! My child is ill!”
“My mother is coughing up blood! Please help, saint!”
By now, I was used to this. A long line naturally formed in front of me.
This isn’t what I wanted. Damn it.
But it’s fine.
Demolishing the building will cost a lot of money. Just look at that massive
factory. Tearing it down will take months.
The cost of waste disposal and labor will eat up the church’s funds. It has
to.
Or so I thought as I continued healing the impoverished people.
That’s when I felt a chilling fear grip my entire body.
The witch!
The four-armed nuclear bomb, Dawan the Witch!
Wait—didn’t I fix her arms last time? Why does she have four again?!
Why is she here?!
“Saint!”
The witch spotted me and ran toward me with a delighted expression.
Before I could react, she hugged me tightly.
Her scent—a feminine fragrance overwhelming for someone like me, who had
never dated—completely threw me off.
“I’ve missed you so much!” she said, her voice brimming with happiness as
she looked at me.
I froze, unable to respond properly.
“Why… why are you here?”
Yes, why?! I told you I didn’t want to see you again! I’m not into the idea
of living with a walking bomb!
“The Magic Tower took me back. Tomorrow, they’re going to announce me as the
next Tower Master. I wanted to share this wonderful news with you… So, here
I am! Is there anything I can help with?”
The Magic Tower took you back? As the next Tower Master?
Wait—weren’t you a dark magician?!
Didn’t a paladin once say there was no such witch in the Magic Tower?!
The Sun Church paladin couldn’t have been lying… So what the hell is going
on?!
While my mind was in chaos, the witch turned her attention to the factory
site, where cleaning was underway.
“Hurry and clean up the factory! There’s still so much to do, so we need to
move quickly!”
Hearing Yodel shouting at the laboring crowd, the witch smiled at me.
“Are you planning to demolish that factory?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll do it for you!”
Before I could stop her, the witch disappeared as if she had teleported.
Unlike me, who struggled to use basic time-stop magic without exhausting my
mana, she was a true powerhouse.
Moments later, she reappeared, holding a large official document in her
hand.
“Here’s a permit for magic usage and demolition! To use large-scale magic in
the capital, you need authorization. Wait here. I’ll take care of that
factory for you!”
Wait.
My plan to make the Lilia Church spend money on demolishing the factory?
My plan to burden them with the cost of cleaning up the waste?
No! Witch, stop!
Before I could stop her, she was already sprinting toward the factory site.
After showing her permits to the police and saying something to them, they
quickly evacuated the workers.
Once everyone was cleared, the witch pulled out her wand.
“My God!”
“Unbelievable! Is that even possible?!”
She waved her wand, and the entire factory lifted into the air.
Not just the factory—all the trash and industrial waste that the workers had
painstakingly gathered also rose with it.
Then, in the blink of an eye, everything disappeared.
In just one day, the factory, once overflowing with waste and garbage, was
transformed into a clean, empty lot.
Damn it.
This isn’t how it was supposed to go!

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