421,

One hour ago.

"I'm sorry, you just arrived here, you should have rested a bit..."

"It's alright."

The priest in front hurried forward, followed by the blue-haired girl who also quickened her pace.

"The Dragon Festival is only the second day, I really don't know what those people are thinking!"

"Are you referring to... the heretics?"

"Yes, you must be careful too. Even though you are in the main city of the Water Temple, you still need to be cautious. Try to avoid going into small streets and alleys as much as possible. Those people are not normal."

"Understood."

The priest pushed open the gate, leading the girl into a huge hall.

"This?!"

The girl was stunned by the scene in front of her.

"Don't think too much, it's not like this usually, just today..."

Suddenly, a nun approached.

"Priest Beirut, this way!"

After nodding, Priest Beirut turned to the girl.

"Sister Hilmirya, besides basic healing magic, do you have some medical skills as well?"

"Yes."

"Good! The situation is urgent... You, you and you, from now on, listen to Sister Hilmirya's orders and try to help more of the injured."

"Understood." x3

Priest Beirut hastily arranged personnel to assist Sister Hilmirya.

"Sister Hilmirya, this way please."

Three apprentice nuns led the way for Hilmirya. Before leaving, Hilmirya looked back at Priest Beirut.

"I will do my best."

"I'm counting on you."

In this hall, there were a large number of injured people.

After passing through one injured person after another, Hilmirya suddenly stopped in the middle.

"Sister, what's over there?"

To Hilmirya's question, the apprentice nuns seemed somewhat hesitant.

Looking at the surroundings, Hilmirya said, "It seems that the injured have already been separated according to their injuries, but why..."

Hilmirya looked back to where she had just been.

"Why are the injured there..."

Noticing something out of place, Hilmirya looked back at the apprentice nuns.

"Because...?"

From their expressions, Hilmirya roughly guessed the answer.

"The ones there... are heretics, right?"

"Y-yes..."

"Sigh~"

Hilmirya sighed.

"There's really no need for this. In the temple of the Water Goddess, are we going to abandon those in need?"

"But?!"

Hilmirya pressed her index finger against the mouth of the apprentice nun.

"No 'buts'~"

Rolling up her sleeves, Hilmirya walked towards the heretics.

However, as she approached, she felt an inexplicable sense of hostility.

Ignoring it, Hilmirya quickly examined each injured person.

"Do we have the stickers?"

"We do."

The stickers Hilmirya mentioned are tools used to quickly identify the severity of a person's injuries. Yellow represents minor injuries that can be treated later. Red indicates serious injuries that require immediate attention. And black, the final color, indicates there is no hope and treatment should be discontinued. Although Hilmirya had never tried using a black sticker on an injured person, she felt it was best not to use such stickers.

Taking the sticker handed to her by the novice nun, Hilmirya immediately applied it to the first victim.

However, the man in front of her backed away.

As if avoiding it, rejecting the helping hand that Hilmirya extended.

"I don't need your kind!?"

But without waiting for the man's explanation, Hilmirya directly punched him in the head with her hand of rescue.

The old Hilmirya would not have done this.

She had always been very obedient, always very introverted, but now, Hilmirya had changed.

She was no longer who she was a year ago, after meeting that person, Hilmirya was determined to change herself.

"No more talking, it's not your turn to speak now."

"What?!"

Another punch.

"What the heck?!"

"Hey! You!!"

This punch made all the victims in the vicinity glare at Hilmirya.

Some stood up, some reached out behind.

But Hilmirya was not afraid at all, just like that person from that day, staring straight ahead.