Fohl slowly lowers Atlas, and grasps her arms to steady her.
Well… I don’t think anything will come of this.
This may be a world of magic, but there are some wounds that won’t heal so easily.
“Naofumi-sama, if I may ask for your assistance.” (Atlas)
“Ah, got it.” (Naofumi)
She won’t be able to stand anyways. Someone with as weak a constitution as her won’t recover this fast.
… The Yggdrasil medicine can’t be that effective…
This old woman’s standing right in front of us.
Perhaps the medicine will work.
“Hup…” (Atlas)