I close the door to my room and lie down on my bed collapsing.

“Ugh…”

“Kyu!” (Shion)

A groan escapes due to the pain in my side, and Shion, who has been thrown out of the hood, cries out in protest.

It seems that a simple heel can’t heal my injury after all.

Magic becomes more effective as the INT increases, but there may be a limit to the low-level recovery magic.

“Divine Light, heal your people, [Holy Light].”

The shining aura spread from my right hand on my side healing the injury.

And after a few seconds, the pain was gone, as if it had never happened before.

“I knew Sacred Magic was amazing.”

I murmured as I rubbed my injured side.

It seems to be okay to the touch.

I noticed when I healed Dan’s wound that this [Holy Light] seems to be able to heal most wounds.

Lacerations and broken bones with some level of internal damage. If it can get this far, it should be able to do most of it.

I just don’t know if it can put the missing parts back together. I don’t think I’m going to try that any time soon.

“Hmm, still… Gordo-san was really strong.”

I get up and sat on the bed and put Shion on my lap and pet him while thinking about the training exercise.

This world’s leveled-up system-the Goddess’s Blessing raises an individual’s abilities. I thought I understood it well, but when I tried to fight against a high-level overwhelmingly superior person like Gordo-san, I realized the tremendous effect of such a system.

The Goddess’s Blessing raises not only strength and magic but also all abilities such as defense and speed. When you are at a high enough level, you are far beyond the normal human, and when there is a difference in level between me and Gordo-san, things like ingenuity and tactics become almost meaningless. Even if I were to attack Gordo-san in his sleep, I would not be able to beat him. That’s how much difference there was between us.

“I have to think about something.”

I’m sure there aren’t many people as strong as Mr. Gordo, and I doubt I’ll meet many of them, but I need to think of a “something” in case I meet someone like that and we end up in a confrontation.

But even so, the only thing I can think of right now is to get the Goddess’ Blessing.

Other less certain methods would be to hope for new Sacred Magic or to look for an artifact with amazing abilities, but the latter would be difficult, not to mention the former.

As for Sacred Magic, I have to search for it steadily. As long as there is no information, it is impossible to search for it.

“Kyu.” (Shion)

Shion’s nose twitched, and he stood up from my lap to look at me.

“Is that time already? Come on, let’s go.”

“Kyu, kyu!” (Shion)

I tucked Shion into my hood, got up from the bed, and walked out of the room.

As I walk down the stairs, illuminated by the slightly reddening sun, my nose is finally able to catch a whiff of the delicious aroma.

I went downstairs and entered the cafeteria as usual and got in line—somehow I felt the atmosphere was different from usual.

It was as if everyone was paying attention to me—

“Hey, newbie!” (Adventurer)

“Eh?”

I got a slap on the back, and when I turned around, there was a big guy standing there.

Who was this guy? He looked familiar… but not someone I know.

“You’re a real piece of work, aren’t cha? I can’t believe you wounded Gordo-san!” (Adventurer)

“Umm, thank you?”

I was a little surprised by the praise, and the person in front of me looked back at me.

“Hmm? Oh, thanks for healing me a while ago!” (Adventurer)

“Ah, sure.”

I was wondering if this person was the one who was punched in the face by Mr. Gordo.

However, I was puzzled by the sudden 180-degree change and friendliness, when usually none of them tried to get involved with me. Even the lady at the cafeteria said, “Oh my! I heard you worked hard!” It seems that the rumor about the training exercise we had is getting around.

“Hey, here!” (Cyrus)

“Hey, hey!” (Seam)

As I was looking for a seat for today’s dinner, Cyrus-san and Seam-san waved at me from a nearby table.

I responded and took an empty seat at the table where they were sitting.

“You were quite the achiever. I never thought you would hit Gordo-san.” (Cyrus)

“Yep, yep.” (Seam)

“No, it just so happened that… or rather Gordo-san, took it easy on me, and that’s why it happened that way.”

It was a successful tactic because Gordo-san gave me an opportunity to attack to measure my ability, but none of my attacks would have been attacks that Gordo-san even need to avoid. If Gordo-san was serious, I would have been crushed instantly before I could have even attacked.

“No, it was really awesome! Even the knights here can’t imitate that kind of flowing barrage of attacks. Rook must have learned proper techniques somewhere, right?” (Cyrus)

“Ah, well, yes. I learned it from my parents when I lived with them.”

“Parents… then from a knight’s house or an aristocratic house?” (Cyrus)

“That’s ridiculous! I am not that high up! Well… we’re like priests.”

Somehow a strange misunderstanding was coming together, so I immediately deny it.

It may be troublesome later if you think that a nobleman, a knight, or the birth of such a house.

“So, a clan of priests? …I’ve heard that there are some countries where all their priests are learning martial arts…” (Cyrus)

“No, I’m not from such a country… Is it possible to learn some proper swordsmanship with the Knights?”

The conversation was about to go in a troublesome direction, so I forcibly changed the course.