I Was Summoned to Be the Saint, but I Was Robbed of the Position, Apparently

Then I decided to put a lot of magic into things when I had time.

Stone, metal, wood, flowers, furniture, oil and many other ingredients.

As a result, it turns out that there are things that are easy to put in magic and things that are hard to put in.

The general tendency is that it is as painful as a durable stiff object.

Metal is the most magical and painful, followed by stone and tree.

I secretly put magic on my diet to cheer me up, and then I tried to eat it, and I kind of got better. Yeah, this is a convenient way to use it.

If the principle is the same, for example, trees and paper in the protection of the previous world are relatively easy to put in magic and prayer, but it is just a good medium to have for a long time. Heh.

Well, then, for example, would it work if you stoned the magic to cheer you up and threw it into the well? Is there any magic coming out of stone? If you use it for the water that everyone uses, how will everyone feel?

Hmm... but no matter what you think, it's not harmful, right?

I went out into the garden and picked up a stone that would make magic easier.

Recently, it has been discovered that some stones are more susceptible to magic and some are less susceptible to entry.

After some thought, I put a magic spell of "the malaise heals" into the stone. Lightly.

I didn't use the magic to "cheer up" here because I thought the magic would become like a drink I had drunk in the past. When I drank that, I was able to get well and work hard, but when the effect expired, it was painful for me to come all at once. I don't think it would be good to get better in this hospital, but it would be painful to get away from here.

At first, I washed the stone thoroughly and put it in the water bottle of the room to drink it myself.

Well, if it's me, I can cure myself if something happens that harms my health, maybe.

If I suddenly lose consciousness, I can't believe it...?

Rather than bothering about the results, I felt like I was feeling better and less tired.

The neck and shoulders that were a little stiff also became lighter. And there are no side effects even if I stop drinking it. Wouldn't it be a little better for a colleague suffering from back pain or a senpai who had a headache? If things get lighter without knowing, everyone will be happy, right?

Hey, this makes the workplace more comfortable! Everyone's fine and alive!

With that in mind, I casually threw it into the well dedicated to the hospital in the middle of the hospital premises.

"Anis, what have you done? Can you be honest with me?

And what is it that Father Austin is asking me now?

"Er... the magic of 'the malaise heals'... put it in a stone and put it in a well like this, with Pochan..."

I can't help but swim my eyes and be honest with myself.

I'm sure in front of this man's overwhelming life experience, I'll find out, even if I tell a lie. Because I had such a hunch about why. You've probably spotted something strange about calling me at Pinpoint and taking me to the director's office where Director Sartana is.

Normally, I feel like a grandfather, but if I know that when I'm in a hurry, I turn into a leopard with sharp eyes and agile movements, hey... I'm scared and I won't lie to you...

But why are you being looked at with such stupid eyes...?

Certainly, there are rumors that the recent Garland Treatment Hospital has strangely healed quickly and the staff is feeling better, and it is still magical... yes, but it is spreading... and now there is a cold sweat on my back...

Director Sartana, who was listening to our conversation, said in a troubled face.

"Was it still water...? As a matter of fact, I've already been told that the water is special, and the neighbors are coming here to split the water, and the number of people is increasing day by day. It's about time we started working as a clinic."

Is that a big deal...?

The director continued with a weepy face.

"Even though it's a long way from home, there are more and more patients who want to be hospitalized in this clinic. We're going to lose control of our patients in the neighborhood."

Ahh... thanks to my mass-production potion, you've come here again to do more and more work...

"I'm sorry... with a little skill"

I unexpectedly apologize as I drip my cold sweat.

"I don't know what to do, Sartana. It will be difficult to get to the bottom of the well from now on, and if we lose the effect of that magic now, it will increasingly hinder our work. Wouldn't it be better to split up the water and sell it in front of the clinic and hire someone for the money? I'm sure you'll make a fortune. Fufufufufu"

Father Austin said it's been a long time since he was a businessman.

But Director Sartana was a good man and a serious man.

"But do you sell the water you used to share for free? It's going to be a bit of a bad reputation for our hospital."

"But wouldn't it be easier to lose a little reputation now?"

"No, but the purpose of this place is to help people in need."

This is the first time I have asked a question.

It seems that I have increased the burden of Director Sartana's busy life. I didn't mean to, but I'm so sorry.

"Um...."

It was a little scary when I unexpectedly shouted at you both.

But I'll do my best.

"Um, if you'd like, can I make another similar stone? And if you put it in a well where anyone can freely pump it, wouldn't that mean that everyone would go there?"

Doesn't that make everybody happy?