NOVEL NEXT Chapter 1100: Healing The Victims
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The infirmary of the arena was full of the participants that ended being burned by the trio's tricks and magic. The people were suffering, the healers were doing their best, but it wasn't working, not even the potions available healed their large burnt wounds.
They had called a High Priest to heal them thanks to the help of the King and the Queen, but all of them were currently busy in their respective jobs at the hospital, and wouldn't arrive in hours…
"Hahh… Ugh…"
Clark was resting over the bed, groaning in pain. He had woken up after having fallen unconscious due to the pain, and he was in utter agony due to the pain he felt.
The wounds caused by those explosions weren't normal, those brothers had used magic loaded with curses that made burnt wounds last for several days, making them very hard to heal back to normal.
It was usually used against monsters, not people due to how cruel such spells were, but those bastards knew nothing about basic human decency at the end of the day. Tears were falling from his only eye, the other having burned and melted off, his entire handsome face disfigured.
"Mom… dad…" he kept thinking. "W-Why did this happen to me… this world… why is it so cruel?"
He had been working so hard this entire time, only to have his entire life ruined in what he thought would be a peaceful competition. He couldn't help but continue crying, he felt his entire world falling apart.
His hands were burned so much he couldn't even move them anymore, and the explosion caused the anvil to crush one of his legs, breaking it on impact…
"Why did I choose to come here… Why…"
As he and the rest of the people lamented, suddenly, a woman stepped inside. Her aura of light and spiritual energy shone brightly, illuminating her surroundings.
Her appearance, he could barely discern her with his last eye, long silver hair, beautiful silver and golden scales, and rainbow-colored eyes.
Wearing a white and silver dress, she looked like a goddess.
"S-She's that… woman?"
It was nobody else than Planta.
Or well, one of her many bodies.
"Huh?! C-Contestant Planta?!" one of the healers in the infirmary gasped. "Why are you here? Excuse me but this place is off-limits and-"
"I've come to heal the people; will you stop me from helping them?" she asked.
"T-That's… but we already called a-"
"You're lying, you haven't called a single high priest yet," said Planta, her sharp rainbow eyes looking at the three healers present. "The spirits see everything, and they told me what happened here. I came running once I learned you were paid by that trio to delay the healing of these people.
Yes, you can't heal their curses, but high priests would have run here if the king or the queen called for them. However, you said… one, two, or even three hours? By that time these people will all die!"
"W-Wha…?!" Clark was shocked to learn the truth.
The healers were shocked to learn that someone had somehow learned the truth! They stepped back in surprise but quickly composed themselves, thinking that there was no way she could prove that.
"T-There's no way you can prove such a thing!"
"Yeah, you're talking nonsense!"
"Please leave or we'll be forced to call the soldiers, and then you'll be disqualified for-"
"Oh? You think you can just mess around with innocent people's lives just because you were paid some money?" Planta sighed, facepalming. "I know you must have been desperate for money, but please, have some sincerity and heart."
Suddenly, Planta threw a bag of gold into the floor.
"That's ten million gold," she said.
The healer's eyes widened, full of greed at the bag.
"You want it? Confess your sins, I won't tell anybody." She smiled.
The healers felt slightly surprised, but smirked.
They thought Planta was a stupid dumbass bitch, that would hand over money for free like this!
"Yeah sure, we did, they only paid us like ten thousand though."
"A-Are you really giving us ten million?!"
"We're rich!"
As they walked towards the sack of money, however, several soldiers suddenly walked out of the corridor, hiding right at Planta's side.
"They have confessed their crime, please take care of them," she smiled.
"Huh?!"
"W-What?!"
"Hey! What is the meaning of this?!"
Planta retrieved the bag of coins and saw the healers being taken away by soldiers, Paladin David was there, nodding.
"Thank you Planta, I never thought such a method was even possible!" he laughed. "Not only they will be interrogated now, but those three brothers… I'll make sure they pay for what they did."
"Thank you David," Planta smiled. "Now, if you excuse me…"
With a single wave of her hands, a shockwave of gold and rainbow light washed over everyone in the infirmary. The curse festering their burned wounds disappeared instantly, and their wounds were immediately healed.
What's better, even lost body parts such as eyes, or even broken limbs healed immediately, and it caused no pain at all, only a washing sensation of relief, something rare as healing magic often caused a lot of pain, at least to NPC.
Players mostly had their pain receptors usually lowered, but healing magic usually dealt with the restoration of cells, this caused a "phantom pain" sensation as the nerves realigned themselves around where wounds were.
Yet Planta's heal caused no such pain.
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"I-I'm healed?!"
"My eye… My eye is back!"
"My arms… they're healed…"
"T-Thank you…"
"I thought I wouldn't be able to ever recover…!"
All the burned participants were in tears, thanking Planta while covering their faces in embarrassment.
Planta then walked towards them, giving each one a bag of ten million gold.
"Take this, it is the least I could do to make up for all the things you went through," she sighed.
"A-Are you sure?!"
"S-So much money…"
"This is something I would make in like three years?!"
"Yes, it's fine, take it," she nodded. "And if you ever feel like you need guidance, visit my smithy later. I am looking for more workers."
As Planta walked away, all the blacksmiths were left shocked.
And completely conquered!
"P-Planta… She's such a wonderful woman…" Clark sighed. "Can I really become the disciple of someone like her?"
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