Master Of None

Chapter 118: 118. Beauty of song

As they had all spoken many people had gathered in the cathedral. Some were helped along by family or nuns and others walked on their own. Many elderly had come and sat seeking relief for aching bones. The small talk around the cathedral slowly died down to silence as it was a clear the musicians had prepared.

A lone violin began to play. This single note started their hearts beating faster. Warm wave fluctuated within their body resonating with their souls. One by one more Instruments joined bringing the sound to a loud body of harmonized notes. Flutes fluttered in their ears meeting the string instruments. Trumpets and trombones laid out a base of low and high tones bringing energy to the depths.

These feelings of harmony made them want to stand and dance. Energy flowed through the room, the orb on the center of the stage glowed brighter and rainbows danced.

The time of the melody began to shift to a quiet background as a a girl about sixteen years old took the center stage. She held no musical instrument like the others. Her brown hair hung to her waist and was braided tightly. She was slim and wore sky blue dress that showed he figure but hid away anything tempting. He features were soft and he brilliant emerald eyes shown with a joy like no other.

She had many freckles and from what Walker could see a few scars that had begun to fade away over time.

This girl stood still but slowly began to raise her arms until the music came to a sudden stop and she opened her mouth. Walker was completely entranced, her voice spoke of pure sunlight, the overshot of dreams, and much more. Saying that she had the voice of an angel was a blatant insult. Between her appearance and her voice walker could easily say this was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

Gilʼs elbow hit walkers ribs; a smirk on his face shaking his head slightly. Walker had been sitting there jaw dropped catching flies. Gil had seen this and wanted him to put the poker face back on to not embarrass himself. The high priest had already seen this and smiled inwardly.

The girls words continued to flow smoother than any river would flow. Soon the dancing rainbows took on shapes of clouds, doves, angels, and many more creatures which came to visit those that were weak or ill. This melody and dance of colors and light was healing those in need in front of their very eyes. The performance had been going on for over ten minutes when they felt the dip in mana.

It seemed the end was approaching.

Feeling this their hearts wanted to cry out to keep going but nobody desires to see the musicians fall. Walker had begun to look at more than just the singing girl noticing he was the only one so very transfixed on her song. He made a mental note to thank Gil, if he had not elbowed him he would have looked like a fool come the end.

The end was soft and left them wanting for more. However the musicians had used their mana and needed to recover. The aura I. The room returned to its prior activity and the light no longer danced. Many of the guests showed great improvement. The elderly especially were standing straighter and talking as they left much faster than they had entered.

There were about twenty people still left. Some were in wheelchairs unconscious some bandages covering them. Others were being attended to by nuns replacing bandages on or risky healed wounds.

”Hereʼs the plan, Su and Remey partner up and assist in changing bandages. Laurence and Riley will fetch fresh water to use for cleaning wounds. Elise and Gil will help move the unconscious. Iʼm going to move around and use my healing spell to assist those with larger injuries.” The critical thinking passive skill was really paying off today for walker. In a matter of seconds he had issued a plan.

The high priest was very impressed by his astute decision and decided to use one of his spells as well. His magic was limited to a certain amount of uses a day. This was the rise and fall of a high priest system but for a moment like this where those with tougher illness and wounds were left he always saved some spells.

He stood and started tapping his plain wooden staff. Green waves began to form from the bottom in the marble floors. ”Healing pulse...” the high priest didnʼt speak loudly but the green wave responded through the room effecting everyone within. It bounces from statues, to walls, from the ceiling, everywhere.

This pulse reverberated many times until the high priest returned to sitting slightly out of breath. ”Ha it takes more out of me every day but I can never get over how wonderful that skill is.” He may be showing his age but the light in his eyes said he refused to give up healing those in need.

Meanwhile, everyone had gotten to their task. Working in tandem with the nuns, it was an impressive display of the churches true values. Walker made his way to a man with large bandages on his back. This was definitely a wound from a monster. Long gashes ran from his shoulder to his ribs that he partially healed. It was a wonder this man had lived through the encounter.

Without any hesitation he began to use his healing skill which quickly closed the wounds after only two uses. He was met by the grateful smiles of the nuns nearby who had been able to save mana and heal more small injuries than focusing motr skills on one large injury. Having just one more healer really made a difference.

Walkers mana only held out for an half hour of healing before he began to let it regenerate. While this happened he assisted in changing bandages noticing that almost everyone had already been healed. This was an amazing feat and surely was only because of the experiences those who had healed for many years had.

A novice healer could not have been able to properly evaluate the injuries and use their skills and mana wisely to heal the most people. Some injuries were too large to fully heal and Required multiple treatments due to the healers mana restricting them. It was something once learned changed the efficiency and strategy of healing.