(Principality Chapter)
The year 256 of the Alchemy Era in the Duchy of Valentino, the month of fire...
It was already the early hours of the next day.
In the dead of night, few people came and went from the Alchemists' Guild in the holy city of Gransis.
At the counter, a young female server was dozing off, her hand supporting her forehead, until she heard a slight noise coming from the direction of the main entrance.
Most residents would be home asleep by this late hour, so who would be visiting the guild so late?
Stepping into the guild from the darkness outside the door was a girl the waiter had never seen before.
She held tightly to the shoulder of her semi-conscious companion, and with her other hand she supported her companion's chest, which was about to collapse. The girl walked into the guild with unsteady but urgent steps.
Seeing this, she was wide awake and immediately became alert. "The injured? Please come over here!"
The Alchemist Guild's waiter was very responsible and friendly as he led Sherry to a private wound room.
The Alchemists' Guild of Gransis, which also serves as a local public infirmary.
Every alchemist in the guild who has obtained formal qualifications is a competent healer, proficient in the principles of alchemy and also skilled in potion making.
In less than fifteen minutes, the female therapist arrived at the wounded's room, and Shirley briefly explained the patients' conditions to the doctor.
She immediately examined the injured person and began treatment.
The night was deep and the air was bitterly cold, a world apart from the daytime temperature. Shirley breathed on her frozen hands to warm them, while the therapists working there were drenched in sweat.
The faint glow emitted by the magic became the only warm atmosphere in the dimly lit room for the wounded.
A few minutes later, the therapist said that Philsa's condition was gradually stabilizing. However, it would take some time before she regained consciousness.
"Miss, are you a friend of the injured person?"
The therapist led Shirley outside, closed the door to the ward, and asked softly.
"Yes."
Then Shirley anxiously asked the other person if there was something unspeakable about Philsa's condition.
"It is indeed a bit of a headache..." the healer did not deny. "To be honest, my healing magic is not working on him at all!"
"..." Sherry was unable to answer this.
Under the bright lights, she looked through the glass window into the ward where the wounded lay unconscious on the bed. From a distance, he didn't look too well.
“The healing magic of the ‘divine’ system has no effect on him…” the healer muttered to himself. “Only those who reject the existence of ‘God’ in their hearts would subconsciously reject the healing offered by God.”
She then turned her head and glanced at the girl. "Your companion is a 'human-demon hybrid,' isn't she?"
When Shirley heard an outsider mention this secret word, she was initially startled. But considering that the other person was a therapist and that it would be discovered sooner or later, it wasn't a big deal, so she didn't deny it.
"Yes."
"It is precisely because he has demon blood flowing through his veins that he survived this ordeal! Although he does not accept divine healing magic, his demonic bloodline is undergoing self-repair due to the self-healing properties of 'human-demon hybrids.'"
Shirley breathed a sigh of relief, looking quite apologetic.
"I'm so sorry, concealing this secret isn't because I don't trust you... but rather, this secret is... very difficult for a knight to talk about."
"It's alright..." the female healer smiled kindly. "Originally, for an ordinary person to have the courage to pick up a sword and become a knight who fights to protect the people is already extremely remarkable."
Your companions are even more so! This path may be difficult, but it will ultimately yield results.
The greatest reward is not for us, the unarmed ones who are being protected, but for the brave individuals who go out to protect others.
Hearing these encouraging words, Shirley felt as if the clouds had been parted by the sun, and her heart was filled with gratitude.
"Because your companion was severely injured by fire magic, his body temperature regulation has become problematic, and he has developed a high fever all over his body."
For a user of ice magic, this is no small matter. Therefore, to prevent any unexpected situations from occurring—
That could be life-threatening. You must stay by his side tonight. Remember, inform me immediately if he shows any adverse reactions.
The female doctor concluded her serious admonition with a slightly gentle tone.
Shirley nodded vigorously in agreement.
The night quietly slips away; for those fast asleep, it is merely the time it takes to dream.
But for the girl who was waiting by her companion's side and was constantly worried, it was an agonizing ordeal.
Firsa lay flat on the hospital bed, her face slightly flushed and sweating profusely.
Although the surface skin did not suffer from severe burns.
However, the demonic veins within his body were severely damaged by the enemy's fiery magic today.
The therapist has done everything in his power to heal the injured person's external injuries;
However, the regulation of internal energy still depends on Philsa himself.
The demonic veins are similar to blood vessels, densely and regularly distributed throughout the human body, and do not intersect with other veins.
According to the scientific principles of magical life, magical veins are an independent system within the human body.
One thing is undoubtedly the same: once symptoms of disorder appear, the consequences can be far more serious than those of external injuries. So, perhaps Firsa's current situation can be described as "internal injury."
Within Felsa's magic vein system, ice magic circulates. His magic veins were severely damaged by "fire," and the severity of the damage is self-evident.
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