I’m Not a Saint, Not a Priest, Just a Healer

Others might not know, but Yona at least knows what this demon is.
Dullahan.
The headless knight.
The knight that heralds death.
The knight of death, wearing steel armor, tucking its severed head under its arm and wielding a greatsword.
That Dullahan has now revealed itself before her eyes.
“Du, Du… Dullahan…”
Whether Yona muttered this or not, the Dullahan let out a great roar as soon as it emerged from the coffin.
At that thunderous roar, unbearable to human ears, the subjugation team crouched down, covering their ears.
The Dullahan was as heavy as its size, and with each step, it felt like it was shaking the earth continuously.
Despite having a subjugation team of fifty people and seven priests, it instills fear in the observers, making them wonder if they can really subdue this demon.
‘Sh, shit… That thing, that thing is supposed to be a mob…?’
In the web novels and other media she had read in her original world, weren’t Dullahans mostly at the level of mob characters?
Just the role of appearing and then being cut in half and disappearing when the strengthened protagonist swings their sword with a “hmm”.
But this Dullahan, clearly five or six times taller than a person at a glance, boasted an overwhelmingly imposing presence.

Whoosh—!
With each swing of the greatsword, screams rang out and blood spurted.
The knights, being high-ranking personnel and as well-trained as they were, were managing to either dodge the Dullahan’s greatsword swings or block them with shields, but the adventurers were busy fleeing with screams.
Screams filled the third floor of the catacomb.
The Dullahan was rampaging as if it had found its own world, but right now, both the adventurers and even the knights were barely managing to block the Dullahan’s attacks, let alone dare to attack the Dullahan itself.
The difference in weight class.
It was very serious.

Groooo…
Black circles appeared here and there.
Terrifying demonic beasts with flesh constantly melting off were appearing from these circles, and these creatures charged at the subjugation team with their mouths wide open.
“G-Ghouls!”
Ghouls, rotting corpses with a blind hatred for the living.
These creatures, appearing along with the Dullahan, were steadily increasing in number, and while the subjugation team initially took a defensive stance against the ghouls, they would soon be overwhelmed when the Dullahan started crushing them.
“Protect the priests, protect the priests!”
The subjugation team leader shouted loudly.
In one corner, surrounded by five or six knights as if guarding them, the priests were gathered, each firmly grasping their rosaries and reciting prayers.

Graaaah!
A roar erupted from the head tucked under the Dullahan’s arm.
White light continuously burst forth from above the Dullahan’s headless neck, pushing back against the intense demonic energy, but that alone was not enough to impede the Dullahan’s movements.
It was chaos.
The adventurers were barely managing to fight back against the ghouls without even receiving proper commands on what to do, and Yona too was sticking behind Alec, moving with him and facing the ghouls.
Kairoc smashed the head of one ghoul with his hammer.
Another ghoul lunged at Kairoc’s exposed side as he swung his two-handed hammer.
“Where do you think you’re going!”
Alec, who had knocked away that ghoul’s head with his shield, again brought down his hammer on the head of the ghoul in front.
Meanwhile, a ghoul that had rushed in from the side bit into Alec’s upper arm.
“You bastard!”
Yona’s shield, which she had on her left arm, came down on the ghoul’s head.
The ghoul that had been biting into Alec’s upper arm had its head fly off, its mouth detaching, and soon bright red blood began to flow.
Yona’s hand immediately covered the wound.
“Hey, are you okay?”
“…I’m fine.”
He probably isn’t fine.
Alec answered with gritted teeth, but Yona didn’t say anything.
When Yona removed her hand again, the wound from the ghoul’s bite had cleanly healed.
“Be careful.”
“Yeah.”
A relationship where words of thanks aren’t necessary.
Yona went back behind Alec again and placed her hand on his shoulder.

And then—
“Come here!”
Yona was suddenly pulled by her arm.
The champion was pulling her arm.
“L-Let go of this.”
For the first time, Rud frowned at Yona, who was resisting even in this situation.
“Don’t we need to kill that demon!”
It was Yona who couldn’t understand.
She was a healer, and even if the champion asked her to come along, if she wanted to heal him, she should be moving behind him.
They jokingly say that a bronze-rank healer is equivalent to a silver-rank warrior, but that’s just because they’re rare, not because their skills are actually equivalent.
Let alone moving together while keeping up with the movements of Rud, who is gold-rank?
It’s absurd.
She might be able to cover up to Kairoc’s level, that is, silver-rank, but anything beyond that is impossible.
“No, why me…!”
I’m not in a situation where I should follow you.
Yona reached out her hand towards Alec.
Alec also reached out to Yona, but they couldn’t reach each other.
“Rudvik, you should go with me.”
Unexpectedly, Bigrind intervened.
As Bigrind appeared, Yona forcefully shook off Rud’s loosened hand and glared at him before returning to Alec.
“…My place is here, so go with that priest and do something. Leave the ghouls to us.”
Facing the demon, what presumptuous words.
Yona stroked Alec’s head.
Alec’s bald head, which had already gathered several scratches, immediately healed as Yona’s hand brushed over it.
The Dullahan’s target was now no longer the subjugation team but the priests.
The Dullahan had realized that it was not these insignificant warriors but the priests who could actually harm it, so it judged that it would be much better to deal with the priests first.
But among the priests was Eije.
Eije, who had lived as an adventurer for a long time while being a priest and had risen to bronze-rank, was quick to make such judgments.
Even without her, there were still six priests.
With Bigrind as well, there should be enough holy power.
Eije left the group of priests and ran around, bestowing blessings on individual weapons.
The adventurers, nearly half of whom had already died, now numbered only about seventeen, but surprisingly, not a single knight had been lost, so twenty military personnel remained intact.
By bestowing blessings on each of their weapons, it was as if the number of those with holy power had increased by that much.
“Mages, deal with the ghouls! Don’t spare your mana, pour it out!”
The subjugation team leader took command at the front.
They should have done this from the start, but when facing a demon directly, it’s not easy to do so.
It’s quite remarkable that they’ve managed to gather their wits even this late.
Even without holy power imbued, there are no mages with skills powerful enough to burn away demonic energy with magic itself.
Still, their magic is sufficient to deal with ghouls, so it’s better to have the mages here deal with the ghouls.
“You five from there, keep protecting the priests. The rest, spread out in a circular formation, and adventurers, spread out and support each knight. Protect the mages too. And you, the gold-rank over there, move separately with Priestess Bigrind. Any problems?”
It’s better to move than to answer the subjugation team leader’s words.
Those who received instructions quickly scattered.
The Dullahan’s greatsword flew in all directions, rampaging as if it would bring down the interior of the catacomb at any moment.
And even its movements and footsteps are threatening, so warriors will lose their lives with a moment’s misjudgment.
“Shit, we got paid so we have to work! Move quickly! Work as much as you got paid!”
Kairoc shouted loudly.
“We haven’t been paid yet, you lizard bastard!”
At someone’s retort, the adventurers moved quickly while snickering.
The adventurers, scattered following the knights who are called walking forces, each performed their assigned roles.
The knights deflected the Dullahan’s attacks with tower shields and continuously hammered at the Dullahan’s armor with blessed longswords.
No matter how protected it is by demonic energy, our weapons are also blessed, so it’s worth a try.
The adventurers also hammered at the Dullahan’s armor, but their main duty was closer to protecting the knights.
Ghouls kept appearing. It seems like they’ve killed dozens already, but no matter how many they kill, ghouls endlessly appear and attack.
The Dullahan was still going strong.
The blessing is not permanent, so the white light that had dwelled in the weapons had already faded considerably, and there were more times when attacks didn’t seem to be effective.
“Do you have a plan?”
“…I do.”
Rud nodded at Bigrind’s words.
His weapon was a spear, not the one he originally used, but a light spear he received along with the revelation as a champion.
A weapon that is a blessing itself, not needing a separate blessing.
Rud turned his head slightly to look at Bigrind.
“It seems we’ll have to engage in close combat inevitably. I’ll be counting on your healing.”
“…Alright.”
Bigrind nodded.
Surprised for a moment at the sight of Rud pulling out a spear from thin air, she just watched his retreating back as he moved away.
‘…I don’t know why he only looks for Yona, but I should make him realize that I’m better than Yona.’
The saint is me, this very person.
She wanted to make that known.
Rud charged in, gripping the light spear.
The Dullahan, sensing that the approaching Rud was no ordinary opponent, raised its greatsword and swung.
The spear blade smoothly wrapped around the greatsword flying towards him.
The spear blade tilted the edge of the greatsword diagonally and pushed it upwards.
Although Rud was of sturdy build, he was no match for the Dullahan, yet the trajectory slid upwards as if gliding along the spear’s flexibility.
Rud stood on the flat blade of the greatsword that had been laid flat.
As soon as he stood up, Rud, maintaining that momentum, kicked off the greatsword and dashed forward, stepping on the Dullahan’s wrist holding the greatsword, then running up its lower and upper arm armor, and leaped onto its chest plate.
“A headless bastard’s weak point is indeed the cut surface.”
Rud smiled as he raised his spear.
The smooth cut surface of the neck with nothing there was clearly exposed.
The white light flickered more intensely from the raised spear.
Glancing to the side, Rud’s view caught Bigrind holding her rosary towards him.
She must have added holy power to the light spear.
‘Not bad.’
Without hesitation, Rud brought down the spear.

Thunk.
There was quite a fierce resistance, but it couldn’t stop the light spear.
The spear deeply pierced the cut surface of the Dullahan’s neck, and the Dullahan, feeling the holiness invading its body of demonic energy with tremendous force, twisted its body.

Graa, graaaah! Graaaaaah!
It swung the greatsword in its hand randomly, and with its other hand, it kept swiping to grab Rud who was attached to its neck.
But Rud, who had planted the spear, skillfully dodged those hands.
At that moment, when the Dullahan was swinging its greatsword randomly—
The blind greatsword swung towards Alec.

Clang!
Along with the metallic sound of hitting the shield, blood splattered.
“—Alec!”
Yona’s scream rang out at the same time,
and she rushed in like lightning and wrapped her arms around Alec’s waist.
Blood gushed out from Alec’s deeply cut waist, and holy power burst forth frantically from Yona’s right hand.
“Hey, hey…! You bald bastard, don’t die! Don’t you dare die!”
Perhaps because the blood was draining rapidly, Alec’s face turned pale in an instant.
Alec, with blood flowing from his mouth as well, lay down and looked at Yona.
“I-I’m not dying… you damn woman… Not before I get to knead your br-breasts…”
“Y-Yeah, I’ll let you knead them as much as you want, so don’t die, you promised!”
Yona kept kneading Alec’s waist, trying to stop the bleeding somehow.
But with her power, it’s difficult to heal such a deep cut wound.
The shadow of death was heavily cast over Alec’s face.
Yona knew this too, but she couldn’t stop it.
The limit.
Her limit.
The limit that she, even as a healer, could not overcome.
Deep despair engulfed her as she faced this limit.
“Don’t die… Don’t die, Alec… Don’t die…”
“I-I’m not dy… cough not dying… Not until I knead your br-breasts…”
But the shadow of death was growing darker.
Alec’s breathing was becoming more and more faint.
And Yona’s voice was becoming more and more desperate.