Yup, that was probably the one I healed.
“I-it must have been tough.”
I frantically feign calmness so she wouldn’t sense my trembling.
“My escorts played the decoy and let me go on ahead so I was able to come all the way here, but I’m worried about my escorts so……”
“I-is that so.”
Really, I pray for the safety of those escorts from the bottom of my heard.
“Also, speaking of which, why did you come here?”
I asked her how she came here some time ago, but I didn’t get to hear her reason for coming.
“Th-that is……”
“GYAAAAAAaaAA!!”
When the Saint attempted to say something, the king’s yell was heard from outside the room.
I completely forgot about it, but I’m sure he started to eat Tré’s cooking just then.
“Just now, that was… Father!!?”
“Ah.. Hey!”
I chase after the Saint who swiftly flew out of the room, and head to where Tré and the king were.
When I caught up to the saint, on the floor of the room was the saint, who was casting recovery magic on the collapsed, with the whites of his eyes showing, king, and Tré was sitting in the corner of the room, hugging her knees.
“Heal! ……As I expected, Heal won’t do…… In that case, Death Poison, Refresh, High Heal!!”
It seems as though her wave of three consecutive healing spells succeeded, and although the king didn’t regain consciousness, his expression looked more at ease.
“Haa, with this I can rest assured. ……Oh?”
After the healing, it seems Tré’s cooking had been projected in the Saint’s gaze.
“Come to think of it, I still haven’t eaten anything. It looks like Father has also partaken, so I will also partake as well, okay?”
If she thought about it calmly, she should have realised the reason behind the king collapsing, but the saint had it tough, having been worn out and her judgement also faltering.
“……Ugu……”
Before I could stop her, the Saint had a taste of the cooking and followed the same path as the king had before.
Even her especially beautiful eyes had rolled over, and I once again felt the horror of Tré’s cooking……
“……*sob*……….”
Knowing that she was the one to cause this situation, Tré had stayed in the corner the whole time.
“……Tré, everyone makes mistakes. I-it’s okay to try again n-next time.”
“……M-master.”
After comforting Tré, I approach the collapsed saint and perform healing on her.
“Heal.”
Tré’s cooking was so potent that the Saint’s recovery treatment couldn’t handle it.
However, the saint, whose eyes were rolled over in pain with the whites of her eyes showing, calmed down and returned to her original beautiful face the moment I cured her.
“Sigh, as expected, it becomes like that…….”
As I expected, it only took me one try.
In regards to the Saint’s recovery magic being a degraded version of mine in all appearances,
Someone tell me the meaning of this!!
And while you’re at it, do something about this situation!!
While looking at the two on the floor, I grumble in secret―――