Thomas: The Reincarnated Person Who Became the Adopted Child of a Knightly Noble Family
▽▽▽ Side: Tarimun ▽▽▽
The order has finally been given to attack the Holy Kingdom of Catrius!
Those frauds who claim the name of God must be eradicated. There is only one true God—Deuro-sama. That’s what the Apostle told us.
I fed my tamed wyvern some meat, secured the saddle, and completed my preparations.
“I’m counting on you, Irish.”
My wyvern is apparently female, so I named her Irish—after my late grandmother.
“Captain Tamlin. Everyone is in position.”
“Good.”
I’ve been a temple knight for two years now, but I still wonder why I was chosen as the captain of the First Wyvern Knight Squadron of the Deuro Temple Knights. The Apostle preaches meritocracy, but I don’t believe I have the qualities of a captain. Still, if the Apostle says I am capable, I must live up to that expectation.
“Listen up, everyone!”
Our unit is called the “Wyvern Knights”—a name given by the Apostle. There are twenty of us in total. Ten are tamers, and the other ten are either mages or archers.
“The battle to crush the hated Catrius faction begins now!”
Everyone here shares a common background. Each of us bears a grudge against the priests of Catrius.
“Those who oppressed, exploited, and murdered our families will face divine retribution! Do not fear death! Deuro-sama is with us! Punishment upon Catrius! Glory to Deuro-sama!”
“Punishment upon Catrius! Glory to Deuro-sama!”
“Move out!”
“Yes, sir!”
Everyone mounted their wyverns. Behind me, my co-rider, the mage Erin, climbed onto the saddle. She’s the same age as me—seventeen—with blue hair, and she’s ranked A as a mage. To be honest, she’s more qualified than me to be captain, but that’s not how things turned out.
“Seatbelt secure?”
“All good.”
Erin’s firm voice reassured me.
“Irish, take off.”
“Kyaoo.”
With a strong flap of her wings, Irish lifted off the ground. She soared higher with each beat, ascending into the vast blue sky despite the scattered clouds.
Our primary mission is to escort transport and medical units. Depending on the situation, we might also handle supply transport. I wish we could strike directly at Catrius, but as long as its destruction is ensured, I can live with it.
The Apostle said Catrius could be destroyed without direct confrontation. I’ve come to understand that there are many ways to contribute.
“Just wait—we’re coming to wipe you out.”
Picturing the fall of Catrius, I felt a smirk creeping onto my face.
No, I must stay focused. This is only the beginning.
▽▽▽ Side: Shamy ▽▽▽
Yesterday, Bald’s army was summoned. The invasion of the Holy Kingdom of Catrius is finally underway.
The Bald Territory forces will mainly provide logistical support. Duke Bayerlein said it’s because if Toma takes the front line, he’ll steal all the glory. Oh, by the way, Duke Bayerlein is Toma ’s uncle, not the former duke.
I’m in charge of the medical unit. My job is to lead the members of the Rocksfall Marquis family, who specialize in light and water magic, to treat the wounded.
On a scorching summer day, we set out from Bald Territory.
For Toma , the invasion of Catrius carries a deeply personal meaning. That country kidnapped his mother. As a result, Lady Alyusha lost her memory. I can’t even begin to imagine what she went through.
If I were in her place, I don’t think I could have endured it. Lady Alyusha is incredibly strong.
We traveled by boat from Bald Territory. The scenery barely changed, but the breeze on the river was refreshing.
Following the river would lead us directly into the Holy Kingdom of Catrius. Before that, we were scheduled to rendezvous with other allied forces.
After seven days, we finally made landfall. I feel a little lightheaded—maybe it’s the transition from the river to solid ground.
As soon as we landed, Toma was called to a war council. Meanwhile, I decided to look after any unwell soldiers.
With an army of thousands, there are bound to be some sick or injured people.
…Or so I thought.
“Wait, why is every single Bald soldier in perfect health…?”
Oh, right.
“I forgot—they’re all high-level fighters.”
As people level up, their bodies become more resilient. Nearly all the Bald soldiers had trained extensively, and most were above level 200.
If there are no sick or injured soldiers, then I should treat the local civilians instead.
“If there are any ill or injured people, please bring them here. If they cannot be moved, I will go to them.”
But no one came forward.
“The priests of the Deuro Temple have already healed everyone. There are no sick or wounded!”
“R-Really…?”
I have nothing to do.
No, wait—this is absurd! There’s no way everyone is perfectly fine!
I know the priests are working hard, but this is ridiculous!
This is all thanks to Toma .
He revolutionized healing magic. We used to cast spells vaguely, simply wishing for people to recover. But Toma taught us that a deeper understanding of diseases and injuries, along with a clear vision of the healing process, dramatically enhances the effectiveness of magic.
We took his words to heart and studied human anatomy.
The results were astonishing. Diseases that were once untreatable suddenly became curable.
Word of this spread across the Deuro Temple network. Priests from all over came to the Bald Territory’s temple to learn. Even Sir Dardale retired to teach them, and somehow, even the former pope ended up as an instructor. Thanks to them, the healing abilities of the Deuro Temple priests improved dramatically.
Sir Dardale and the former pope are currently co-writing a healing magic manual. Toma called it the “Kaitai Shinsho” (New Book of Anatomy), but he never explained what that meant.
The priests’ enthusiasm isn’t just because of the improved magic. They believe that the more they serve the people, the more their rank will rise.
I started as a Rank C healer. Now, I’m Rank S. In my case, I owe it all to Toma , but the other priests have also been ranking up.
It’s almost like a dream.
