How to Create a Farm with the All-Known Fantasy Book - 24: The Aselius Religion and the Next Guardian.

With everyone out, I had to move fast and take care of the burning building. It wasn’t going to take care of itself with the rate of water being poured in by the soldiers.

“Looks like everyone is out, Good. Orion, take your brother and sister home and get them treated properly, we’ll stay here and handle the fire.” said George.

“…No, I’ll stay and help.” said Orion. As it seems like he wanted to right his wrong in the matter.

But George only looked to him with a glare on his face.

“This isn’t the time for that! Listen to my orders and take care of your siblings!” shouted George.

“…Y-yes sir.” with a formal answer, Orion left with the others, along with Serena.

And with that, I brought out my elemental water crystal and started helping out by putting out the fire.

It took me and the rest of the soldiers trying to put out the fire about an hour before finally having to see that the fire has been put out. About half of the sparring house was damaged but it was good enough that it can be rebuilt.

“…Thank you for helping us, if you have any injuries, please have yourself checked at our home.” George invited to his home to get myself checked, and seeing as there was no need to deny it, I accepted.

“That would be great, thank you.” I said as I felt somewhat weak in the head. The smoke must’ve got to me.

With that, George was glad but somewhat auspicious. Knowing that we were both making our way to his home, I had him ride alongside me in the wagon.

“Thank you.” he said as he got on the back of the wagon.

And as we made our way, I was curious as to what happened while I was out to get the hail-mary plants.

“…What happened?” I asked, as I looked forward to the road.

“…” but George was a bit quiet.

“…Tyson failed with being accepted by the sword, yet he did not caused the fire. And the same goes for Sheila. Both of them may have been badly injured, but it wasn’t enough to cause a major fire. Instead…”

“…What happened?” I asked.

“…Orion, my eldest son, he froze when the sword was at his hand. Although he was able to open it, it felt like he was out of it…like he wasn’t himself.”

“…What does that mean? I mean, what do you think happened to him while he was holding the sword?” I asked, prying deeper to what has just happened.

“…We’ll only know if he confesses. But I won’t force it out of him.” he said as he turned to look at the sky with a reminiscent expression.

“…from the looks of it, it feels like he blames himself for the fire.” I said.

“…He does…Say, do you know what the Percival family is known for?” he asked.

“…Your strong soldiers?”

“Partly yes, but having strong soldiers can only come from a strong man who can lead them right. My father accomplished being a strong man, and I can say with full confidence that I too have achieved it, but…but being strong comes from the mind itself.”

“…”

“The Percival family was known for its strong mind and will. And to prove that you are of Percival blood, you come with a diversity of challenges and you conquer them as a Percival would.”

“Well, I guess…I mean if a man really wants to grow as a person, you have to go through life and to live life with what life gives you.” I say.

“And partly of what life gives are Challenges…if my son can figure out his mistake, and grow from it, he can prove himself to be a Percival…no, he can be a man” says George as looks to his house with a rather tired expression.

“Hmm, being a father must be rough, huh?” I asked sarcastically.

“Well, fatherhood is one of the things that makes a man…haha.” he said, giggling on the way.

After a while, we came to find ourselves in the back entrance of the house, there, his wife was waiting with a worried expression.

“I heard what happened, was anyone hurt?” asked his wife.

“No, no one was hurt.” said George as he got off the wagon.

“*Phew* Thank god, anyway, the doctor is waiting in the room, he has questions about our son Tyson and our daughter, Sheila. He looked rather worried.” said Alice.

“…Hmm, Shay, come with me. You said you would get yourself checked, follow me.”

As with what he said, I followed him inside the house.

By the time we entered a certain room where all of the sibling were gathered, along with Serena, I saw them with a shoocked expression.

“Ah, Mr. George, you’re here.” the doctor bowed his head in respect to him.

“What is the matter Doctor? Are my children fine?” he asked.

“Y-yes, about that. Master Tyson explained to me that they were hurt with a rather extreme case of burn, yet when they showed me the affected areas, I wasn’t really met with any burns at all. Master Tyson said that because of a certain fellow, he was able to heal his wounds. Tell me, who is responsible of this?” he asked.

“…Oh, can I see the wound?” asked George.

“Ah, certainly.”

With George’s orders, the doctor showed him the clean view of his children’s skin. They were not burned in the slightest.

“…” after seeing it, he turned to look at me with a furrowed look of concern, but he shook his head in doubt.

“Hmm, Doctor, can you leave the room and also the rest of the maids. Leave us to ourselves.” as George gave out his orders, the maids quickly aligned themselves and made their way out.

“B-but, what about my question? Who is responsible for healing the masters?”

“Leave Doctor, I do not want to spell out my orders again.” said George with a rather cold tone.

“A-h ,y-yes my lord.” after finally giving in to his lord’s words, he left the room with a conflicted expression.

All that was left in the room was me, George, his children and lady Serena.

As he stood and stared at the injuries of Sheila who rested by the beds, he turned back to look at me with a cold expression.

“Tell me Mr. Shay, have you heard of the tale of the saint?” he asked.

“Um, no.” I answer.

“Its a long story, but in summary, there was once a man who wandered the world. He came with the message to be heard for all the people, a message that came from his very god. The God of Health and Holiness.”

Hearing him spoke of this, one man came to my mind, and that man was Jesus.

“He came and healed the millions of sick for the exchange that they would hear his message. It was even once said that he came here in the Dragon’s Empire to heal the very foot of one of the most strongest Imperial Dragon there is known today. And as he healed him, the man became the fastest. He became a devotee to the God of Health and Holiness. And with that, his blessed foot continued to grow in the generations of his family. And this Family continued to worship this God. To a point that it’s influence grew and grew and grew…until it became one of the strongest powers of religions there is.”

“…What was the name of this religion?” I asked.

“…The Religion of Aselius.”

“…”

“And the Family who helped in growing this Religion here in this empire was the Whitney family.”

As he explained this, I quickly remembered that one of the Imperial Dragons was a woman who also had the same last name. My reaction was clear for George to see.

“.… Genevieve Whitney, one of the Imperial Dragons is a part of the Aselius religion. They called her a saint Dragon out of her very personality that embodies the nature of the Aselius Church. And as her role, she heals…just like the man who once spread the word of his god through out the world.”

“Now then, are you curious as to why I told you this story?” he asked.

“No, not really.” I said.

“It was because I saw you heal my sons burn with your empty hands. This only leads me to believe that you are a part of the Aselius Religion.”

“W-what? No, I’m not a part of some religion.”

“…You do not believe in God?” he asked.

“…No, I believe in God, but I don’t worship any…I’m not in any religion.” I said. And by saying those, George Sighs in a unsure manner.

“Then tell me, How is it that you who does not believe in a God in this world is blessed with the properties similar to that of a Saint. If anything, you must be similar to Genevieve herself.”

“No I-” but before I could speak out, Serena suddenly stands up in a surprising manner, and all eyes were on her.

“…You still have the Hail Mary plant don’t you?” she said in a surprised manner.

“…I do.” I answered.

“…How? How is it still alive?” she asked. And her shaky voice was clear of her emotion at that moment. She was nervous to find the truth behind the plant’s survival.

Knowing that the Hail-Mary plant dies in a couple of hours after being plucked from the ground, even if it was re-planted, it will never grow to survive. It relies in the nutrients of its placed area. If someone were to even dig up the area around the plant without disturbing its roots, it would still not survive if replanted with a great amount of soil. Transferring it would still do the amount of damage. A lot of people considered this plant to be a miracle that helps people, but its sensitivity to being replanted was an issue. With only a lifespan of a couple of hours, the people branded this plant as a Lucky Find with no value other than the hours it has.

And yet, right now, as Serena stood in front of Shay with a furrowed look of curiosity, she knew for a fact that he had already dug the plant out days ago, yet still to this day, it has been living in the barrel of his. She needed to find an answer for its survival.

“…I-”

But before I could answer, the door behind me suddenly opens in a great force, and there behind it, George’s mother stood behind me with an eager look.

“…”” everyone was surprised why she came here.

“…Mother? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be resting?” asked George.

But his mother ignored his question and she turned to look at me and bowed in respect.

“…Boy, please, follow me.” she said.

“…” but I turned to George, wondering what I should do.

“…D-do as she says.” he said, worried.

“B-but, Shay what about my question!?” shouted Serena.

“…I-” but being cut off again, George’s mother grabs my shoulder and she looked at me as if telling me to not say anything.

“…” and in the end, I did not spoke.

“…Girl, follow.” as she spoke those words, clearly it was meant for Serena to be heard.

“!?” and to her surprise, she nervously followed me from behind and we went out of the house.

“…” George remained inside with his sons and daughter, not going against his mother’s orders. while we went to follow her to a certain place in their territory.

“…Say, can you now tell me the reason?” she whispered as we walked.

“…Ah, right, actually-” but as I spoke, the grandmother suddenly stops at a very lovely looking greenhouse.

“…this is my Darling’s.” she said.

And her speaking of her Darling made me realize that this was owned by the past patriarch, Vendigo Percival himself.

“…My Darling loves to plant…and he would take me here to show his work.” as she spoke, a smile gently creeps from her face. It was clear that she too cherishes this place.

“…Why did you take us here madam?” I asked.

“Please, come inside.”

As she opened the door, we were meet with a various sight of plants all over the place.

And here, out in the distance, I saw the sword hilt that once belonged to Vendigo. The sword hilt I found in the forest.

“…You, please, can I ask a favor?” she said as she turned to look at me.

“…What is it?” I asked.

“Please, plant this seedling down.” she handed me a single piece of seed that could be anything, yet seeing as there was no harm in doing so, I nodded my head.

When I went to grab the seed, she also handed me a gardening tool used to dig dirt from the ground.

As I dug down with a moderate level of deepness, I placed the seed and buried it with a careful touch.

“…can I ask why you asked me to do this?” I wondered.

“…I want to see if you have the same gift as my Darling’s.” she spoke.

“…!?” and not before long, Serena saw the ground bud with a sapling in just mere minutes of waiting.

“W-what the!?” she was obviously surprised by this, and as it happened, Madam looked to me with a smile on her face.

“It is true after all…you, you have the potential to become its guardian.”