143: D51.Nun_2 143: D51.Nun_2 However, her resilient Constitution kept her movents steady as she consistently deepened the grave.
Originally, the village chief did not want her to help with this kind of work, but the village truly needed manpower at the mont, and they couldn’t withstand the Hero’s stubborn gaze, so they ended up handing her the shovel.
“Child, although you didn’t deliver the ssage in ti, we are already grateful that you could help heal the injured.
You don’t have to bla yourself.”
The village chief said with a bitter smile.
“After all, it is because our defenses were too lax…
ah, we can’t bla you for this.”
Beside him, the Militia Captain hung his head in sha.
No one recognized that the Hero was actually the Serpent Queen of the Woodlands who had scared off the goblins yesterday, but she still felt she should help a bit more.
After digging several graves, the Hero had no choice but to activate the Magic Power within her body to alleviate her fatigue, and the Stigmata of the Martial Monk on her calf shimred faintly, as if acknowledging the girl’s actions.
“That Stigmata, are you also with the Church?”
Hearing this, the Hero looked up.
The Battle Nun was crouching down, looking over at the Hero in the pit.
She leapt down nimbly, holding a shovel in her hand too.
“If you help like this in every place attacked by Magic Creatures, you won’t have much of a life left.♛
”Was it you who killed the Goblin Fighter?
Are you blaming yourself for not arriving in ti?”
D2=d2(1)=1
”It seems that you are also a Martial Monk…
Is it really you?”
After a glance at the Stigmata on the Hero’s leg, the Battle Nun nodded in understanding.
“However, if you help like this in every place attacked by Magic Creatures, you won’t have much of a life left.”
She effortlessly stuck the shovel into the ground and deftly lifted a large clod of earth with a flick, then precisely tossed it up, throwing it onto the mound above.
The Hero watched her curiously, wondering why the simple Nun had co to talk to her, mute as she was.
“It seems like you can’t talk, right?
Just listening is fine.
“It’s nothing, just that seeing you reminds of my forr self.”
The Battle Nun smiled.
“Attacks by Magic Creatures can happen anyti, anywhere, and even the strongest can’t prevent all the tragedies in the world.
“Like you, after the fight is over, I still think about doing minor things to help, as if to make up for my late arrival, regretting why I did not arrive earlier, or even before the Magic Creatures appeared.
“Even though this is impossible…
no, maybe the Saintess could do it.”
The Battle Nun said this as she threw another shovel of dirt.
“But in reality, what could be achieved even if we did?
There’s only one Saintess, and she only has as much ti in a day as us, she can’t stay awake endlessly to warn everyone on how to avoid the misfortunes of life, nor does she have the obligation to.
“The ti of the strong should be spent honing themselves, preparing for true disaster, not digging pits for the dead here.”
Despite saying this, the Battle Nun didn’t cease her work, continuously shoveling.
The Hero listened in silence and continued to dig as well.
“Those who are protected, those who are still alive, they also need to get back on their feet and continue on.
The help we are offering only shortens their ti for grieving.
“The Church doesn’t believe in gods because no one can always be protected, nor can anyone always protect others.
“After all, if this small deed can’t be done, then one can hardly be called a god.”
The Battle Nun stopped her movents, and the Hero looked up as well.
The orange-red afterglow of the setting sun cast across their faces.
The Hero had tangled with the Sli King early in the morning, rushed back to the village, healed the villagers, and by then, it was almost noon.
Then, she spent the afternoon digging pits with the Battle Nun.
And as the season neared winter, the ti of sunset was much earlier.
Now, as the sun set, the color of the sky was approaching evening.
Most of the graves had been dug, and the voices of other villagers calling out were not far away.
“Alright, let’s end this idle chat, as my companions are almost ready with the ritual preparations.”
The Battle Nun leapt out of the pit lightly and tossed the shovel aside.
“Although there aren’t any rumors of illegal Necromancers nearby, Undead can sotis arise spontaneously, so the Soul-soothing ritual before the burial is still necessary.
“Even though the Soul-soothing ritual is one of the main activities of the Church, sotis I think cremation might be better.”
She turned around and reached out a hand to the Hero.
“Co on up, we will preside over the funerary ceremony.”
1.
It’s ti for the child to go ho♛
2.
You can also learn a thing or two
D2=d2(1)=1
”As for you, you’re not from this village, are you?”
The Battle Nun pulled the Hero out of the pit, then patted her on the shoulder and smiled.
“We will report what happened here truthfully, you rest a bit, have sothing to eat and then head straight ho.
“It’s ti for a child to rest.”
→☆→☆→☆→✧←★←★←★←
[The Hero’s actions have started to give her a certain level of renown in the vicinity]
[The fa of the young Hero begins to spread]
[Reputation system activated (50 earn certain Experience, 80 earn a regional title)]
[The Hero’s Reputation]
[Her hotown village: Daughter of Noble 30]
D50 30=d50(15) 30=45
[The city she grew up in: Daughter of Viscount 10]
D30 10=d30(10) 10=20
[Lake Shore town: Holy Sword ceremony 15, Goblin incident 20, Village Chief’s son 5]
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