A Flat-Chest Believer Reincarnated in a World Where Women with Small Breasts Aren't Treated as Women ~ I Ended Up with a Flat-Chested Harem. - Chapter 30

Riding alongside Rita, we continued along the path. The horse trotted at a pace just about as fast as a human jog, which was ideal considering there were no further opportunities to change horses ahead.

After organizing the personnel back in Kanshura and generating 30 barrels of Holy Water, I left the rest in Risty and Kudell’s capable hands and set off toward the northern region, which was reportedly in the worst condition.

By now, treatment in Kanshura should have started, and other towns and villages would also be receiving either purification magic users or personnel carrying Holy Water.

“But how should we proceed…”

I murmured atop my horse.

The area I was assigned included one town and three villages, and there was a dilemma. If I started with the closest village and worked outward, the largest town, Pireneba, would be treated last.

If I prioritized the town, where the population was higher, I might save more lives overall. However, the time spent traveling couldn’t be ignored—people were dying while I was on the move. I wasn’t sure which approach, starting with the villages or the town, would ultimately save the most lives.

“It’s difficult…”

It seemed Rita had no good suggestions either. In any case, a decision had to be made.

“Let’s start with the villages. If I prioritize the town, the villagers might feel they’re being neglected. It’s better to begin nearby and avoid causing resentment.”

“Understood. We’ll take a right at the next fork in the road, then.”

Soon after, we reached the fork. The road to the right was narrower and more uneven, indicating we were heading toward an area with fewer people.

“I’ll take the lead.”

Since the road ahead was too narrow for us to ride side by side, Rita, who was also in charge of security, moved in front.

Her hair, tied into a ponytail, swayed rhythmically with the horse’s movements, almost in sync with the real horse’s tail just below it.

I took a sip from my waterskin filled with “self-replenishing magic water.”

This was water infused with raw mana before it had been shaped into a spell, allowing me to reabsorb a small amount of magic power. In essence, it was my own personal MP recovery potion. I had prepared it during the ride to Kanshura.

As I quietly observed the scenery and Rita’s back, we pressed on. Eventually, the first village came into view.

“There it is.”

“Yeah. Polunna Village, population about 200.”

The village had no walls or fences—just a cluster of houses, giving the place a quiet, almost sleepy atmosphere.

We rode into the village, though there was no obvious boundary marking its entrance. With houses flanking us on either side, it was safe to say we were inside.

Realizing we had entered, a man in his forties came out of one of the houses, looking anxious.

“Wh-Who might you be, sir?”

Judging by my attire, he seemed to understand that I was a noble. The man spoke in a voice tinged with unease.

“I’m Folca Gles Gustique. I’ve come at the request of Count Rendolf. Please summon the village chief.”

When I said that, the man made a troubled expression.

“Um… the village chief passed away yesterday from the plague… I’m his son, so I’ll hear your request on his behalf.”

“I see. I’ve come to deal with the plague. But don’t worry, I’m not here to burn down the village. I need to know about the current situation. How many have fallen ill, and how many are dead?”

“Y-yes… the number of sick keeps increasing, so I’m not sure of the exact count. But as of yesterday, more than half the village was incapacitated. As for the dead… I think there have been about 20.”

I see. With over half of the villagers sick, the situation is quite dire.

“I understand. I’m afraid I don’t have much time, as I need to visit the other villages as well. Have all the infected gathered in one place. I’ll treat them all at once.”

“Y-you’re a holy magic user?”

“That’s right. Now, please gather everyone quickly.”

“Y-yes! Right away!”

The man, who claimed to be the village chief’s son, ran through the village, repeatedly shouting, “Everyone, gather!” Soon, people began emerging from houses here and there.

It would take a bit of time to gather all the patients. In the meantime, I asked a nearby villager where the wells were located.

With half the village infected, there was a good chance the water supply was contaminated. I went around the village, casting purification magic on each well. It wasn’t long before the task was done.

Those who were able to walk staggered toward the gathering area, while others who were too weak were carried by their families. Eventually, a small crowd formed in what appeared to be the village’s central square.

“Lord, everyone has gathered.”

After a while, the village chief’s son said that. Indeed, it seemed there were about 100 people.

“Alright. I’ll use purification magic.”

Now, it was time for the tedious part.

I went around, placing a hand on each person and casting purification magic. For those who seemed to be in severe condition, I added a light healing spell as well.

Though I could have used a large-scale area spell to purify everyone at once, individual treatment was far more mana-efficient. Even with my abundant mana reserves, I had already used a significant amount to produce Holy Water, and the magic water in my waterskin was only enough for minor replenishment. Considering what was still ahead, I needed to conserve my strength.

I cast purification magic on a little girl, about eight years old, whose lips were trembling and had turned purple. Since she was still a child and her physical condition was a concern, I added a light healing spell. Her expression softened slightly. She gave a weak smile and said, “Thank you,” to which I replied, “You’ll be okay now.”

One by one, I purified the illnesses of about a hundred people. By the time I finished, some of the earlier patients had already started to stand up. A few came over to express their gratitude, though most just sat quietly, their faces still stunned from the ordeal. Given the village’s size, it was likely that almost everyone had lost at least one family member. Their silence was understandable.

But my work wasn’t done yet. There was still the risk that the homes of the infected had been contaminated.

“The houses will need to be purified as well. Let the patients rest for now.”

I made my way around the village, casting purification magic on each of the infected households. Purifying spaces took less mana and time than healing people, so I was able to complete the task relatively quickly.

I purified all 45 buildings and returned to the square. The patients were starting to look healthier, their color returning.

“Lord Folca, I’ve had the villagers prepare water pitchers.”

As I let out a sigh, Rita approached, carrying a wooden water pitcher. I generated water and imbued it with purification magic, filling the pitchers. Since this was specifically for the infection, unlike normal Holy Water, I didn’t include healing magic.

“To the chief’s son.”

He hurried over, looking tense as I handed him the pitcher.

“From now on, if any new cases arise, give them half a cup of this water to drink. Also, remember that vomit and excrement can spread the infection, so make sure to treat them with boiling water.”

The village chief’s son, visibly tense, accepted the water pitcher.

“Y-yes, I understand.”

“Alright. I’ll be heading to the next location.”

When I said this, the village chief’s son knelt on the ground, setting the pitcher beside him, and bowed his head deeply.

“Thank you so much, my lord. I truly thought this village was beyond saving. Thanks to you, I believe we can rebuild our lives.”

“No need to thank me; it’s only natural under Count Rendolf’s request. It will be tough from here, but hang in there.”

Responding as such, I mounted the horse again with Rita, and we resumed our journey. At the village entrance, the village chief’s son continued to bow his head deeply.

“Lord Folca, is your mana still alright?”

Rita asked in a voice filled with concern.

“I’ve used up quite a bit, but I can still manage.”

Now, we had some travel time ahead. In front of me, Rita’s ponytail swayed with the horse’s movements.