Volume 18 Chapter 12 Treatment
The day after meeting Lord Duran, Orson and Al were taken by Guildmaster Levy to visit the temple of the sun god Pyros.
Not only within the grounds, but also outside, a large crowd had gathered, almost as if it were a festival.
"That's a massive crowd, isn't it?"
"Yeah..."
Guildmaster Levy, Orson, Al, and their escort Reginald (Levy's mercenary) were led by a man who seemed to be a priest of the temple to what appeared to be a special seating area, separated by a cloth emblazoned with the sun god Pyros's emblem: a green square in the center of a white fabric with a yellow circle.
Next to them, well-dressed individuals who seemed to be associated with the temple were seated.
In front of Al and the others, there were 2 seats each, with Guildmaster Levy and Orson sitting in front, and Reginald and Al in the back.
"Is something going to happen soon? Isn't the treatment supposed to be right away?"
Al whispered to Reginald sitting next to him.
"You don't know? It seems there's a show to celebrate the sun god Pyros today. Around a month ago, temples not just in the capital but nearby were urging the faithful to come and see it. It's been a hot topic in the taverns down in town. Plus, you're invited to it. The treatment will be afterward."
I see.
When he came with Orson last week, he thought there was a lot of worshippers, but the priest he greeted didn't say anything about that.
Since he was busy learning spells in the capital, he might have just missed out on that information by not going to the tavern.
After a while, the talk began with important people such as temple masters, archbishops, and bishops.
He has a round black ball about the size of a fist, and when he speaks something into the ball, his voice seems to amplify and travel from several places in the temple.
It seems to be a magic tool that can amplify sound.
Al was curious to see how this magic tool worked.
The long story will end after a while.
Then, a man appeared in the square in front of the temple.
The man is probably around 30 years old.
He has a beautiful face and wears gorgeous clothes.
Actor? Or maybe a bard.
Like the great man he told the story, he also had a round black ball and recited the story.
It seemed like the storyteller of this show.
The story appeared to be about a wyvern as the main character.
That wyvern lived in the frontier, and its power greatly surpassed that of the surrounding magic beasts and barbarians.
Eventually, the arrogant wyvern resolved to become the sun.
The poet, who was the storyteller, took a breath, and at that moment, a giant wyvern appeared in the spacious square in front of the temple.
The believers were on the verge of panic.
However, with the calm narration of the poet, everyone remembered that this was a show and quickly regained their composure.
To Al, who was maintaining 'Magic Sense' in 'Stealth' mode, it was immediately clear that it was a statue created by some kind of magic.
The giant wyvern statue flapped its powerful wings and rose into the air.
Then, it headed straight for the sky.
A blue sky background was created, giving the impression that it was flying high up.
Although it lacked the impact compared to the real one Al had seen before, the statue was still quite impressive.
The wyvern flew higher and higher, approaching the sun.
However, the wyvern was awed by the greatness of the sun and let out a weak roar at the end.
After that, its wings lost strength and it fell to the ground.
It seems to be a parable that even a legendary magic beast called a wyvern cannot compete with the sun.
The believers watching the show, which was narrated with visuals, were excited and discussed how the sun, that is, the sun god Pyros, is indeed great.
Finally, the poet announced that the new temple of the sun god Pyros being constructed in the royal capital would soon be completed, and that a real wyvern specimen would be displayed at its entrance.
He concluded by explaining that it would be good to visit the new temple for worship if the opportunity arises.
"That's amazing... I want to go see it in the royal capital too."
Reginald, who was watching the show, murmured with a sigh.
Next to him, Al nodded in agreement.
The 'Illusion' spell was something his grandfather was good at, so Al had been practicing it since he was a child.
However, for Al, it would still be quite difficult to deploy an 'Illusion' of that size.
Even if he could, it would likely only consist of one element, like the sun or the wyvern.
As expected, this is a show organized by the temple of the sun god Pyros to gather believers.
People stood up and began to applaud.
Starting with Guildmaster Levy, Al and the others also stood up to applaud.
The applause continued for quite a while.
* * *
When the show ended, Al and the others were guided by a priest into a building deeper within the temple.
The building was also made of beautifully polished stone, and the hallway was so shiny that it could reflect their faces.
They were led to a somewhat spacious room on the first floor, which had a low, not very large table in the center.
Next to it, a man dressed in a luxurious white outfit with elaborate embroidery was waiting for Al and the others along with several priests.
"Guildmaster Levy, thank you for coming. Did you enjoy the show?"
"Your Excellency Archbishop Warren, thank you for the invitation. It was truly wonderful."
The man in the luxurious white outfit appeared to be the archbishop.
He was about 180 centimeters tall and quite slender.
He seemed to be in his late 40s.
There was quite a bit of white mixed in his hair.
Come to think of it, Al feels like he saw him speaking on stage before the show.
"This is all thanks to Guildmaster Levy for presenting the wyvern's specimen. I believe this will lead to more people in the Sylvester Kingdom recognizing the greatness of the sun god Pyros."
The man called Archbishop Warren said this while deeply bowing his head to Guildmaster Levy.
Being called an archbishop means he must hold quite a high position, yet he was smiling and not acting superior at all.
"So, are you the one Guildmaster Levy was talking about? I heard that you injured your leg and were unable to recover properly..."
Saying that, Archbishop Warren looked at Orson.
Orson, looking anxious about how to respond, glanced at Guildmaster Levy, Al, and the priests and clerics standing next to Archbishop Warren.
"It's okay. There's no need to be nervous. Just speak normally."
Archbishop Warren said with a smile.
"Uh, um... yes. My name is Orson. I was bitten pretty badly by a magic beast... um, the wound has closed, but... in the end, my ankle has become immobile..."
Orson seemed quite nervous, and his speech was rather shaky.
However, Archbishop Warren listened, nodding as if he understood.
"I see, understood. Let's take a closer look. Please take off your shoes and lie down there."
"O-okay!"
What Orson thought was a low table turned out to be for examination.
Cautiously, Orson sat down for a moment, took off his boots, and lay down.
Orson's left foot, which he had been cleaning repeatedly since last night in anticipation of treatment, looked cleaner than usual.
'Diagnosis'
'Investigation'
'Investigation'...
Archbishop Warren touched Orson's left foot and cast several spells.
Then, he spoke in a low voice with the priests and clerics around him.
"I apologize, but may I allow them to investigate your foot as well? They are still in the process of learning healing techniques."
Archbishop Warren asked Orson.
Of course, Orson replied that it was fine with him.
The priests and clerics began to gather around Orson's ankle and started casting spells.
After explaining various things to them, Archbishop Warren turned towards Guildmaster Levy and the others.
"I understand the general situation. The cause is the broken bones from the attack by the magic beast. That magic beast had a strong jaw, and the wounds were likely severe. The bleeding was so bad that it was probably only possible to perform 'Hemostasis.' As a result, the ankle had to be kept immobilized, and while waiting for recovery, the bones likely fused together and became immobile."
Warren the Archbishop was explaining this to Guildmaster Levy.
If that's the case, how will they treat it?
Al had seen simple injuries treated with 'Hemostasis' and 'Regeneration' spells, but he had never seen a spellbook for sale.
It seems that such spells are purchased by the temple and are not available to the general public.
"Is that boy a relative of Mr. Orson?"
Noticing Al, who was listening with great interest, Warren the Archbishop smiled warmly.
"Oh, no, I'm a companion he adventure with. I was just thinking about what these healing spells are like."
Al hurriedly replied.
"I see. If the injury had not completely fused the bones, it might have been possible to treat it simply with the 'Regeneration' spell. However, since the fusion has progressed this far, it cannot be easily treated. It will likely require the use of an anesthetic spell and a removal spell to take out the fused part of the bone, and then properly regenerate the bone with the 'Regeneration' spell. How to perform the procedure in such cases, as well as knowledge of the structure of the leg, is a valuable opportunity for priests and clerics to learn in detail."
So that's how it is.
Unlike simple injuries, it seems various spells are used with an awareness of the structure of the leg.
It doesn't seem that Orson's leg can be healed just by using a simple spell.
"The actual treatment will be done in a separate room. It will be a complex procedure, so you won't be able to observe it. However, please rest assured. The procedure itself is not dangerous, and it will likely be completed in about 2 hours, allowing you to walk home afterward."
Hearing that, Orson, who had been lying on the table, let out a surprised "Oh!" and clenched his fist.
He must be really happy.
He had been worried all night that he would be told that treatment was not possible.
"That's great, Orson!"
Guildmaster Levy also looked pleased.
He's really glad.
Al felt relieved as well.
He had been able to repay some of the debt to Orson, who had taught him various things about being an adventurer.
"Now, Guildmaster Levy and your companions will go to the break room, and Mr. Orson will come this way."
A woman who seemed to be a priest guided them, and Al and the others waited for Orson's treatment in the designated break room.
* * *
About 2 hours later, there was a knock on the break room door, and a man who seemed to be a priest peeked in.
"The treatment has been successfully completed. Mr. Orson will be here shortly."
At the priest's words, Al broke into a broad smile.
Guildmaster Levy and Reginald nodded vigorously, clearly pleased.
After a short wait, Orson arrived, assisted by another man who seemed to be a priest.
He was walking normally, not dragging his feet.
"Orson, congratulations! Yay!"
Al instinctively moved closer to Orson, wanting to hug him, but hesitated.
"Are you okay?"
He asked cautiously.
He was worried about whether hugging him would be okay.
Orson smirked.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
Al hugged Orson.
Orson almost lost his balance but managed to stay steady.
"I'm so glad!"
Al couldn't help but shout with joy.
"Mr. Orson has been moving around since the injury, right? He has good stamina, and the 'Regeneration' spell worked well."
Warren, who had been walking behind Orson, spoke with a smile.
He wasn't wearing the embroidered fine clothes but a pure white outfit.
Perhaps it was a surgical outfit.
"""Thank you very much."""
Guildmaster Levy, Al, and Orson all bowed their heads in unison.
"No, no, I'm glad the treatment went well. Well then, I'll take my leave here. You can use the waiting room for a while. May the blessings of the sun god Pyros be upon you all."
Archbishop Warren lightly bowed and left the waiting room.
The priests followed after him.
Only Al and the others were left in the waiting room.
"Woo... now I can walk normally! This is amazing. Thanks to you, Guildmaster Levy and Al. If you ever need anything, just let me know. Yahoo!"
In the end, Orson lightly jumped in a cheerful mood, almost falling but was supported by Reginald.
"Hehe, that's great. Now let's return to the mansion and have a celebratory feast."
Guildmaster Levy said happily.
Al nodded vigorously in agreement.
And with that, Volume 18 comes to a close.
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