Future Knight

Chapter 101

Priestess Zikyon

During the heat of battle.

Zikyon, her face veiled, was healing the wounded soldiers at a field hospital.

That was all she could do at the moment.

Of course, the life or death of the soldiers didn’t matter much to her.

She simply found it boring to sit alone in her tent while everyone else was busy.

“Argh! Kill me! Just kill me! Please!”

A young soldier, whose back had been completely burned by the Phoenix’s attack, writhed in pain.

The cleric tending to him shook his head in despair.

“It’s hopeless… No matter how much I heal, the wounds don’t recover. Have I lacked faith all this time? Oh, Pioneer, please grant this man your grace…”

While the cleric lamented his lack of faith, Zikyon approached.

“Hey! Stop talking nonsense and move aside.”

Thud!

Zikyon kicked the wailing cleric aside and used dragon language magic to heal the wounded soldier.

“New flesh, grow.”

As a bright light emanated from Zikyon’s hand, the soldier’s back, which had been charred and melting, quickly healed back to its original state.

The soldier, who had been writhing in agony as if he were about to die, began to feel the pain vanish as if it had been a lie. He began to touch his back in astonishment. Then, he was shocked.

“H-how? How is this possible?”

The young soldier couldn’t believe it.

The back, which had been excruciatingly painful, was now smooth like a baby’s skin.

Both the patient and the cleric, who had been kicked away by Zikyon, were stunned. This healing power was something even the archbishop of the Pioneer religion couldn’t imitate.

“Th-this is… impossible.”

Ignoring their amazement, Zikyon moved on to the next patient.

“My leg! My leg!”

He was clutching his severed leg, crying out in agony.

Zikyon stepped on his stomach and snatched the leg from his hands. The soldier desperately tried to retrieve his leg.

“Give me back my leg! My leg! What are you going to do with it?”

Zikyon struck his head with the severed leg and said.

Thud!

“If you keep acting crazy, I won’t reattach it.”

“Huh? You, you’ll reattach it? My leg?”

“Yes.”

Hearing that his leg would be reattached, the soldier, who had been in a frenzy, quickly quieted down and clung to Zikyon with a desperate hope.

“I’ll stay still! Please reattach my leg!”

“Just stay still.”

“Yes? Yes! I’m ready!”

The soldier, without being asked, bit down on a dagger hilt and closed his eyes tightly.

Zikyon squatted in front of his severed leg and began to untie the tourniquet that had been tied tightly to stop the bleeding. A woman in white, tending to the bloodied patients, shouted in shock.

“Hey! You can’t untie that!”

However, Zikyon ignored the woman’s cries and untied the tourniquet.

Blood started gushing out from his leg.

The amount of bleeding was so immense that he would have died in an instant if it wasn’t stopped quickly.

Seeing the soldier’s condition, the woman in white rushed over to pull Zikyon away from the patient.

“What are you doing? Move aside now!”

“Why don’t you move?”

Zikyon, annoyed, lightly pushed the woman away. She fell backward, and Zikyon placed the severed leg against the bleeding soldier’s thigh.

“Attach.”

As soon as she spoke, a warm light enveloped the soldier’s severed leg. When the glowing light disappeared.

The soldier’s leg was perfectly reattached.

The soldier, who had lost his leg, touched the reattached limb in disbelief.

“My leg… My leg is really attached… My leg is really attached!”

His face was filled with joy.

The soldier, who had thought it better to die honorably than to live as a cripple, had been given another chance in his bleak life.

He bowed at Zikyon’s feet.

“Thank you! Thank you so much! I will never forget this kindness!”

The man banged his forehead on the ground, expressing his gratitude to Zikyon.

His tear and snot-stained face became covered in dirt.

However, Zikyon didn’t care about his heartfelt gratitude.

“Then, I’ll be off.”

As Zikyon got up to treat other patients, a swarm of desperate, pitiful-looking patients surrounded her, all seeking her help.

“Please! Look at my arm!”

“Please! Help me here too!”

“Please save me!”

Seeing the flock of patients, Zikyon raised her right hand high and shouted loudly.

“Line up!”

* * *

The second day’s battle also ended in a draw.

The intense confrontation, where neither side could afford to yield, ultimately ended with enormous sacrifices but no decisive outcome.

“Ugh, persistent bastards! I’m fed up.”

“Tomorrow, for sure…”

Although they hadn’t achieved victory, they vowed to win the next day and slowly retreated.

Only the cold, lifeless bodies of their former friends and comrades were left on the battlefield where the living had departed.

Duke Sachsen, exhausted from a day-long fierce battle, dismounted from the Gigantes.

The state of Sachsen’s Agni told the tale of how hard he had fought. Not a single part of it was intact.

It wasn’t just that.

Not a single Gigantes deployed in today’s battle was unscathed.

They were all dented, broken, and charred, each one in a terrible state.

“If we had pushed just a bit more…”

Duke Sachsen was deeply regretful.

On the ground, the allied forces clearly overpowered the Green Elves.

But because of the Spirit King Phoenix, who rampaged freely in the sky, it ended in another draw.

No matter how hard Arteon fought, the power of the Spirit King was overwhelming.

“Sigh… But how do we get through tonight?”

Duke Sachsen sighed in resignation.

Exhausted to the bone, he now had to deal with the daunting task of fending off the imminent surprise attack from the Dark Elves that night.

How the allied forces handled this would be the key to victory in the battle the next day.

But preventing their terror was no easy feat.

Today’s battle, which had more casualties than the day before, had more injured than dead.

And they weren’t just any injured but those with severe burns.

All the work of Phoenix.

Dealing with the relentless terror of the Dark Elves while tending to the agonizing injured was no simple task.

Just taking care of those in pain was already stretching their manpower thin.

‘Sigh, tonight is going to be very worrisome…’

But Sachsen did not know yet.

That the priestess had descended upon the field hospital.

* * *

“Oh! Priestess!”

“It’s the priestess!”

“Grant us your grace, priestess…”

“Show us a miracle!”

Everyone knelt, hands clasped, praying to Zikyon.

Zikyon, who was being revered by the patients, had a face filled with gentleness and kindness, unlike her usual rough demeanor.

“Can you show me your wound?”

The beautiful voice of Zikyon, resonating like gentle ripples on a lake, made the severely injured soldier momentarily forget his pain and stare blankly at her beautiful face.

“If you stare at me like that, I’ll feel embarrassed…”

With a shy smile, Zikyon turned her head, and the soldier quickly came to his senses and showed her his wound.

“Well, it’s not much, but… Ugh!”

The soldier claimed it wasn’t a big deal, but the wound he showed was quite severe.

“To consider such a severe wound as not much, you’re indeed a brave man. But if you don’t hurry and treat a wound like this, it can be very dangerous. Now, stay still.”

Zikyon reached out to his wound and chanted a healing spell.

“Let the miracle of Pioneer manifest through my fingertips. Abracadabra!”

Uttering an absurd incantation, she healed his wound with dragon language magic.

The soldier’s wound healed instantly, just like the other miracles she had shown, without leaving a single scar.

Cheers erupted from all around.

“Wow!”

“It’s a miracle!”

“Priestess! Look here too!”

“Priestess!”

Even in a place where healing magic was common, severe wounds that threatened life required hours of healing even for skilled healers.

And it would have been normal for her to be exhausted from mana depletion.

The same was true for divine power.

However, G. Zikyon healed any wound within seconds, and even while healing hundreds of people, she showed no signs of fatigue.

Then people referred to her as the reincarnation of a saintess, and they were ecstatic about her miraculous abilities.

And for good reason, since, as far as they knew, only a saintess born with divine power possessed such healing abilities.

Thus, Zikyon suddenly found herself hailed as a saintess, and she felt pleased by the reverent gazes of humans she had not received in a long time, playing the role of a saintess that was never in her destiny.

But the amusement was brief.

As dusk settled and the battle ended, a tremendous number of wounded flooded into the field hospital.

They were all so critically injured that their lives were in danger if they weren’t treated immediately.

Losing limbs didn’t even qualify as a serious injury in their condition.

G. Zikyon looked at the incoming wounded and sighed.

‘What the! Now they’re swarming like dogs, damn it…’

The seemingly endless wave of wounded appeared to number in the tens of thousands at a glance.

With such numbers, even with her Ancient-grade Dragon healing powers, it was impossible to treat them all.

It was time to quietly disappear and stop playing around…

“Aaah! My eyes! My eyes!”

“I-I want to live, I want to go home…”

“Mother, mother…”

The endless stream of wounded turned the faces of the priests and healers working in the field hospital pale.

The field hospital, already overwhelmed from the first day’s battle, had no more space to accommodate them.

“We expected a lot of casualties, but not this many…”

Even the high priest of Pioneos, who was in charge of the field hospital, was stunned.

The number of incoming wounded far exceeded their expectations.

It was then.

Someone shouted loudly.

“It’s okay! We have the saintess with us!”

“That’s right! We have the saintess!”

“Waaaaa! Saintess!”

“Saintess!”

“Saintess!”

“Saintess!”

Suddenly, a woman with a bright smile called out the saintess’s name, and everyone began to chant for the saintess like fanatics, looking at G. Zikyon.