Suddenly, there a voice came from outside.

“Priest-sama, please come! Ivan has fallen from a roof!”

It appeared that a villager had accidentally fallen from a roof while doing repairs. Judging from the tone of the voice, it seemed to be quite a serious injury. In fact, when Vandalieu used Detect Life, there was one person with an unnaturally weak reaction.

“That is not good, we must tend to him immediately,” the priest said behind Vandalieu, standing up.

Vandalieu quietly left the jack-of-all-trades store. Perhaps because their attention had been drawn to the priest, nobody noticed him leave.

If he’s not dead, I think I can do something about it… Ah, it’s here.

Using Flight to rush to the place where the spell’s reaction had come from, he saw a man in his thirties lying limp on the ground and a woman with a large abdomen, a little younger than the man. There was also a child, smaller than Vandalieu.

“Honey! Hold on, the priest is coming now!”

“Daddy!” Daddy!”

Though his wife and son were clinging onto him, the man let out nothing but a groan in reply. His breathing looked labored. There was a thick shadow of death on his face.

This is a serious injury; it’s not his bones, it’s his organs… in the worst-case scenario, something might have even happened to his brain.

In such a situation, with Lambda’s medical treatment, it was hopeless. Magic might be able to do something about it, but this was the edge of the village. Vandalieu judged that he would likely die before the priest arrived… though that priest would likely be able to do anything other than shake his head unless he was a first-rate practitioner.

Of course, if Vandalieu used death-attribute magic, there was a high chance that he could save the life of this man named Ivan. The wife wouldn’t have to lose her husband, nor would the child in her abdomen and the child by the man’s side have to lose their father.

However, Vandalieu’s current objective was to “register at the Guild without attracting any attention, and then dash back to Talosheim.”

A child saving a life that could not be saved without high-level magic. That would attract plenty of attention.

To follow my original plan, or give into my emotions… It can’t be helped. I give up.

“Excuse me.”

With these words, a child quickly approached Ivan’s side and touched his body.

“Hieh?!”
“Uwah! Who are you?!”

The woman and child who hadn’t noticed Vandalieu’s presence were surprised, so Vandalieu said, “I’m the Dhampir that people are talking about in this village; my name is Vandalieu,” to introduce himself as he cast Spirit Form Transformation. In a way that they couldn’t see, he produced tentacles from the palms of his hands that were touching Ivan, fusing with Ivan and extending his spirit form into his body.

It was indeed the brain that was the problem. There was intracranial bleeding, and the blood that was pooling inside his head was creating pressure on his brain.

Absorb the accumulated blood with my tentacles. Regenerate the broken blood vessels with Healing Power Enhancement. After that, repair the cracks in his skull… This person has an aneurysm in the blood vessel near his heart. I suppose I’ll fix that while I’m at it. Ah, there’s a growth in his large intestine. It seems malignant, so I’ll remove that. His athlete’s foot… I might as well cure that as well.

“Hey, what are you…”

“Mommy, Daddy’s face is looking better!”

“Y-you’re right. Could it be that you’re healing him?”

“Ah, yes. Please wait a little longer,” said Vandalieu.

The man called Ivan had been in poor health. The image of a simple, slow life being a healthy one wasn’t true, at least in his case.

Vandalieu had done all of the medical treatment he could, so he returned the tentacles back to his body and undid his Spirit Form Transformation.

“Things will be alright now. He’ll likely open his eyes soon,” said Vandalieu.

Vandalieu had even fused his own stamina and nourishment with Ivan’s and expended it in order to heal him, so there was no way that he would stay unconscious. Vandalieu had taken up the blood that had accumulated in Ivan’s skull, but he would consider that as the treatment fee.

“Ugh, what… happened to me?” Ivan opened his eyes in the next moment.

“Honey!”

“Daddy!”

The woman and child embraced Ivan. It was a moving sight. This was what a household, a family, should be like.

“What is the meaning of this? Why are you here?” Ivan asked his family.

“I-Ivan?” said a man’s voice. “Just a moment ago, you were lying on the ground, looking like you were going to die! How are you looking so lively now?!”

Just as Vandalieu began feeling respect for Ivan for having built such a good household, the priest, village chief and the others had finally arrived.

Now if they could be fooled into thinking that Ivan’s condition had actually been nothing serious and that the man who had called for the priest had jumped to the wrong conclusion, everything other than Vandalieu being present could be resolved.

“This child, this child called Vandalieu, healed him! This child saved his life!” Ivan’s wife exclaimed.

Madam, honest women are well-liked.

“Now that you mention it, I had a dream. A scary god of death had grabbed my head… but before I knew it, there was a goddess patting my head instead. I see, so that must have been this child,” Ivan concluded.

Who are you calling a goddess?

And so, Vandalieu saved the life of a villager he had never met before, attracting a lot of attention to himself.