Ch. 20 - Child of Asclepia
I cleared my throat and straightened my posture.
“Well then, Miss Annette. Could you show me the room that the previous healers used?”
“Sure, but there’s nothing there, you know?”
I chuckled at her unfunny joke.
“Surely that can’t be the case. They must have kept various things.”
“Really? I haven't seen anything, though…”
“Do you mean because they left the clan?”
“No, that has nothing to do with it. Is there a problem?”
I fell silent.
Annette might be competent as an adventurer, but when it came to healers… she clearly knew nothing.
“When a healer runs out of divine power inside the dungeon, what do you do?”
“Well, in that case, they’d drink holy water.”
“Holy water? What on earth would that accomplish?! You’d be better off drinking sugar water! …Forgive me.”
My irritation slipped out, but I quickly masked it with a cough and composed myself.
“Indeed, holy water is convenient,” I said, my voice calmer. “It can be used for wards or to banish spirits. And yes, drinking it will restore some divine power. But if you intend to cast a proper spell on that recovery alone, you’d have to drink about a whole bathtub of it…”
“Eh? R-really?”
I was growing tired of explaining.
“That stuff is for washing your body or used as everyday drinking water…”
Annette’s eyes flew wide.
“You drink holy water!? No way! Are you secretly filthy rich!?”
“Even a quack healer could make that stuff easily.”
Making holy water was the most basic of basics, no special talent required. Even I, fresh as I was, could do it without effort.
“B-but… our healers couldn’t make any.”
“Priests and healers both receive the blessing of Mother Asclepia. She may be stingy, but she isn’t shameless. As long as you keep up your daily prayers, that much is granted…”
This conversation was dragging.
“Standing here isn’t ideal. Do you have a proper place where we can sit and talk?”
We were still in the entrance hall.
“A-ah, s-sorry! The salon is over the—”
“Somewhere we can discuss work, if you please.”
I let out a weary sigh.