However, Ariel didn't have much time to chat with Celitia—she still had several households of key concern to visit.

"If you have time, please help out as well."

After saying this, Ariel hurried away.

Not far off, the priests were setting up temporary wooden sheds for distributing food and medicinal materials. Quite a few people had already formed lines, urgently needing order to be maintained.

So Celitia went to the queue for distributing medicinal materials and began working busily alongside the priests.

Before long, someone suddenly came running over in a hurry. While still a good distance away, he was already shouting loudly to the priests in the wooden shed:

"Please, save my wife! Please!!"

He was carrying an unconscious woman on his back, pushing through the outer crowd and forcing his way into the shed.

Grabbing the priest closest to him, the man refused to let go no matter what.

"What's wrong?"

Father Cel, who was organizing the distribution of medicinal materials, immediately heard the man's plea for help and rushed to his side.

Seeing the woman's ashen face, Father Cel frowned.

"Quick! Everyone come help!"

Father Cel took the woman from the man's back, and the priests hurriedly used cloth for wrapping medicines to make a bed, helping the priest lay the woman down.

Father Cel chanted in a low voice, and faint white light surrounded the woman's entire body.

Under the effect of the healing spell, the woman's ashen complexion improved slightly.

"Goddess be praised!" The man who brought her sighed with great relief upon seeing this. "Thank goodness the priest is here today."

Before he could be happy for long, as the healing spell ended, the woman's complexion changed again.

She struggled to sit up, clutched her stomach, and began vomiting violently to the side, spitting up a mass of foam mixed with fragments that had an eerie bluish-green color.

Father Cel looked up and asked: "Did she suffer internal organ damage, or did she eat something and get poisoned?"

"We went to the nearby mountain today," the man said, "that Mount Minu, looking for something to eat on the mountain..."

Before he could finish, Father Cel turned and shouted: "Ted! Quickly call Ted over!"

"Doctor Ted isn't here," someone responded. "He had something to do today and didn't come to the relief activity."

Father Cel asked: "What about other doctors? Didn't even one come this time?"

Healing spells could indeed keep the woman alive, but if the internal problem wasn't solved, she couldn't be saved.

He couldn't maintain the healing spell indefinitely—Father Cel himself would collapse from exhaustion first.

The priests present looked at each other, and no one dared to speak up.

This relief activity focused mainly on distributing charitable supplies and hadn't specifically arranged for doctors to join the team.

Celitia happened to be nearby, staring thoughtfully at the bloody foam the woman had vomited up.

She walked to the woman's side, crouched down, picked up one of the fragments from the bloody foam, and examined it carefully.

"I might know what's going on," Celitia said. "How about letting me take a look?"

"Are you a doctor?"

Father Cel looked up in surprise, but after seeing the girl's face, obvious disappointment immediately appeared in his eyes.

"Forget it, go get Lady Ariel, and we need to find a doctor quickly too!"

The healing spell activated again, and faint white light enveloped the woman's body.

Father Cel had no intention of giving up his position to Celitia, saying only lightly:

"Young lady, wanting to show off isn't a bad thing, but don't choose this moment for it."

The girl's face was too young and tender—she looked like a child who hadn't grown up. Father Cel didn't think she could be of any use at all.

Maintaining the highest intensity healing spell to stabilize the woman's condition, fine beads of sweat appeared on Father Cel's forehead.

Seeing this, Celitia could only helplessly give up on convincing Father Cel and turned to ask the woman's husband:

"You just said you went to Mount Minu to look for food. What exactly did you eat? Think carefully."

The man answered: "It's winter now, so there isn't much food to find. We accidentally entered a cave and found some fruits there. I don't really recognize them..."

Not recognizing them but still daring to eat them randomly, Celitia thought to herself. Fortunately, the two hadn't blindly eaten poisonous mushrooms, or they might have both died there.

While the man was struggling to describe the food they had eaten, Ariel hurried over.

"Take a rest, Father Cel."

Kneeling beside the woman, Ariel examined her condition.

"She seems to have been poisoned by some rare poison I've never seen before," Ariel asked. "Who brought her here? Tell me about your situation."

The man quickly repeated what he had just told Celitia, his face full of confusion.

"I clearly ate the same things she did—why don't I have any reaction?"

By this time, Celitia was seventy to eighty percent certain: "Your wife drank from the mountain spring, didn't she?"

The man looked up in surprise: "How did you know?"

"That's it then." Celitia nodded. "Mount Minu has a relatively rare fruit called lansang fruit that only bears fruit in winter. When not fully ripe, it's blue-green in color and isn't poisonous by itself. But in the spring water there, there's an even rarer parasite. This bug really likes to eat lansang fruit, and when the two meet, the bug undergoes a mutation. It produces intense poison and devours the host's flesh and blood to catalyze itself and accelerate its growth..."

"This is completely unheard of," Father Cel said incredulously. "Lady Ariel, have you heard of this?"

"It really is an extremely low-probability event," Celitia shrugged. "I wonder if this lady had very good luck or very bad luck?"

Father Cel still didn't quite believe it: "Then how do you know about this?"

"Well..." Celitia awkwardly fell silent.

Why did she know?

Because Celitia had once been this unlucky too.

Fortunately, at that time she had been lucky enough to encounter a famous doctor who was collecting herbs on the mountain and successfully saved her life.

After learning the cause from that renowned physician, Celitia had even angrily crouched by the spring for several days until she finally caught that bug and made it into a specimen for her collection.

Ariel pondered: "Do you know the cure?"

"Lady Saintess, are you really going to listen to her?" Father Cel said urgently. "I think it would be more appropriate to wait for a doctor to arrive."

While they were talking, despite the healing spell sustaining her, the woman's complexion was getting worse and worse. Blue blood flowed from the corners of her mouth, and her struggles were becoming weaker.

In her current state, even if she lasted until a doctor arrived, it might be too late to save her.

"Since you're speaking so confidently, you should know the cure, right?"

Ariel quickly made her decision, staring at Celitia. "What needs to be done, what materials are needed—I'll have people prepare them immediately."

Father Cel still disagreed: "Lady Ariel, this—"

"Shut up!" Ariel turned and glared at him. "If anything happens, I'll take responsibility!"

Father Cel had no choice but to close his mouth.

In his view, trusting Celitia was far too risky.

As long as they kept the woman alive until a doctor arrived, even if they ultimately failed to save her, the church would have fulfilled its responsibility.

But if they killed her in the process of treatment, the consequences would be different.

If these impoverished people among the poor became desperate and caused a scene at the church's door, trying to extort money, that wouldn't look good.

Well, since Ariel had already said she would take responsibility...

With this thought, Father Cel chose to remain silent.

Glancing at Father Cel's expression and seeing through his thoughts, Celitia only smiled faintly.

"There is a way. I need some medicinal materials and alchemical materials—they shouldn't be hard to find."

Celitia listed a series of material names and winked at Ariel.

"Go prepare them quickly!" Ariel made the final decision.

Most of the materials Celitia mentioned were available among the medicinal materials the relief team had brought this time.

The few that weren't available weren't rare items either and could be bought at pharmacies.

The only valuable thing was the magic crystal stone, but that was never a problem for Ariel.

"Why do you need alchemical materials too?" Father Cel couldn't help asking.

"Because if I directly perform transmutation on the medicinal materials, it will take effect faster. She can't wait any longer in her current state," Celitia explained.

Father Cel said: "But there shouldn't be any alchemists in our team this time."

Alchemists weren't rare, but they also weren't something you could just randomly find in a crowd.

Celitia smiled: "I am one."

Father Cel was stunned and looked at Celitia with even more incredulous eyes.

"Stop spacing out and come help!"

Even Ariel was struggling to hold on at this point and couldn't help shouting at Father Cel.

Father Cel quickly replaced Ariel and continued maintaining the healing spell for the woman.

The priests were very efficient and quickly brought over the materials Celitia needed.

Sorting the various medicinal materials by category, Celitia first picked up plant ash and began drawing an alchemical circle on the ground.

After completing the spell formation, she placed the magic crystal stone and activated the transmutation circle.

The formation operated, light flowing, and Celitia picked up the medicinal materials one by one and threw them in.

In the dazzling light, the medicinal materials were refined by the transmutation circle's effects and transformed into two piles of powder.

Pouring the powder into prepared water cups and stirring slightly, watching the powder blend with the water to form a medicinal liquid, Celitia first picked up the first cup.

Supporting the woman lying on the ground, Celitia reached out to pinch her jaw, pried open her mouth, and carefully poured the medicinal liquid inside.

The woman instinctively swallowed. Before long, she suddenly struggled, painfully clutching her abdomen and bending over to vomit violently.

Even though Celitia was prepared, she couldn't completely avoid it and was vomited on.

Having no time to care about such things, Celitia stared at the vomit on the ground and, as expected, discovered a swollen, enlarged blue bug.

"Is that it?" Ariel asked.

Celitia nodded. Seeing that the woman had mostly finished vomiting, she gave her a cup of clean water to rinse her mouth, then handed her the second cup.

"Drink this down. After you finish it, you'll be fine."

The woman wiped her mouth, took the cup, and without hesitation gulped it all down in one go.

With the coordinated treatment of the healing spell, sure enough, her complexion had improved considerably.

Seeing his wife out of danger, the man immediately knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly to Celitia:

"Thank you, miss, for saving her life! Thank you!"

"Don't just thank me," Celitia moved half a step to the side. "The Saintess and Father Cel also helped conscientiously."

The man immediately continued his prostrations: "Thank you, Saintess! Thank you, Father!"

Ariel breathed a sigh of relief, ended the healing spell, and wiped the sweat from her forehead: "It's good that she's fine."

Father Cel stared at the bug for a long time, carefully picked it up, his expression quite complex.

Throwing the bug into a water cup and covering it with a lid to take back for research, Father Cel turned to look at Celitia, his expression now showing complete conviction.

"I didn't expect that despite your young age, your knowledge would be so extensive, and that you're also an alchemist. My vision was too narrow—I nearly misjudged you."

"Actually, it was a lucky coincidence," Celitia spread her hands. "After all, people as unlucky as me—er, as unlucky as that lady are quite rare."

"Are you a newcomer who just arrived at the church recently? What's your name? Are you planning to become a monk, or dedicate yourself to the goddess and become a cleric?"

Father Cel fired questions like a machine gun, very interested in Celitia.

"Well..." Celitia's smile was becoming hard to maintain.

"Alright, Cel, she's neither a monk nor a priest—she's my guest."

Ariel gave him a look. "We've been delayed for quite a while, and there's still work to finish here. You all should hurry and continue."

"Fine..." Father Cel was somewhat reluctant to let it go.

The man carried his wife away with countless thanks, the priests cleaned up the scene, and the distribution of medicinal materials resumed operation.

"Thanks to your help this time."

As Ariel spoke, her gaze moved down from Celitia's body and gradually frowned.

"It's nothing, just lending a hand," Celitia said. "Don't you still have unfinished business? Go ahead and take care of it. I'll continue helping here."

Ariel didn't pay much attention to what Celitia said, her gaze still fixed on Celitia's outer robe.

Since she wasn't an official member of the church, Celitia had asked Pierre for a black monk's robe, worn it over her dress, and secured it with a belt—at first glance, it looked quite authentic.

But now, that monk's robe was completely filthy.

Dirty to this extent, even Ariel couldn't stand it, let alone Celitia who already had a cleanliness obsession.

Yet she hadn't said anything at all.

When helping that poisoned woman, she hadn't minded the filth on her body at all, and when vomited on, she showed no resentment whatsoever.

Even many devout priests couldn't achieve this.

"Come with me."

Ariel took Celitia's hand without explanation and dragged her to a corner of the medicinal materials shed.

Forcibly cornering Celitia, Ariel casually removed her cloak and began unbuttoning her outer robe.

Her clothing was different from Celitia's—the outermost layer was a cloak, the middle layer was the Saintess robe, and the innermost layer was what Ariel usually wore.

While unbuttoning, Ariel said to Celitia: "Take it off."

Celitia looked completely bewildered: "What?"

What was this about?

Her brain was somewhat frozen.