As things calmed down in the wake of the Mazoku’s departure, Suimei shifted to the task that had been awaiting him.
Healing. While there were other magicians capable of restorative magic, their knowledge of these was only on par with Suimei. Adding in the knowledge of curative magic he’d brought from his own world, his abilities far surpassed theirs.
“Whew. With this, we’re done,” he sighed, having finished up with the last person who had needed to be healed.
Because healing wasn’t his specialty, there were still some places where he could stand to improve, but his self-evaluation of his healing ability was still rather high.
The guard he had just healed swung his arm a few times in test as he thanked him, “Sorry about this, Mage onii-san.”
“Not at all, this is what I’m here for, after all.”
At this answer, the guard laughed happily.
“Still, you’re pretty amazing. That magic you used just now healed my wound without even leaving a scar, and I can even use my arm right away. I’ve never seen such a perfected healing technique.”
“It’s not common to be able to move the affected body part after healing?”
“That, huh. Well, with small wounds, sure, but not with larger ones. That’s common knowledge, right?”
“Huh.”
That was unexpected.
From what he’d said, Suimei surmised that the restriction was due to the fact that mages were only healing what they could see. Although the visible wound was healed, that nevertheless did not mean the healing had been complete.
“Is that not how you’re doing it?”
“You could say that.”
Suimei gave an ambiguous reply.
When it came to this issue, further investigation was warranted.
On a different note.
“—Is it just me, or has it gotten really noisy over there?”
A little ways off merchants and guards were gathered and were making a racket.
“…Yeah. Maybe we’re about to leave? Would that be why?” the guard guessed unconcernedly.
From what Rajas had said, his Mazoku soldiers had already begun to gather. This wasn’t the time to be leisurely taking their time, they needed to leave.
This clamor though, what was causing it?
“Well, your healing’s already finished, so why don’t we go take a look?”
“Sure.”
His back to the guard, Suimei headed in the direction of the racket.
As he arrived, he noticed a tension in the atmosphere.
What was the cause of this? This question plaguing his thoughts, he continued to observe the situation, taking note of the fact that the guards and merchants seemed to have someone surrounded.
The one surrounded was none other than the one who had been courageously engaged in battle until just now – Lefille.
Typically speaking, one who had heroically and singlehandedly dominated the Mazoku as she had would be treated with great respect, but the mood dominating the crowd was that of nervousness and unease. The scene simply could not in any way be seen as congratulatory in nature.
Surrounded as she was, Lefille opened her mouth to speak, intending to dispel the atmosphere.
“…Why have you asked me to come here? There are other things that should take precedence, no?” Lefille asked as her gaze took in the faces of those encircling her.
An adventurer stepped forward.
“And what would that be?”
“To move somewhere safer, obviously. If we dawdle here, there’s a good chance the Mazoku will attack again.”
“Attack again…”
His words were filled with deep, dark emotion.
At his response, Lefille repeated her suggestion, more forcefully this time.
“What? Is there something you want to say? If so, then just say it alr—”
“Yeah, I do. The Mazoku attacked us because of you, didn’t they? You’re a survivor of Noshias, right?”
As things calmed down in the wake of the Mazoku’s departure, Suimei shifted to the task that had been awaiting him.Healing. While there were other magicians capable of restorative magic, their knowledge of these was only on par with Suimei. Adding in the knowledge of curative magic he’d brought from his own world, his abilities far surpassed theirs.“Whew. With this, we’re done,” he sighed, having finished up with the last person who had needed to be healed.Because healing wasn’t his specialty, there were still some places where he could stand to improve, but his self-evaluation of his healing ability was still rather high.The guard he had just healed swung his arm a few times in test as he thanked him, “Sorry about this, Mage onii-san.”“Not at all, this is what I’m here for, after all.”At this answer, the guard laughed happily.“Still, you’re pretty amazing. That magic you used just now healed my wound without even leaving a scar, and I can even use my arm right away. I’ve never seen such a perfected healing technique.”“It’s not common to be able to move the affected body part after healing?”“That, huh. Well, with small wounds, sure, but not with larger ones. That’s common knowledge, right?”“Huh.”That was unexpected.From what he’d said, Suimei surmised that the restriction was due to the fact that mages were only healing what they could see. Although the visible wound was healed, that nevertheless did not mean the healing had been complete.“Is that not how you’re doing it?”“You could say that.”Suimei gave an ambiguous reply.When it came to this issue, further investigation was warranted.On a different note.“—Is it just me, or has it gotten really noisy over there?”A little ways off merchants and guards were gathered and were making a racket.“…Yeah. Maybe we’re about to leave? Would that be why?” the guard guessed unconcernedly.From what Rajas had said, his Mazoku soldiers had already begun to gather. This wasn’t the time to be leisurely taking their time, they needed to leave.This clamor though, what was causing it?“Well, your healing’s already finished, so why don’t we go take a look?”“Sure.”His back to the guard, Suimei headed in the direction of the racket.As he arrived, he noticed a tension in the atmosphere.What was the cause of this? This question plaguing his thoughts, he continued to observe the situation, taking note of the fact that the guards and merchants seemed to have someone surrounded.The one surrounded was none other than the one who had been courageously engaged in battle until just now – Lefille.Typically speaking, one who had heroically and singlehandedly dominated the Mazoku as she had would be treated with great respect, but the mood dominating the crowd was that of nervousness and unease. The scene simply could not in any way be seen as congratulatory in nature.Surrounded as she was, Lefille opened her mouth to speak, intending to dispel the atmosphere.“…Why have you asked me to come here? There are other things that should take precedence, no?” Lefille asked as her gaze took in the faces of those encircling her.An adventurer stepped forward.“And what would that be?”“To move somewhere safer, obviously. If we dawdle here, there’s a good chance the Mazoku will attack again.”“Attack again…”His words were filled with deep, dark emotion.At his response, Lefille repeated her suggestion, more forcefully this time.“What? Is there something you want to say? If so, then just say it alr—”“Yeah, I do. The Mazoku attacked us because of you, didn’t they? You’re a survivor of Noshias, right?”
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