TFSAWE - Chapter 240: Heal (Patreon)

Chapter 240 - Heal

"There, that herb has a hemostatic effect," murmured Iris cautiously towards the knight who was examining the wound on her arm. He looked at his herbal-savvy comrade with an inquisitive gaze, silently questioning the veracity of Iris's words.

"You're right, Lady Iris. Flowers can be toxic, so we discard them and use only the leaves to staunch the bleeding, although it may sting a little," replied the fellow knight, expressing gratitude with a respectful nod as he plucked the leaves and gently applied them with his hand. Iris quietly observed his actions.

The temple knights possessed powers akin to deities. However, they did not use their powers to heal their own wounds. Instead, when they felt even the slightest improvement, they bestowed their powers upon the reclining Latvan.

"Latvan, you say..."

Though she had never heard the name before, strangely, it didn't sound entirely unfamiliar, as if it had lingered on the lips of people in bustling towns she had visited.

"If it's Latvan, he should be able to handle the Heksa."

The leader of the temple knights, renowned for vanquishing formidable demons in the past. To think that the man lying there, poisoned by venom, was such an extraordinary person.

When Iris asked why such an exceptional individual and the temple knights had come to this place, they responded with an awkward expression, "Do you truly not know?"

As Iris cast her eyes about, one of the knights who had been observing Latvan approached her and asked, "Might you be able to use your powers once more?"

They treated Iris with great caution.

The fact that she had healed Latvan had shattered their guard, and when Iris accidentally mentioned her name, they startled, lowering their heads as if in a sudden shock.

"Iris?" they murmured with surprise.

"It's undoubtedly a divine guidance for the resurrection of our leader. We never expected to encounter a new saint in a place like this."

Upon hearing those words, Iris leaped up in alarm.

"N-No, that's not me! I'm certainly not a saint. It's unthinkable!"

"Nevertheless, you are undoubtedly..."

Thus spoke, but they were perplexed as to how to treat Iris. First, they were unsure how to receive the new saint, whether they, branded as traitors by the previous one, could easily approach Iris... Everything was troubling.

In the end, the Temple Knights decided to follow Latvan's decision. It didn't take long for Latvan to make that decision. Although it was a short period of time, much of the venom had disappeared thanks to Iris's healing.

Reluctantly, Iris hesitated and murmured in a low voice.

"I'll try. But it might not work. I'm not really a saint. My power appears and disappears."

As I couldn't use my power, I couldn't help but recall the gaze of the village chief. Cold sweat ran down my back.

The first time I used my power was when I went to the big village to sell herbs and saw people being attacked by Heksa. When I saw people dying and realized I couldn't do anything to help, a powerful force emerged. And just a little while ago, when I healed Latvan, I had the same thought. I wish this person would be okay.

"I can do it.."

Carefully, Iris approached Latvan and placed her hand on his still venomous hand, focusing her mind.

[Thunk!]

As Iris closed her eyes, the power began to intertwine rapidly. The power seemed to understand what I needed to do as it wrapped around Latvan's injured hand.

"Ugh.."

Iris groaned and asked. Sweat poured down as her consciousness faded. The power seemed to quickly erase the poison, but the wounds and the surrounding venom did not disappear easily. Iris concentrated even more on maintaining her power. It was so intense that she felt as if her life force was draining away.

"Did the saint go through this every day?"

Suddenly, that thought crossed her mind. How difficult must it have been, she wondered.

While Iris was having such thoughts, Latvan, who had been lying down, began to twitch his eyelids slightly. Soon, a faint sound came out of his mouth. Seeing this, the Temple Knights embraced each other and patted their shoulders. Their leader had finally returned from the brink of death.

Hearing the cheers of the knights, Iris looked at Latvan. He slowly opened his eyes. His eyes, still unfocused, turned towards her and murmured.

"Lina.."

At that moment, Latvan let out a soft laugh. Staring blankly at that sight, Iris felt like she had seen such an expression before.

"When was it? Surely!"

Aslan had made her food and called her Lina, and he had the same smile. Warm and gentle. It made her fingertips tingle.

Soon, Latvan's pupils began to gradually sharpen. Then his face quickly lost its smile. Startled, he pushed away Iris's hand and asked.

"Who are you?"

As Iris was about to answer, a sudden gust of wind blew. Everyone was startled and looked up, and then a powerful voice, as if it could crush them all, resounded from the sky.

"What the hell. Why is that black bastard here?"

It was Aslan.

"But why are you here alone?"

His red eyes flickered with anger as he searched for his mate.