Although I wanted to rest for now, the house door was suddenly being knocked on violently by many people. I rushed out to find my grandmother dealing with a bunch of people. Erika was there, she seemed to have been talking with my grandmother about the things that had happened. I looked out as I found around 6 people.
"I told you that he is very tired! Go away!" Roared my grandma.
"But your grandson… Blake… He can heal my husband! Please! I will give you anything! Anything I have!" cried a woman, around the same age as my mother.
"My father is dying… Please, Blake!" cried Chris.
Eric and Chris were also here, it seems that Chris' father ended up wounded as well as did Eric's uncle. The two boys were supplicating me to help them now. Alongside these two, another four people were there.
"We can't afford a priest…" cried Eric.
"But you… W-We'll give you anything… I… I don't want my father to die… He's getting worse!" cried Chris.
"So please… Do something! I implore of you…" cried Eric.
"We'll give you anything you want!"
"We don't have much, but I got a lot of cockatrices!"
"I-I can give you crops… Everything I have!"
The people were desperate.
But did I have enough to heal the other six people that were wounded in time as I did with my father? If their wounds were just as terrible, there wouldn't be much hope.
And if I try to do something and fail, I will be blamed for it.
I looked down at the people. Their faces filled with despair… their eyes filled with sorrow…
It reminded me of my mother and of myself.
"Shut up! Stop asking my grandson to do the impossible! He already used all the mana he had and everything else! You want him to do even more?! How do you expect him to do this? He's just a child!" said my grandma.
"He's… the only hope…"
"W-We won't ask you anything more, ever!"
"But what if he fails at saving them? You'll blame him for it, won't you? Also you people are always bashing on us all the time, what do you even have to offer?" asked my grandma angrily.
These people all belonged to families that looked down on Erika, and due to our relationship with her, they also began to look down on us and discriminate against us. They had even not allowed my mother to join the usual meetings between mothers that are often made in the village.
I was standing there in silence there.
Eric and Chris rushed to my side as they kneeled, despite their own pride.
"Please, Blake! I am sorry for being so stupid before! Please, save my dad!" cried Chris.
"Sniff… Sob… Blake! Help!" cried Eric.
Perhaps if they were grown men, I wouldn't be so moved. But they were children. The experience of losing a father figure is not something that will help in their growth.
And for old time's sake…
Suddenly, I felt the little hand of Erika touching my shoulder.
"B-Blake… Please…" she said.
"Erika…? You pity them?" I asked.
I looked back at the kids.
"Okay. But you better pay well after all of this! Also, don't blame me if they die while I am trying to help them! Lastly, give me all the spirit orbs you've ever accumulated, I will need them!" I said.
The people suddenly smiled, their eyes once more filled with hope.
"First! Gather all the people in the same house, that way I can assess them all at the same time… Eleanora, come with me. Erika, can you bring your father with me? Also, ask him if he has any medicine or anything that could help, I will pay for it." I said.
Erika quickly rushed back to her home, as the people led me to the home of Chris, where all the wounded were gathered.
"Thank you, Blake!" cried Eric.
"Blake… I am sorry for having been an idiot this entire time…" cried Chris.
"Shut up already, stop crying! Are you men?! And don't thank me, thank Erika, she's the one that had compassion for you… Despite all your discrimination against her… She pitied you and wanted me to help you." I sighed.
Chris and Eric looked at me with surprise.
"E-Even after everything?" asked Chris.
"Erika…" muttered Eric.
"Sigh… Now let's go, go look for spirit orbs, I need them." I said.
"O-Okay…" said Chris.
"But for what?" asked Eric.
The ability to absorb spirit orbs was not common, so they didn't know I could absorb them as they were instead of processing them into potions and regain Mana through this method.
"Don't ask questions or I won't help you!" I said.
"O-Okay, sorry!" said Eric.
The two kids went to look for spirit orbs as did the other people with us.
I looked at the six men lying in the beds, at least I had Eleanora with me.
I began to quickly give a brief inspection of their wounds, they were different wounds, my father had indeed received the biggest one, while all of these ones here had smaller wounds, spread around their bodies, one of them even lost their entire arm.
The wounds were rotting and the people in here didn't know how to properly heal such infections, especially because energy from another dimension was latching over the wounds.
For serfs like us, advanced medicine and healing magic is something incredibly expensive and rare. Healing-type spirits are even rarer, and there wasn't any that would offer their services without a hefty fee.
Although most of these wounds seemed not lethal, most of them had necrosis and would keep infecting the blood with rotten blood, making the people sicker and have even higher fevers, they could even contract a disease if this continued as it was.
"Eleanora, do the same thing you did to my father with all six of them." I said.