The Cursed Forest Where I Was Exiled Had Somehow Been Designated As A Sanctuary. - Awakened to the Purification skill, I, Surrounded By Divine Dragons And Great Spirits, Become The King of A Nation - Episode 25

One month since the opening of the cave hot springs.

Several hot spring facilities had already been established in the village, and they had become quite popular among the residents.

When the dwarves finish their blacksmithing and mining, they head straight to the hot springs for a soak.

The elves take a bath as soon as they wake up in the morning.

It’s interesting how each race has different times for taking baths.

In the midst of all that,

“Ugh… ugh…”

Zess was groaning in his usual spot (the dry cleaner).

“What’s wrong?”

The Yggdrasil, which had gently descended, twirled once in front of Zess and asked.

I was wearing new clothes again today. It looked like an outfit from the elf tribe.

Zess said, “It suits you well,” while glancing at the elves and dwarves passing through the village.

“Yeah, I’m glad that hot springs have become popular, but because of that, everyone looks so beautiful.”

“It’s not a good thing.”

“That’s right. It’s a good thing. But, you know…”

Zess groans “Umm” while moving both hands in a wiggly manner.

“There’s no point in ‘cleaning’!”

“You’re still doing laundry, aren’t you?”

“I’m used to it. No matter how much laundry there is, it gets done quickly with skill.”

“……It’s a hassle.”

At Yggdrasil’s dismissive words, Zess slumped down in despair.

Well, I mean, it’s nice that everyone can stay beautiful, but…!

Even though I know, my hands still ache.

When I suddenly looked up at the sky, I noticed that rain clouds were approaching unusually.

Gray clouds. Perhaps due to withdrawal symptoms, Zess involuntarily thought about turning everything completely white—and shook his head.

Stop thinking about trivial things and face the laundry in front of you, it’s rude otherwise.

While continuing to apply “cleansing” to the laundry, battling jealousy towards the hot springs, an elf girl approached under Yggdrasil.

Next to her, there is also a woman who seems to be her mother.

“Um, Great Spirit. Could you please look at this child’s occupation?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Thank you very much!”

Light overflows from Yggdrasil’s body, and particles of light spill out into the surroundings.

It resembles the scene when Zess received the oracle ceremony in the royal castle.

At that time, there was a priest who was the spokesperson for the spirits, and although the presence and power of the spirits lingering around were not as strong as Yggdrasil’s,

Eventually, the light of Yggdrasil subsided, and with a gaze that seemed to look down upon the girl from above, it spoke.

“――[Tailor]”

The Great Spirit informs the girl of the profession bestowed upon her by the gods, and at the same time, the girl clutches her head and lets out a groan of agony.

The girl’s skills awaken. The skills of a [seamstress].

“Ah, thank you very much…”

The girl, who had become aware of her own skills, uttered words of gratitude to Yggdrasil.

The Rite of Divination is a ceremony where one receives a profession and skills from the gods.

There are cases where one receives a profession by borrowing the power of the spirits residing in the country or land, and cases where one is granted a profession through priests with blessing-type skills or the power of divine relics.

As one grows and establishes their identity, the gods bestow upon them a profession. By revealing that profession and announcing its name, a person can finally become aware of their own vocation.

By becoming aware of it, you can recognize the skills that come with it.

However, in the Great Forest where there is no one to announce professions, the means to acquire a profession are limited.

It seems that the dwarves would negotiate with visiting traders from the outside world and receive oracles.

It seems that Flora and the others learned their professions from the blessed elf in the village, but since he passed away just last year, there has been no one to inform them of their professions.

In the midst of all this, it was only natural for Yggdrasil, the great spirit, to take on the task of the oracle ceremony.

While watching the elven parent and child leave, repeatedly expressing their gratitude, Zes mutters to himself.

“By the way, I heard that Rsarado and the others were saying they want to build a temple for Yggdrasil.”

“…It’s not like I mind.”

The tone is curt, but there’s a hint of happiness in it.

Usually, he boasts about being a great spirit, but it was surprising to see him embarrassed in a situation like this.

“Even so, a temple, an oracle ceremony, and hot springs… This is starting to feel less like a village and more like the capital of some country.”

Although it falls short of the capital city of the Arclight Kingdom in terms of scenery, it is not lacking in the smiles and vitality of its people.
Zess thought such things.

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The Temple of Yggdrasil was built next to Zess’s house at her request.

A building constructed from quarried stone. It’s more of a small shrine than a temple.

On either side of Zess’s house, which is like the Shosoin, there are stone shrines and pavilions.

Perhaps because of that, it exuded an atmosphere that set it apart from the surrounding townscape.

No matter how you look at it, Zess’s house is the center of this village. It has a presence that commands that recognition.

“This house is just too much for me, after all.”

Muttering such things, Zess watched Yggdrasil happily flitting around the temple.

And then, Rarado approaches.

“Lord Zess, may I have a moment of your time?”

“Huh? What’s wrong?”

“Actually, I have a consultation to discuss… Since we have completely moved from the village we used to live in, the outsiders who used to come to trade with our former village are curious. They are asking where we have moved to.”

“Ah…”

Until they moved, they used to exchange goods with trading partners in the original settlement, but it seems the trading partners were puzzled by the exchanges within the now cold village.

“Well, I was thinking that now that we have a large group, we should start trading officially as a village.”

“Well then…”

“Yeah, please guide that trading partner here.”

“Understood. Then, I will leave the rest to you, Lord Zess.”

“Huh, why?”

Yggdrasil, who had been floating gently, murmurs as if giving advice.

“Enough already, give up.”

“As Yggdrasil-sama says.”

“……Ah, yeah. Well, okay then. I’ll greet them too. That’s what you want, right?”

In response to the two earnest gazes, Zess let out a sigh and answered somewhat dismissively.