Heroes From Other Worlds Who Don't Like To Fight
Chapter 72: Helief Grass
It was a city isolated from the outside.
The gate was closed very tightly and the usual noise before entering it was completely gone which turned into a silent atmosphere.
Astrea stopped the carriage one meter from the gate and Souma went down to see the atmosphere of the upper part which was the high wall. There will usually be guards around here but obviously no one does.
"So they decided to isolate the city instead of asking for help from outsiders" Astrea said, shrouded in sadness and despair from one who could not do much.
On the other hand Souma only gave a light question to change the direction of the conversation.
"How many people died?"
"Half of the people."
It was not a small amount considering how big the city was, Souma sent a little mana under his feet then walked on the wall as if he were walking on a flat road. Astrea was already not too surprised by what she did compared to everyone she knew better who Souma was.
The gate could only be opened from the other side because that was why Souma did this all.
From the open gate Astrea started to enter the carriage with herself and Souma jumped to sit beside her.
This city can already be called a dead city, even because too many people die everyone just ignores the bodies just like that to produce an unpleasant smell and a very bad view.
It is not strange if the disease grows here as well.
Their carriage stopped in the middle of the square and everyone who had been waiting for his death swarmed. Some of them would obviously be confused but upon seeing Souma they did something of a kind of paying their respects.
"I told you I'm not a god," Souma replied, he would feel bad for the goddess he knew if she replaced him. Let's put that aside.
Astrea greeted them with a speech of hers that was full of vigor.
"Don't worry about the inhabitants of this city, we are here to heal you. Here there is Souma, he will definitely be able to heal you, he will definitely be able to heal you, so I ask you to line up and let Souma check on you one by one."
They all had little life expectancy when one by one people checked by Souma, Men, women, old, young all done professionally.
"Please open your eyes, now your mouth."
For him he lives by what he wants and whatever they say will not change his own destiny.
After the ten people he examined, he finally reached a conclusion, the expression seemed to attract Astrea to ask.
"How's it?"
"They were all mostly food shortages but the rest weren't bad."
"Whatchu mean? Not that they're exposed to a contagious disease outbreak."
Everyone agreed with what Astrea said but Souma showed a sour expression now.
"Who is this fool who says it's a plague, you're obviously poisoned."
The statement was enough to make a big question in their minds, Souma did not want to drag on to make them curious so he continued his words.
"In the forest there's a weed called Helief, at first glance it's not poisonous but if you dry it and then burn it it it produces a poison that can make people breathless, first it feels like someone has asthma but over time it will make you lose lung and heart function."
"Impossible? If the whole city is poisoned how does everyone not realize it?"
That's a good question from Astrea.
"Fog Valley," Souma retorted silently for a moment and then went back to explaining.
"The city is basically adjacent to the mountains, so in the morning the cloud-like fog over the mountains will drop down until the city is completely covered, as it approached winter the mist created was thicker than usual and it was then that a group of people burned the Helief grass and fused it with mist."
Astrea was surprised by the statement until she hurriedly checked the data she had received earlier.
He finally realized something important.
All of them have in common the exact occurrence of the plague is really near the mountains.
