Ina Town, Blockade Line
"Please wait a moment, let the child relax."
Motan spoke softly to a pale-faced orc woman, then raised the cross in his hand and shook it gently.
The pale golden light of holiness gradually lit up on the cross, radiating waves of warmth, while Motan's pure black eyes also began to emit threads of halo.
The previously clear field of vision gradually became somewhat hazy, and the target Motan was looking at became increasingly blurred. The shivering orc child hiding in his mother's arms had transformed in his eyes into a hazy white silhouette.
[Thankfully, it's only malnutrition...]
Motan relaxed and lowered the cross, he smiled at the boy who gradually came back into focus, then nodded to the orc woman, "No problem."
"Thank heaven! Thank god!" The haggard orc woman burst into tears of joy, her legs giving way as she knelt on the spot, hugging her child tightly while whispering to Motan, "Thank you, honorable priest, thank you, thank you!"
