[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 368

Chapter 368: A Familiar Prayer

"Corpus nihil est nisi vas alienae voluntatis, in quo manet spiritus excelsus. Putrescente carne et torquentibus membris, tamen gratias agimus, quod maiestas illa superna nos respicit."

Dressed in white attire lined with gold, the priest stood in front of the small altar.

The faint scent of myrrh clung to the air, along with the warmth of the melting wax of the candles.

It was hard for Xion to see his face hidden under the hood as he prayed to the goddess, but one thing was sure.

This person was very special. Exactly how? Xion couldn’t quite put his finger on.

This person was a stranger, and yet, his fingertips itched with a phantom ache to reach for that hidden person.

His heart beat just a little faster, like an invisible thread was tugging at his soul.

Even as he remained standing at the far end of the small crowd, his gaze continued to fall on the tall figure rather than the statue of Myrthia.

"Quia etiam flagella peccatorum sunt benedictio sub velamine, et dolor est signum gratiae eius."

A low, smooth voice sounded again.

Despite never learning this language, Xion could easily understand the meaning.

The body is nothing but a vessel of the foreign will, in which the exalted spirit dwells. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

As we, the sinners, feel our flesh rot and the limbs are wracked with pain, still we give thanks, because that higher majesty looks upon us.

To Xion, it sounded a little absurd. The notion of being thankful even when god wasn’t being merciful. But to others, that didn’t seem to be the case.

For even the scourges of sins are a blessing under a veil, and pain is the sign of its grace.

The lines of prayers only made Xion roll his eyes, though his lips parted and uttered the same words as the group filling the small hall to the brim.

As for how Xion ended up in this small but well-maintained church, it was partially the fault of that priest.

Xion was out to meet the healers, and after calming down the very enthusiastic Bard and giving them the basic idea of how they should proceed from now on, he went to the market.

With the afternoon sun still high, Xion decided to take a stroll.

Somehow, his stroll led him to the quiet back streets behind the bustling market.

It was as if Xion was in a trance, or his feet had a mind of their own.

Normally, he would have avoided even going near anything related to the church after that incident with Talia.

But here he was, holding his hands and subconsciously muttering the prayers he shouldn’t even know.

Each word rolled off his tongue with an ease that felt both comforting and terrifying, as if someone else’s memories were bleeding into his own.

He simply chalked it all up to his transmigration buff. Or perhaps, the original little Xion Vaelis was such a devotee that even after so many years, the feeling still remained.

The prayer ended, and the devotees were far too excited to approach the priest.

The paladins didn’t let anyone approach until the high priest was out of sight.

Ray tsked. "They always act so high and mighty. As if being in the order of Thirteen is equivalent to becoming a god."

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