To Hell with Being a Saint, I'm a Doctor

Chapter 385

episode 385 disaster (11)

the high elves groaned.

“sixth. is it really?”

“the existence of the branch was something we kept secret. i don’t know if there’s anything good about being known to humans.”

there were high elves who were happy with their work, and there were also high elves who didn’t like him.

the case of hans was a representative example of the latter.

he groaned quietly

“serien, this is clearly an attempt to move things forward while ignoring tradition.”

“no matter what the process was, i hoped the outcome worked out.”

“no matter what happens, results are not everything. sometimes the process is more important, isn’t it?”

heprion agreed.

“i agree with that opinion! but that doesn’t change the fact that mr. ray took care of our incompetence! at times like this, you should keep your head down! come on, mr. hans, hit me in the head! that is the path of romance!”

he informed the way of romance.

hans frowned.

“the altar is the mission and duty entrusted to the high elves. entrusting that noble thing to human beings! while proving your own incompetence! you guys really aren’t ashamed!”

at those words, serien, who had been quietly drinking tea in the back, stopped and looked at hans.

“it’s a shame. i feel sorry for myself for receiving help from humans and only being grateful for it.”

“then...”

“but. no matter how pathetic and ugly i was, i wasn’t so rotten that i couldn’t even bow my head to those who received grace.”

she continued talking.

“at first, this is the child who held on to the altar while coughing up blood while causing mana depletion. i spent 15 days with elisha to fix my problem, and now i’ve even found the sixth mana line that no one else has been able to find. to be honest, i am proud of that person. i want to help even a little when i see him working hard without being afraid of being destroyed. i want to encourage you to do well.”

serien’s voice clearly echoed through the temple.

“as you said, we were all incompetent and proved it ourselves. but even if i lament my own ability, at least i don’t want to lament my own ugliness. that is the pride of high elves in my opinion.”

she said it clearly, as if everyone was listening.

she said, ‘aren’t you also like that?’ i was asking.

as a high elf. as a higher race.

he was asking if there was something he should protect even if he had to abandon his dignity and reveal his incompetence.nôv(el)b\\jnn

several high elves assimilated to her nodded.

“certainly... there are things that have to take precedence over our obstinacy.”

“high elves never go into debt. i will also stand on serien’s side.”

“i will follow you too.”

the four high elves turned away from hans.

now, in the temple, only one person stood out in opposition.

* * *

“stupid...”

hans shook his head.

“you mean that high elves only bow down to humans?”

heprion sympathized with him.

“i pity you who don’t know the beauty of romance!”

“shut up.”

“sometimes the more forbidden the more attractive! hans! as long as you know the tricks...”

heprion’s lecture on romance began.

during that time, ray was busy searching for mana lines.

after finding the sixth mana line, progress was slow.

if you touch it wrongly, the gate may open.

since he found six mana lines, even in the worst case, the altar wouldn’t explode, but even so, he couldn’t be vigilant.

when ray gave the signal, the high elf waiting next to him pushed him away.

pushed off the altar, he let out the breath that was deeply lodged in his lungs.

from behind the gate came the cry of an unknown animal that sounded like it was scratching at the vocal chords.

“ira, replace the mana supply immediately! you have to close the gate!”

“don’t do that!”

at ray’s words, aira flew towards the altar.

“the rest stop the monsters coming out of the gate!”

the high elves prepared for battle.

however, heprion, elisa serien, and sert were hesitant unlike them.

sert shuddered and struggled to open his mouth.

“that’s it... those monsters don’t work well with magic...”

“yes? what kind of small grain is that?”

the snout of the monster could be seen from the entrance of the gate.

“i... i don’t know... i don’t know... but... i don’t think magic will be a very effective attack...”

ray frowned.

i don’t know what you mean.

if magic isn’t effective, then hammering is efficient?

the monster, which only showed its snout, was now trying to get out of its lower body.

a monster in the form of a black shadow.

its appearance was like that of a beast, but if you look closely, it looks like mist.

was this the sound that magic doesn’t work? it looked a little different from other monsters with fluffy hair.

it didn’t look like physical force would work.

as the monsters came out of the gate, the high elves opened fire with magic.

“wind storm!”

“fire strike!”

all of them are magic with superior power.

indeed, like a dragon, it was like a high elf called a pioneer of magic.

at this rate, such a small monster would have perished without being able to extract even the bones.

the moment ray tried to put his mind at ease.

kwaaaang—!

with an explosion, a black monster walked out of it.

– krrrrrr!

he shows off his strength with his distinctive cry.

a sticky object was fired from the monster’s fingertips.

no it came out

the smoke that was shot at high speed made it difficult to breathe for a moment around the area.

at that, serien drove the smoke away with magic.

“air hand!”

a huge gust of wind pushed the smoke away.

however, one high elf breathed in the remaining reverberation and fell unconscious.

heprion screamed in fright.

“you can’t breathe! it is mental magic!”

“is that demon magic?” the high elves held their breath and said.

it was absurd that only monsters were magic.

besides, even the high elves couldn’t resist for a moment and lost consciousness.

as i guessed, it wouldn’t be ordinary magic.

black monsters were constantly flowing out of the gate, which had grown to the size of the temple.

ray looked at the gate in vain.

the day i found the sixth mana line.

the resonating sound that rang at the altar today was not a celebration of new footsteps, but a harbinger of a new danger.