To Hell with Being a Saint, I’m a Doctor
Chapter 43: The Switched Journey (2)

As Ray prepared for his night’s sleep, a group of priestesses gathered around him.

About four priestesses sat down next to Ray, their smiles soft.

“What are you doing, Saint?”

Ray looked up at them.

His appearance was like a painting, enough to make the priestesses’ eyes dazzle instantly.

“I’m going to start a fire.”

Despite being a saint, he was also polite. This made them like him even more.

“Shall I bring a torch?”

“No.”

Ray spoke as he spread out a bundle of finely chopped wood.

Then, he threw the shaped logs towards the bonfire and chanted a spell.

“Fire.”

Whoosh!

The priestesses were startled to see the fire catch so quickly.

Because of his young age, they thought he was simply a saint who hadn’t received baptism yet.

But casting magic with just a single incantation! Even if he hadn’t become a saint, with this skill level, he would have been an incredible sorcerer.

“A second-circle master…!”

“That’s amazing!”

Moreover, the backlight of the fire vividly illuminated his profile.

It was enough stimulation to shake the priestesses’ composure.

Ray threw one log after another into the blazing bonfire.

‘I’ve felt eyes on me since yesterday… So, these are the main culprits.’

He was no fool. He was more sensitive to mana than anyone else.

Of course, he wouldn’t fail to notice the priestesses secretly sending glances his way.

Although he was now accustomed to the warm favor(?) from Aira, he couldn’t care less about the priestesses’ infatuation.

As he continued to poke the firewood, a brave priestess spoke to him.

“Saint, if it’s not too much trouble, may we join you?”

Even though her words were filled with hidden desires, Ray nodded.

There was no particular reason to refuse their request to share the fire.

Upon hearing his approval, the priestesses noticeably cheered up.

“Thank you!”

“Thank you!”

Ray slightly distanced himself from them. He had become accustomed to being alone in modern hospitals.

He naturally felt hesitant about having more people worry about him.

Seeing his reaction, the priestesses must have felt the same, but they didn’t mind.

Instead, they were captivated by Ray’s enchanting gaze as he watched the embers of the fire.

‘Wow… I know it’s disrespectful, but… gulp.’

‘Oh Lord… If you let him stay by my side, I’ll do anything.’

Their prayers to God didn’t stray from Ray’s face as he quietly added logs to the bonfire.

Ray, who was always charming, seemed like a divine being from a myth as he sat by the fire, preparing for the night’s sleep.

Somehow, his pure white hair seemed sacred.

Ray tended to the fire to prevent it from going out as he prepared to cook porridge.

Just like when he camped with Iriel, he took a pot from his backpack and filled it with water.

Of course, he hadn’t collected water from a stream. If he didn’t make use of the convenience of magic, all the time he spent learning would be wasted.

A single word was enough.

“Water.”

Sssah-

Drops of water formed and gathered in the pot, eventually amassing a considerable amount of water.

Watching this process, the girls were simply amazed and didn’t interfere.

“It doesn’t seem like I’ll be disturbed.”

From the looks of it, it seemed he could cook in peace.

Even the other priests and paladins were fascinated by the sight of the Saint cooking, and they watched with interest.

Feeling like a spectacle made him feel strange.

He took out the dried fruits his mother had packed for him, skillfully tearing them apart, and added them to the pot along with the meat.

Though it might not result in a delicious porridge, it was perfect for a snack.

As the fragrant aroma wafted through the air, more eyes were drawn to him.

While the others were preparing their meal, the murky porridge seemed more appealing than the food made with quality ingredients.

Although it was merely simple porridge with grassy side dishes, Ray found joy in the cooking process and hummed a little tune.

This caused the priestesses to chuckle.

For them, it was a unique experience to see a Saint humming while preparing food.

The paladins also burst into laughter at the sight.

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The Saint, chosen and blessed by the gods, exuded an aura that one couldn’t help but adore.

As a result, more and more people gathered around Ray.

Sensing the crisis, the priestesses made a request.

“Saint! I am truly sorry to ask, but may I have a bowl of that porridge?”

“Me too, please, Saint!”

Ray chuckled at the flood of requests.

“Do they not provide you with proper food in the holy kingdom?”

It was the same reaction Iriel had after starving for three days.

Although the pot was large, it wasn’t sufficient to feed everyone.

Therefore, Ray scooped out just enough porridge for them to have a taste into their plates.

Those who received it and gulped it down couldn’t help but be amazed.

“It’s really mild!”

“…The aftertaste is slightly bitter, isn’t it? What did you put in?”

“It’s nutritious.”

They praised the porridge and smacked their lips.

Although there was very little of it, just enough for one taste, it had a tantalizing flavor.

They were too embarrassed to ask for more, and they didn’t dare to reach out for more of the Saint’s food, so they withdrew at that point.

Ray, who had taken a liking to their decency, asked them.

“Should I make more for you?”

“Yes!”

“Then, I would like to ask too, Saint!”

Even the paladins at the back, after hesitating for a bit, raised their hands one by one.

The sight reminded him of elementary school students eager to answer a question.

No one had requested their assistance, but a paladin arrived with a large pot, and a priest, who seemed to have pilfered food from a cleric, also began preparing food. They all found unity in their shared objective.

Once they had collected all the ingredients, cooking was not a challenging task. Furthermore, since it was not porridge made from dried food, the porridge prepared in the large pot was incredibly smooth.

Not only was it full of flavor, but it also seized everyone’s attention.

Having sampled food from Michelin-star restaurants and high-end hotels in the modern world, Ray, who hadn’t formally learned cooking but had acquired some skills by observation, was quite the connoisseur.

Initially, he had been an exceptional individual, and he had excelled not only in medicine but also in learning other skills.

Cooking was one of them. During the month he had spent at Aira’s house treating her, he had researched medicinal herbs, edible plants, and animals, and even the flavors they produced.

Making the exceptional porridge was a breeze for him.

The priestesses took on the task of ladling the food into bowls. It was already a significant disrespect that they had asked to partake in the meal prepared for the Saint, and daring to ask them to serve was something their strong faith could not abide.

“Get your servings here!”

“Please form a line! There’s enough for everyone! …Probably!”

Then chaos broke out.

Those who had sampled the porridge Ray had made earlier were even willing to use their holy powers to reach the front of the line.

Seeing this, Ray muttered to himself seriously,

“Perhaps they don’t even serve meals in the actual Holy Kingdom…”

They must have been incredibly hungry, for these typically restrained and dignified individuals to have transformed into mere beggars.

He couldn’t help but shake his head. At this rate, the porridge would be gone in no time. Ray quickly secured his portion of the porridge.

Iriel must have also enjoyed the porridge, as she seemed about to appear, but there was no sign of her yet.

While he was searching for her, he moved towards a sensation he sensed from one side.

‘Are they in the middle of a conversation?’

As he looked in the direction where he felt the presence of several people, he noticed a different group of priestesses from those serving the porridge.

He observed that the threads embroidered on their chests were different, indicating they might belong to a different rank or battalion.

‘Guess not.’

Just as he was about to turn away, he halted upon overhearing their conversation.

“That new Saint. Isn’t everyone just blindly following him? He’s merely a child who can’t differentiate right from wrong to the point of making demands on the Holy Kingdom.”

“That’s true. Saint Iriel even got slapped by an elf she was with… Have they all forgotten about that?”

“They’ll eventually realize when they go to the Holy Kingdom. That he’s just a puppet Saint…”

Upon hearing this, Ray couldn’t help but laugh.

‘Look at these people. They think I’m worth less than the dog next door, don’t they?’

In the past, no one dared to disrespect him like this. There were countless people who had benefitted from his kindness when he was a prominent figure in the medical field and a prophet. There were more than a few individuals who disappeared without a trace simply for saying the wrong thing.

‘How should I deal with these people?’

As he pondered this, he sensed the presence of someone else.

He held his breath and looked closely to see Iriel appearing with a “pop”.

She looked at the priestesses and asked,

“What’s wrong with my cheek?”

A smile was tugging at the corners of her mouth.

It was a common sight to see her smiling like this, but for some reason, it felt stiff.

The atmosphere instantly froze at the sound of her voice filled with laughter.

Ray felt goosebumps all over his body.

It felt as though he had been criticizing his boss at work, only to discover that the boss had been standing behind him the whole time.

Since no one could respond, Iriel’s radiant smile slowly faded and became icy.

“Why is my conversation with the Saint being discussed here? Someone, please speak up.”

“…”

“…”

“…”

The priestesses had no other option but to remain silent, including Ray who was observing them with baited breath.

She was not her usual self. In a flash, her demeanor reverted to the time when she had invaded the elf village.

Was this the Saint Iriel who had been laughing and conversing this morning?

“So, if you don’t speak up, does that mean I can interpret it however I want?”

One of the priestesses answered in a quiet voice,

“Well, we… didn’t appreciate the behavior of those who had forgotten all about the Saint’s struggles…”

“What does that have to do with you?”

“…”

The atmosphere became quite tense. Even the Holy Knights nearby began to pay attention due to their raised voices.

Then two young clergy members noticed them and rushed over. They appeared to be the leaders responsible for managing the servants.

The clergy stood on either side of the priestesses, unsure of what to do.

“I’m sorry, Saintess… These girls are still too young and must have made a mistake… Quickly, apologize!”

Before the priestesses could apologize, Iriel smiled at the clergy and said,

“Do you believe an apology will be enough? These young ones dared to mock the Saint as an immature child who cannot differentiate right from wrong, and even called him a puppet Saint. Do you think this blasphemous act can be resolved with just an apology?”

She continued without waiting for their response.

“If you genuinely believe that, then proceed with your apology. However, if the apology is not sufficient for forgiveness, they will be turned over to the chief inquisitor of the Holy Kingdom. To retract their hasty words, these individuals will have to do a great deal.”

Ray pondered as he observed,

‘The frog forgets that it was once a tadpole.’

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