To Hell with Being a Saint, I’m a Doctor
Chapter 79: Move (3)

Chapter 79: Move (3)

With his terrifying words, the orcs fell asleep.

He put all the surrounding orcs to sleep in preparation for any unforeseen circumstances.

He did this because if they thrashed about and dust got into their wounds, it would be a headache.

For Ray, killing the orcs was not an option, so he took care of them in his own way.

Of course, there was no need to reopen the wound. He surrounded his finger with mana and sharpened the tip.

When he pricked the orcs large forearm with that finger, blood started to bead.

The blood did not clot immediately, but it also did not flow out excessively.

He controlled his strength and pricked a few more spots.

The blood was as transparent as he had anticipated. If it was a certain thickness, it could serve as a magnifying glass like a cows eyeball.

The problem was the diopter. Just as glasses have a diopter, artificial lenses also have a specific diopter.

However, there was no medical device in this other world to measure that diopter.

Therefore, he had no choice but to create a few more artificial lenses with varying thicknesses.

He did not know exactly what would fit Eclairs eye.

He could only make rough guesses; inserting an artificial lens with a different diopter might cause more complicated problems.

Finally, the experiment was in its final stages. Tension naturally filled Rays face.

Gulp-

He swallowed, watching with a mix of worry and anticipation.

If this worked, he would be able to create the artificial lens he so desired.

And then he could fix Eclairs eye.

Before long, the blood stopped. It was natural since he had only pricked it slightly for the experiment.

Ray looked at the wound intently.

The orcs blood did not fall to the ground; instead, it maintained its form on the forearm, hanging in a semi-solid state.

A smile appeared on Rays lips.

Its a success.

Ray placed the orcs blood in a specially processed leather pouch.

He had cleanly healed the remaining wound, which wasnt even significant enough to be called a scratch.

He canceled the magic on the orcs and hurriedly left the Gehel Mountains, heading towards Selonia.

He was now able to make the artificial lens! He could fix Eclairs eye!

With that joy, Rays steps became light.

They were so light that he covered the distance that had previously taken half a day to travel in just four hours.

The first thing he did upon arriving in Selonia was to replace Eclairs mansion.

The mansions knights bowed to Ray as though they were familiar with him.

Did you just arrive?

The greeting was almost like one a house owner would give.

It seemed as though the house belonged to both Eclair and Ray.

Ray casually received the knights greeting and entered the mansion.

He didnt bother to greet Eclair.

After all, they had always been informal with each other. There wouldnt be an issue if he didnt greet her.

More importantly, it was time to concentrate on making the artificial lens.

Ray shut himself in Eclairs lab.

There was enough orc blood to make the artificial lens.

Ideally, the lens should have been made of a type of acrylic glass called Perspex for optimal performance, but since he didnt know how to make or replace Perspex, he had to use the orc blood as a substitute.

He had discovered by chance that the blood of an orc, which had been transplanted with tissues from other species, turned transparent.

Now, the task at hand was to determine the shape.

Imagining a small lens, Ray took out a piece of wood.

He had already measured the size of the artificial lens beforehand.

Ray began to carve the wood block without any hesitation.

Swooosh- Swooosh-

Normally, there would have been a distinct cutting sound.

But the only sound that could be heard was as if paper was rubbing against each other.

This was because an immense density of mana was infused in the carving knife as he carved.

Fortunately, there were sculptors in this other world; otherwise, he would have had to create the carving knife himself.

Lens lens

He continuously imagined the shape of the lens while carving the wood block.

A concentration akin to that of a demon unfolded without interruption.

By the time evening fell, and he entered the mansion, he didnt put down the carving knife until the sun rose again.

Are you still doing this?

Eclair looked at Ray with a bored expression.

She knew that he had returned the day before, and shook her head at the sight of him holed up in the study, carving wood for an entire day.

Truthfully, she had no idea what he was doing.

Something about artificial lenses and diopters, but she needed to understand what that meant.

However, he quietly continued to carve the wood.

And the result was noticeably good.

The first carved wood block had some rough edges and didnt quite resemble a hemisphere, but now, the ones he was carving were smooth hemispheres even under close inspection.

Moreover, his concentration was so intense that his eyes looked the same as when he started, even after carving dozens of them.

He finally finished carving the wood he was working on and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand.

To anyone watching, he might as well have been a professional sculptor.

Phew have you arrived?

She had been there for quite some time.

Yeah. I arrived, you guy. What on earth are you trying to do by carving wood? Not satisfied with being a saint and trying to be a sculptor?

Ray chuckled at her joke.

Ill show you now. What Im about to do.

Huh?

She tilted her head in confusion as he showed her a small pouch.

Ray grinned and said,

This will be the material to fix Miss Eclairs eyes.

Their movements were neither fast nor slow.

In two days, the Holy Kingdom would fall into their hands.

And then, they would swallow the surrounding kingdoms, including the Holy Kingdom.

Just thinking about it made the man in the brown robe lick his lips and giggle.

Not much time is left. The day I will have the continent in my hands.

How many days did he operate in the shadows?

He raised assassins, and magicians ostracized him.

In his youth, magicians who proudly lived their lives were no different from him, so why was it that only he could not?

Out of rebellion, he turned to black magic. But he never imagined that because of that, he would be in a position to look down upon the Holy Kingdom.

Now he could take his revenge.

On those haughty royal magicians of the palace who insisted on their own magic.

If the Holy Kingdom fell, the surrounding countries would prepare in their own way, but it would be futile.

Because monsters existed in their countries as well.

If he controlled the monsters from the inside and pressed them with military force from the outside, even the Leshian Empire would be in a difficult position.

And there were not just one or two of such forces, but five of them.

No kingdom can stop us.

Even if they formed an alliance, it would be meaningless if we attacked before they had the time to unite.

Moreover, the surrounding kingdoms were in a rush to expand their borders. In such a tense situation, how could they unite?

The man in the brown robe chuckled and looked at the distant mountains.

An alliance It would be amusing to see these insects struggle together.

Joining forces would not stop us.

Krrr- krrr-

The sound of rattling and wailing echoed from behind the man in the brown robe.

The appearance of skeleton soldiers with incredibly thick bones emerged.

The knights in cloaks and armor wielded large swords, even their horses were armored skeletons.

On one side, quietly flying and wailing women floated.

Anyone who saw this would be terrified.

The walking dead and floating spirits were clearly the work of a black magician, a necromancer.

It was because of these necromancers that the magic era ended.

In front of these necromancers, who endlessly turned the dead into their allies, the magicians with limited mana had no way to resist.

Moreover, the Deathknight who protected the sorcerer was so strong that even aura users couldnt face him lightly.

An opponent who was the strongest in both ranged and melee combat.

There were those who wielded divine power against the necromancer, but their numbers were few. If they died, that was the end.

The overwhelming force of the army and the pouring black magic.

In that nightmare, the magic era ended.

The black magicians and necromancers disappeared and were not seen again. Some argued that they were gathering power and that all black magicians should be killed, but that was a minority opinion.

As time passed, the pain of the past diluted, and those who didnt want to waste their energy on a futile task dismissed the argument.

At that time, the magic world knew that black magicians still existed, but their power was ridiculously weak compared to the past, so they were left alone.

They believed they could crush them if necessary.

But did they ever imagine?

What the black magicians were planning then.

They planned to eliminate the Holy Kingdom first.

If the Holy Kingdom disappeared, there would be no force that could stop them.

Even if he acted alone, he could easily destroy a small kingdom or two.

The five peaks of the black magic world, including himself.

As they moved their forces and attacked the Holy Kingdom, there was no way for others to stop them, even if they knew.

He looked forward to two days later.

What would the worlds reaction be? How would the continent react as they destroyed kingdom after kingdom?

What would those who scorned them think when they were obliterated by their tremendous power?

Kekeke.

He laughed unknowingly.

The thought of being able to reveal himself to the world filled him with joy.

But there was something he didnt know.

The magicians dealt with mana that they scorned, thinking they couldnt be opponents to necromancers like themselves. There was a different existence in the Holy Kingdom.

Even a necromancer who could endlessly resurrect the dead couldnt compare to the magic of unlimited mana that freely used the atmospheres mana.