Free Isekai Reproduction Life with an Endangered Demi-Human Onee-san in the Forest of Certain Death ~My Mental Stat Is Pathetically Weak, But After Transferring, I’ll Live for Myself This Time~

Chapter 92: Fanatics Are Scary

“Fei-san, can you gather the sick?”

“The sick? What’s this about?”

Fei asks, puzzled, mid-bite of delicious Dai Orc hunter’s stew.

“I’ll heal them all with wide-range purification magic.”

“…Are you serious?”

He’s worried. Yeah, fair reaction.

“Dead serious. People are dying daily, right? Prioritize the worst cases.”

“…Kei-dono, we’re already deeply indebted—food, jobs. Plenty talk big, but no one’s like you. On behalf of the slum, thank you.”

“Uh, sure.”

He straightens and bows formally.

“But I can’t believe it. Healing magic exists, I know, but only high-ranking priests with expensive spells can use it. Wide-range purification? Only a god or their apostle could do that.”

Well, I can.

“I’m that apostle. Geos’s apostle. So, Fei-san, can you tell the slum’s boundary line by sight?”

His eyes go wide, bewildered. This is getting fun.

“Huh? Y-Yes, the slum’s old, and there’s a fence marking it off. But… apostle?”

Good, that’s clear enough. Perfect chance to boost Geos’s rep.

Hmm, waiting’s too slow. I decided to do it, so let’s move fast.

(If this flops, I’ll laugh.)

Nervous, I mentally set the purification range. Whoa, it’s pretty wide. Should work. A few casts will cover the slum.

(Putyuera, come down and lift me up. I’m purifying the slum from above.)

Sounds like a purge, but it’s not, okay?

(Won’t that stand out?)

(Can’t help it. Let’s go big and raise Geos’s and the demi-humans’ names.)

(Hehe, sounds fun. You’re acting like a proper demi-human contractor now.)

Her happy wing flaps echo through the channel. Is that what contractors do?

“Enemy attack!” Fei snaps into combat mode as Putyuera lands, her wind and presence intense.

“No, she’s my contracted demi-human. I told you, I’m Geos’s apostle, contracted to multiple demi-humans. When you join the faith, it’ll be explained, but keep it secret from Assembla.”

It’ll probably leak a bit, though.

Putyuera wraps me in wind, and we lift off.

“Whoa, I’m floating!”

“Oi, Boss Kei’s floating!”

“Boss, we’ll save you!”

Oops, forgot to tell the hyahhas. They’re freaking out. They went from glaring to calling me “Boss.” Nice, but… I’ll have Bestelta calm them.

…Wait, the contractor channel feels different. Deeper, somehow. Like I can connect more?

Snap.

(Huh?)

(Oh?)

(Yo?)

Whoa, multiple channels opened! Is this the Apostle of the Holy Breeding God effect? Awesome… or just a chatroom?

(Putyuera, you hear me?)

(Yeah! Bes, you hear? This Kei’s power?)

(Seems so.)

Sweet, super handy. I tell Bestelta to soothe the hyahhas.

“Whoa, what’s that, Big Sis?”

“It’s okay, right?”

Bestelta gestures to calm them, and they comply, confused.

Big Sis, huh? How’s that feel?

(It’s fine. Kei, go big. Putyuera, handle it.)

(Got it.)

We soar up, and I’m above the slum. Shabby buildings sprawl, enclosed by a fence—Fei’s boundary. Daylight’s light and shadow, wealth and poverty, divided.

Someday, I’ll tear it down.

“Putyuera! Set a soundproof wind barrier inside that fence! Keep the purification hidden too!”

“Right!”

A glowing dome briefly envelops the slum and vanishes. Crazy request, but my voice and the purification should stay contained.

“Amplify my voice inside the barrier!”

“On it!”

Her wind wraps me. Prep’s done.

“Oh, can you send my voice to Karin and the others too?”

“No problem… done.”

Putyuera’s clutch. Her adaptability’s unreal.

(Test, test. Hear me?)

(Loud and clear.)

Bestelta confirms. All good.

Now, what do you say in a speech? Getting nervous, but gotta do it, even if it’s clumsy.

(Hello, slum residents. Sorry for the suddenness. I’m Geos’s apostle.)

My voice echoes in the dome. Should work.

(My lord Geos mourns this slum’s plight—disease and misery festering in darkness. He commanded me to “clear the darkness and purify.”)

He didn’t say that, but close enough. Biblical vibe work? “My lord” feels off, though.

(By Geos’s power, I’ll restore light to this place. Soon, your diseases will vanish, and you’ll laugh with family again. But I have one request: join the Geos faith. As you know, past misunderstandings left Geos with few followers. Share your faith with him. In return, I’ll urge Geos to be your anchor and bring peace. Please consider.)

Polite but noncommittal. Feels scammy, but my hands are limited. I’ll help, of course.

(Fei-san will explain how to join. Don’t come to me directly—I can’t handle that. Come as a group.)

Gotta say it. Scattered visits would overwhelm me. Fei’s got the clout to organize.

One more thing.

(Even if you don’t join, I’ll purify your diseases. But don’t tell outsiders. This voice is blocked by an invisible barrier to avoid notice from other gods—ones who didn’t save you. If you break this promise, who knows what they’ll do. Keep it secret.)

Slam Assembla while I’m at it.

That’s it. Speeches suck. Half-threatening, but forgive me. I hear murmurs below. Super embarrassing. Let’s do this.

(Today, you’ll stop fearing disease. May Geos’s blessings protect you. Wide-Range Purification!)

FLASH!

Blinding light and warm sparkles shine above the slum.

They rise, merge with the sun, and shatter.

Like meteors, they rain down on the dark slum.

(So pretty!)

(Kei, do this for our date!)

They’re thrilled. Like a theme park.

…Isn’t this too flashy? It’s really hidden, right?

The sparkles fade, and an eerie silence blankets the slum. Let’s descend.

Wait, no one’s here? Half-eaten plates everywhere, like a ghost town. Kinda spooky… Oh, the slum’s sparkling clean! Purification hit dirt too. Shabby but polished houses. Crap, this is obvious. Oh well, whatever!

“…”

Fei’s alone, standing, smiling brightly. Creepy.

“Uh, Fei-san, where’s everyone?”

“They went home to check your words, Apostle-sama.”

Apostle-sama, huh?

“Look, they’re coming.”

The beastman boy Bestelta comforted is there with a gaunt woman.

“Big Brother!”

Nice, he got it right. Twenties are Big Brother, kid.

While I’m thinking, his eyes well up.

“Mom’s healed! Thank you! Waaah!”

He’s bawling.