Crossover Fan Fiction / Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction / Tenchi Muyo Fan Fiction ❯ Reason And Accountability ❯ GAHBLENZ ( Chapter 48 )

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FORTY-EIGHT

 

 

GAHBLENZ

 

 

Please… help me… goddess? Any goddess at all!

 

I woke in another’s body. It has been some time since this last happened so there was a moment of shock as I took in the ogre towering above me. Then it grabbed me around the arms and torso and lifted me into the air. I have boobs, though I am getting pretty crushed right now. It laughed malevolently and leaned forward opened its mouth and took my left arm off, along with part of my shoulder and rib cage. This is not on, as the English say. I activated my healing magic, my automatic defensive magics, my flame cloak, and fast healed myself, even as my magic surged out of my small female body destroying smaller enemies in explosions of light and corrupting the arm of the ogre. He did not like that and screamed, my arm still in its mouth burning it from the inside as Holy Fire ignited the evil being. The arm stopped squeezing, turned black, and then burned, dropping me to the ground. I restored my arm and regrew the bones, tendons, vessels, muscles, fat, skin and finally fine blond hairs. I began dual casting Healing Bloom and watched the ogre collapse in flames before me. My magic surged outward and the shrieks of evil goblins rose in pitch before my holy light. A short elf rose from amid a circle of crisp blackened goblin corpses, and a fully armored knight got to its feet. A lizardman, we’ll call him Bob, stood up in a feather headdress and looked interested, even as a dwarf with a staff joined him.

 

“Well!” called out the dwarf. “You don’t see that every day, Priestess, when did you get all that fancy magic?” I guess that’s me.

 

“Eh… call this Divine Intervention,” I suggested. The blinked at that. Or I assume they did. The guy in the full armor just grunted.

 

“Looks like you killed all the GOBLINS,” he shouted the last word. I feel like I might be in a parody universe. “We should report our success to what’s her name.”

 

“The Sword Maiden, high priestess of the Earth Goddess,” corrected the dwarf. “The one with the funny sense of humor and blind jokes.”

 

“Right. Her.”

 

We exited the sewers and I let my flame cloak died down but enjoyed allowing my automated defenses killing hidden rats of unusual size, giant spiders, snakes, crocodiles, tapeworms, and basically purified the waters as we walked. I ranked up several levels as we went.

 

After bathing and checking for wounds I’d already healed, we put on fresh robes and reported to the Sword Maiden. She indeed was wearing a bandage over her wounded eyes so I healed her on the quiet.

 

“And then Priestess exploded and killed all the GOBLINS,” explained Goblin Slayer, which is both his name and job.

 

“Exploded you say. Is she alright?” asked the well endowed head priestess. I approached and stood close in front of her, reaching behind her head. Our boobs touched so this was actually more difficult that it might have been, and then removed the hair pin that held the bandage in place.

 

“See for yourself,” I answered in the soft voice of the girl whose body I was borrowing.

 

“Oh my,” said the priestess in shock. Then her expression shifted from wonder to concern.

 

“Who are you?”

 

“Just a visitor,” I answered. “Priestess panicked when the ogre revealed itself. She prayed for help from any god that could hear her. So one answered and sent me. Do you have any serious care injured? Missing limbs? Verge of death? Bad scars?”

 

“Of course. We are honored to be visited by a god’s champion,” the Sword Maiden said. Her eyes were pretty, even as my magic healed the last of her scars and restored her maidenhood. The final traces of taint from the goblins that used her was removed and her skin glowed with inner light.

 

“Your goddess takes purity very seriously. You should find miracles easier to access now,” I told her. She looked at her hands in wonder.

 

We went to a hospital ward, because the Earth Mother temple was a place of healing, a hospital where magic worked, and I cast wide area healing bloom, restoring thirty-two people from death’s door, both from illness and missing organs. The stench of the room lessened and the priestesses and acolytes tending them were shocked. We went to a women’s ward and healed another thirty survivors of goblin attacks, regrowing limbs, eyes, breasts, and repairing terrible scars. I needed a moment to rest after this, nearly out of mana.

 

An acolyte poured me a cup of water and I drank it, waiting to regain my mana pool and strength.

 

“Thank you for what you have done. Do you need sleep to regain your mana and try again tomorrow?” the Sword Maiden asked. The acolyte dropped the pitcher on hearing the familiar voice and realizing who it was with eyes. Broken crockery and water scattered across the floor and two acolytes gathered brooms and dust pans to clean up the fragments, shushing the startled woman.

 

“I gained my powers in a place that teaches how to restore mana in minutes. I am nearly recovered now.”

 

One of the girls cut her hand on pottery and just as quickly the wound sealed shut and vanished.

 

“Was that you?” asked the Sword Maiden.

 

“Yes. This skill is valuable in battle. Anything less than a true fatal blow heals if I merely stand a dozen paces away.”

 

“Doesn’t that prolong a battle? Healing your enemies would make everything worse,” she noted.

 

“Ah… well, a component of the spell detects intention, and enemies find the same magic does not heal, instead destroying them. It is very useful against evil and the undead,” I explained.

 

“Will Priestess know how to do this? Will she be able to repeat your feats of magic?” she asked me.

 

“I don’t know. Perhaps. In the past others have learned from my visitations, gaining my skills. She may be able to repeat them,” I considered. “As a Saint would.”

 

“Do you mean a Saintess?” asked the Sword Maiden.

 

“No, I mean a Saint. The word refers to women as well as men. You would not call a Baker a Bake-ess, or a Butcher a Butch-ess or a Farmer a Farm-ess. Why the ignorant keep doing that baffles me.”

 

“I see. I will regard myself as corrected,” the Sword Maiden replied, giggling.

 

“So now you can see the armor suit guy. Still like him?” I asked her.

 

“Goblin Slayer makes me feel safe. Even if he does shout all the time,” Sword Maiden answered.

 

“As you like. I think Priestess likes him too. It is about time for me to leave, so better show me the last wards,” I said. She lead me to the children’s ward and I healed a bunch of kids of missing limbs or eyes, then the mother’s ward, where I healed more assorted injuries en masse. Exhausted by the efforts.

 

“I can barely keep my eyes open.” I sank into a nearby chair. “Nice to meet you Sword Maiden. If we don’t meet again, good luck,” I said and passed out.