Chapter 581: I will not discriminate who I heal
We were at war.
There was no debate about it, no question. The only true ‘question’ was whether Exterreri even continued to reasonably exist. The potential collapse of enough aspects of government and communication could have erased the realities of the nation.
Everyone was at war, with some Classers seemingly hellbent on extermination, while others fought to protect people. Some fought for love, some for hate, and many hid. I found, in the moment, that I didn’t care too much about the motives, simply what was in front of me. People needed my help. They wanted healing. I could provide it.
I took a fairly hard line towards people trying to kill me, or the people under my protection. I knew my interpretation of my [Oath] was one of the harshest when it came to that aspect. I was no bleeding heart, I didn’t have a whole lot of sympathy for hardened killers attacking other people.
Zoomed out, on a scale? It was no contest. I wasn’t going to hold civilians accountable for a soldier’s actions. I wasn’t going to hold it against a Classer’s family what the Classer did.
Ciriel said people needed help? People praying to the Goddess of Healing enough that she asked me to intervene? It was no question. I was going to help, even if they were going to pick up a knife and try to stick the pointy end inside me tomorrow.
“Cat’s got your tongue?” Iona asked, prodding deeper with her question.
I flipped over to the positive aspects. I could help Ciriel! I had an honest-to-goodness divine mission! How many people could say they’d gotten one of those?
“I think I’ve got my first divine mission of mercy.” I said with a note of wonder. Iona’s face lit up like a child getting to play with the Mirage element for the first time. I knew what it meant to her, how much of her life she devoted to the goddesses, and once again she could share that with me. “I wonder if helping out will level your [Paladin] class.”