This Is a Healer? Probably...

Chapter 30: This Is a Healer? Probably...

One-hit kill!

Colin felt the monster beneath his hand struggle a few times before dying.

With the power of "Hunting Moment" and "Aberration Scholar," any monster that wasn't stronger than Colin was basically killed instantly.

"Thank you, Lord!" the servants he'd rescued hurriedly said.

Colin nodded in response, then looked at the dozen or so other monsters. Since he'd already started, he couldn't very well finish in three seconds.

He might as well kill them all!

With Colin's axe falling again and again, the battle ended in less than ten minutes.

"Congratulations, you obtained 7 ml of Tainted Dim Blood."

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A total of over 130 milliliters of blood.

What Colin hadn't expected was that he seemed to have gotten another "Twisted Soul."

"Hm? Looks like I got something good, too!"

Colin was surprised to find a Special Talent Recruitment Card in his Inventory.

[Special Talent Recruitment Card: Recruit a person with special abilities. There is a chance the summoning will fail.]

[Note: This person's initial loyalty is 50%. They will follow your orders, but you must not use violence against them. Once their loyalty falls below 30%, they may leave at any time.]

"There's actually a chance it'll fail? Hmm, I don't think I'm that unlucky. But unlike ordinary servants, their loyalty isn't absolute."

Colin studied the description, thought for a moment, and decided to use the card on the spot.

Mostly, he was curious about what made this so-called Special Talent special.

After he used it, countless white points of light appeared before him. They quickly gathered together, stretched, and shifted shape.

He could vaguely make out the figure of a petite woman emerging from them.

She wore a white clerical robe and stood about 1.6 meters tall. She had golden hair and blue eyes, delicate features, and held a book bearing a golden Sun Mark.

When she saw Colin's face, she paused. Then she drew a circle over her chest with her right hand, bowed her head slightly, and spoke in a gentle voice:

"I am Shana Heraka, a Holy Light Priest. You may call me Shana, Lord."

"Hello, Miss Shana. You can call me Lord or Colin; either is fine." As he spoke, Colin opened her personal information.

[Holy Light Priest: Shana Heraka.]

Identity: Holy Light Priest of the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun.

Description: A compassionate, gentle Holy Light Priest who brings healing.

Strength: Stage One.

Status: Hungry.

Satiety: 22 (1–20: Extreme Hunger, 21–40: Hungry, 41–60: Average, 61–80: Full, 81–100: Completely Satisfied)

Strength: 2.9 (Normal humans have 1 point)

Endurance: 2.3 (Normal humans have 1 point)

Stamina: 2.1 (Normal humans have 1 point)

Spirit: 1.8 (Normal mages have 1 point)

Intelligence: 1.5 (Magic bonus; unrelated to what is generally understood as intelligence.)

Mana: 500/500.

Skills: "Robust Body," "Meteor Hammer," "Sweep Kick," "Straight Punch," "Abdominal Strike," "Knockback Judgment Enhancement," "Cripple Strike," "Blessing of Courage," "Holy Light Healing."

"Hm??? Miss Shana, your stat distribution and skills seem a little off."

Colin glanced at the slender, seemingly delicate, blue-eyed blonde girl and couldn't help commenting.

The skills were listed from strongest to weakest. In other words, this girl was much more formidable at beating people up than healing them.

And though he couldn't see his own status screen, Colin guessed that even with Hunting Moment activated, he might not be stronger than her.

Of course, he didn't say that out loud. He was worried she'd unleash a combo on him.

Colin noticed that the four corners of the thick, leather-bound book—probably a religious text—were fitted with iron studs.

In a way, the girl before him was the most unusual of all Special Talents.

"Esteemed Lord, do you need my help? Though my 'Holy Light Healing' isn't all that good," Shana asked gently.

"No, no need—wait, yes, I do."

Colin had been distracted by her status screen and answered without thinking. But he soon realized from her expression that she meant his injured subordinates, so he quickly corrected himself.

"Praise your mercy." Shana walked over to one of the more seriously injured servants and raised the Bible in her hands.

Looking at the wounded people, a trace of pity appeared in her eyes.

"Be careful. Don't heal him to death," Colin said without thinking.

"What did you say?" White light appeared from Shana's Bible. She turned her head at Colin's words.

"Ahem, nothing. I said I'd get you some food in a bit." Colin coughed twice and changed the subject.

I'm pretty sure that wasn't what you just said. Shana blinked. She had been concentrating on casting "Holy Light Healing" and hadn't heard him clearly.

She didn't think much of it, though, and focused on her spell.

Pure white light spilled from the Bible in her hands. As it shone on them, all the wounded felt their pain ease.

Even those who weren't injured felt a sense of calm and found their breathing slowing.

"You're practically a divine emissary!" the servants said gratefully.

"It's what I should do." Shana, the Holy Light Priest, smiled. She didn't seem to have received much praise in her life, and it clearly pleased her.

"Have something to eat. Once you're done, you can get going—uh, I mean, you'll be ready to move."

Colin brought over a bowl of meat porridge.

At the fragrant smell, Shana's eyes brightened. She really was hungry.

But just as she reached out, she seemed to remember something and pulled her hand back like a startled rabbit. She swallowed, lowered her sapphire-blue eyes to her toes, and said softly:

"This... this has meat in it. This kind of food must be very important. It can save lives. If you give it to the wounded, it might even help them endure their pain and pull through.

"Please save it. Don't waste it on me. I... I can eat something else. Even though I was summoned here, I remember that I still have a little food.

"Um, I vaguely remember that I've got some grass roots I dug up earlier tucked into my Bible. They can keep me going for a day—or even two..."

Though she couldn't remember her past, she knew exactly what these people needed now: food, especially something this nutritious.

At a critical moment, a bowl of meat porridge could really save someone. It could give them a chance to live!

Those whom the Holy Light couldn't save—it could.

A strange emotion welled up inside Shana, as if she could see starving corpses lying beneath the Holy Light.

This shouldn't be wasted on her.

As she spoke, Shana opened the Bible with the metal studs in its corners. Inside were some unfamiliar dried grasses.

What kind of life did you have before this? Colin opened his mouth, suddenly feeling sorry for her.

But he didn't slow down. He snatched up the handful of dried grass first and tossed it straight into his Inventory. Then, before she could speak, he said, "Listen, I'm not making a special exception for you. If you don't keep yourself fed, you'll become a burden to everyone in this group."

As he spoke, Colin tried to take her hand and pass her the bowl. Then he found he couldn't pull her arm at all, so he quietly let go.

Seeing that Shana still wanted to say something, Colin continued, "Don't worry. I have plenty of food—enough to last a long time."

"That's right! Lord is incredibly kind. He just gave everyone meat porridge."

"Exactly!"

After everyone urged her, Shana hesitated. "Really? You might not know this, but food—especially this kind of food—is very important."

"Don't worry." Colin casually took more than a dozen loaves of bread from his Inventory and carried them in his clothes.

This time, Shana finally believed him. She accepted the bowl of porridge. "May the sun bless you, Lord Colin."

[Holy Light Priest Shana Heraka's loyalty to you has increased by 10%. Current loyalty: 60%.]

The system's voice appeared in Colin's mind.