Maouyome

Those recovering from the period of debilitation continued with others.

Inspections are carried out carefully, one by one.

One person at a time, they connect their lives.

Little by little, the number of patients in the chapel is decreasing.

If you were aware, there were no more patients to be transported in to worsen the symptoms.

He said that patients had already shown signs of recovery before the chapel.

Mr. Dowd, who was brought in first, has already demodulated, and is now in a nursery set up in the outer hall, striving to recover his lost health.

Hope was beginning to spread in the temple.

Anessa, who was nobody else, contributed the most to the treatment of patients with high fever.

Liquorice, which can be a special effect, weakens its effects on patients with high fever. Because the effects of liquorice cannot be driven by the momentum of pathogens that activate and become more proliferative.

In that situation, the Temple Dispensary, including Ms. Anessa, spared no time while sleeping and continued to seek effective ways to administer it.

Anessa, who boiled her business to a situation where nothing worked, said she switched to a policy of administering medication directly from the rectum.

"I can't take it from the top, it's still down there!

Annessa, who ran her eyes blood and administered the enema from one end to the patient with one hand, seemed to have an impatient thing.

Administration or infusion….

In fact, it showed great effect.

Liquorice of Haz, whose effects had been weakened, said he had done so to a great extent.

Dr. Gama said that the lesions of pathogens that reached high fever may have come down closer to the rectum, and that medications that were difficult to reach by oral administration because of this could have shown effects with direct administration from the rectum?

I don't know what's gonna happen in my life.

There is another person who has shown dramatic change.

I made the culprit of this, Count Halladetend.

Count Halladetend, who was shocked by Mr. Yuriferna's onset, said he had not been able to get out of the shock for some time and had suddenly lost himself.

Maybe it became self-inflicted and that's how it got rough.

Count Halladetend changed his panther when he heard that Yuriferna's symptoms had moved into a debilitating phase and he had to be ready at last.

It started moving vigorously, literally as if people had changed.

He said that he made a desperate contribution to minimizing the loss of distribution caused by blocking entry and exit by stopping price increases that were soaring from market anxiety, while travelling between the temple and the city many times.

Neglecting the money move, I didn't know what Count Halladetend had done. But all I know is that the Earl is the Earl, and as an economic expert, he did all he could for the Holy Capital.

Maybe Count Halladetend wanted to show you.

Finally, to Mr. Yuriferna, who is in danger.

I think he wanted to show me the ideal father portrait that Mr. Yuriferna admired and was proud of.

If that's the case,...... I'm glad.

I didn't ask him personally, but I hope so.

What Count Halladetend did or said is never forgivable.

But even if you're such a Count Halladetend.

I can't help but think that he wants me to be a father who wants to look like that, who would be a decent father for his beloved daughter.

After a while, Mr. Yuriferna also saw signs of recovery.

After follow-up observations, the diagnosis from Dr. Gamma goes down.

Mr. Yuriferna was also able to survive the debilitating period.

When I told him about it, Count Halladetend fell to the floor, weeping.

I remember the Earl of Halladetend crying down on the floor being thin and thin to see and surprised as if he were someone else.

Shivering his wrecked hands and feet into small pieces, he cried out loud and mumbled, crawling on the floor, over and over again, "Thanks Ugh! Thanks!" he repeated.

...... yeah. Good for you.

Really, good.

Mr. Yuriferna saved me, I'm glad.

Although I do still feel unforgivable, it's not the same story as this.

Really,... good.

Mr. Yuriferna was one of the last.

Finally, Mr. Yurifefna, a seriously ill patient disappeared from the chapel.

Look over the chapel where no one is anymore.

There are no more patients here to be brought in.

Solve strong connections with a sense of purpose.

To hold it in. There was no sound in the junction stretched to stop it, and it disappeared.

The 'purification' junction disappears and the chapel, which was used as a hospital room, returns to its original space.

He returned to the chapel, where he had lectured the Virgin in man-to-man and had been instructed in practical skills.

This is no longer the hospital room for accepting debilitating periods.

"... good luck to you"

"... yeah. Good luck, Bel Adone."

The two of us twist each other.

With unspeakable thoughts in his chest, he turned his back on the chapel.

So much so that there were no more patients in the Shinto Hall.

Now all of the patients who were nursing in the inner hall are gone.

There's relief in everyone's expressions.

There were even people in there with tears in their eyes.

... Finally, it's over.

That's it, finally, over.

Light fills the temple.

The light of hope was full.

Seven weeks after Mr. Dowd's onset was confirmed.

42 days after Torte-kun took his breath away.

That day, seven nights all infected with fever were gone.

The 52-day battle is over.

Longest time in my life,... it was a month and a half.

"The Virgin. I have a favor to ask."

In the hallway of the inner hall, I called the Virgin to rest.

Even if all the infected people are gone, that doesn't make it impossible to do it anymore.

Of course, we must restore the sanctuary to its original state as soon as possible, which was disrupted by the outbreak of seven nights of fever.

Calling the Virgin, who moves around busily, I bowed my head deeply.

"It's changed so much, what's wrong?

"Can you lend me the chapel?"

"The chapel, sir? I don't mind in particular......"

"Pray..."

The infected are gone.

Life is plentiful in the temple.

...... but.

Behind the chapel, there are still Torte and the others.

Torte and the others left it iced.

"I want to offer my prayers.... to Torte and the others"

The declaration of a state of emergency has not yet been lifted.

Even if all the infected are gone, the declaration cannot be lifted until the day is set and it is confirmed that there will be no new infected persons.

That still takes time.

In the meantime, Torte and the others are still waiting for the day to be mourned while they are icing.

So at least I want to offer my prayers.

I want to pray for the blessings of Torte and his men.

"I would like to pray to you, Torte, for a peaceful 'blessing'."

"Bless you..."

My 'blessing' will not be a blessing.

The Virgin is well aware of that.

What do you pray for?

My prayer that is uncertain is not a prayer.

Now, I know.

Because I feel like I know what to pray for.

I want to pray to you, Torte.

The Virgin stared at me silently.

He stared and nodded quietly.

"... ok. Let's go now."

"From now on, …?

...... sorry.

The response was a bit unexpected.

I asked for that, but... are you okay?

The Virgin is busy too...

"I had something to think of, too. Do what you have to do when you have to."

"Thank you very much!

I bow my head to the Virgin and head to the chapel.

"Hmm. If you look at it this way, it was this big here too. Don't"

"It's quiet now, above all else."

"... can I stay here, say something awe-inspiring"

"Never mind, Anessa. The enema ghost alias is gonna cry?

"... be!? What the hell, that!

"It's a thankful alias, I don't even care. Think of it as an honor."

"... brave men and teachers are terrible"

"That was the tough situation, everyone worked hard. Sir Cardinal, he's asleep, but are you okay now?"

"It's only been a little while since I said I fell asleep, so long as I'm ashamed of you. Master Lawyer, don't push too hard."

"… quiet and above all"

"... Leanscheid, if you can't"

... What, this?

The Virgin and I were walking towards the chapel and there were more people behind us at some point.

... or even the Master Law.

You must be the busiest person right now, but you.

"Come on, Mr. Leffia"

"... I wonder what it is. I wonder what the tension was until just now."

The Virgin urged me to proceed inside the chapel.

With Wochawacha and a lot of people.

... Damn.

Sounds like we all felt the same way.

We've been fighting each other, naturally.

Proceed in front of the Virgin and kneel.

I put my hands together in front of my chest and closed my eyes gently.

……

……

Life, full.

I sincerely hope for your blessings.

May a restful sleep come.

Peace and tranquility from the heart.

to every life.

Bless you......

……

……

Wishes become prayers.

Prayer takes shape and power.

Power becomes light and illuminates life.

To bless your life.

Full of light.

My blessing was the moment it took shape.

……

"... hey, mr. refia, wait, no!

"... ah"