Banishment is Fine: As a Genius Saint, I Can Shine Anywhere. - Chapter 2

There’s nothing I can do about lifespan… I suppose it’s fortunate that no one was on the verge of dying from old age, but still.

In such harsh living conditions, many likely didn’t survive long enough to reach the end of their natural lifespan.

Those who fell seriously ill probably didn’t even realize it before they passed away.

As she moved through the town, Meteora had seen several freshly built graves. She had also heard more than once, “If only the Saint had come just half a month earlier…”

The grief in the voices of the bereaved weighed heavily.

Many saints found themselves emotionally drained by these cries of sorrow, to the point where they became traumatized and could no longer bring themselves to treat gravely injured patients.

Even a saint could heal the body, but not the heart.

All she could do was pray that their pain would ease, even if only a little, and as soon as possible.

I can’t let myself be overwhelmed by their sadness.

Lifting her head, she pushed aside the urge to lower her gaze in sorrow and made her way back to the town chief.

“As promised, I’ve healed all the townspeople. Now, I’d like to request food supplies for the knights—preferably a warm meal if possible.”

“…We’ve already prepared it.”

The town chief responded with a troubled expression, but behind him, people had already begun distributing food.

“Saint, thank you so much! I don’t feel any pain anymore, and I’ve never felt this light in my entire life!”
“Please, have some food, Saint! And for the knights, too!”

Before Meteora could say anything, the grateful townspeople had already prepared meals for her and the knights.

A little further away, some of the men had dug up potatoes, saying, “These are for the knights.”

Meteora was utterly exhausted, and the warm meal was a blessing. Even the simplest steamed potatoes, peeled and eaten plain, tasted incredibly delicious.

The knights, who likely hadn’t had a proper meal in a long time, were eating with expressions full of gratitude and relief.

“The Saint also mentioned praying for the land and creating protective charms. If you still have the strength, we would be deeply grateful,” the town chief said hesitantly as the meal was coming to an end.

“Of course. In return, could you arrange sleeping quarters for the knights and send a request for aid to the central government? Also, I’ll need materials to write the charms—paper is scarce, so any spare cloth will do. Gather as much as possible.”

At her request, the townspeople quickly got to work. They brought scraps of cloth and even pieces of peeled bark.

She removed the gemstone from her staff and began inscribing protective spells on the materials one by one.

“These should be placed at regular intervals along the town walls. Just bring them close, and they’ll stick on their own—no glue or string needed. Each household should also take one to place on their ceiling for protection.”

“Understood.”
“We knights will handle it.”

At Meteora’s command, Lionel and the knights immediately set out to distribute and apply the charms.

After that, she moved through the fields, offering prayers for the land. The town also had cows and sheep, so she tended to them as well, healing any ailments and praying for an abundant milk supply.

By the time all was finished, night had fallen completely.

At last, even she couldn’t endure the exhaustion any longer—her body gave in, and she collapsed with a high fever.