第１７２７堀：まずは治しましょう (Part1)
Chapter 1727: Let’s Heal You First
Side: Rurua
At Yuki-san’s request, I had come to the Ohe Kingdom to use medicine—or rather, medical arts—as a tool for negotiation.
To be honest, as a member of the Litea Holy Church, I had always believed that saving lives through medicine and healing magic was a sacred duty, not something to be used as a bargaining chip. However, the Litea Holy Church also derived its income from these very arts, so I was in no position to complain.
I am not so naive as to be ignorant of the ways of the world.
There is no such thing as unconditional support; there is always an exchange of things unseen.
Medicine is the ultimate example of this.
That is precisely why Litea holds such power across the Rogari Continent.
Just as I was steeling myself to demonstrate the sharp-witted prowess of a former Saint—for the sake of Weed, and for the sake of those kidnapped through the act of summoning—the person who appeared before us was…
“Travelers from a foreign land, forgive my unsightly appearance. I am Nadoa Ohe, King of the Ohe Kingdom.”
Though his words were noble, his physical state was wretched; he was wrapped in bandages that were already seeping with blood.
“Um, excuse me, King Ohe. It appears you are injured. Have you not received treatment, such as healing magic?”
My husband, and indeed the other members of our party, had already noticed his condition. My husband, acting as our representative, voiced the question…
“Ah, if only it were a common wound. I was caught in a fire and suffered severe burns. They simply will not heal. I do not ask you to ignore it, but there is nothing to be done, so let us proceed with our discussion…”
He offered a bitter smile, claiming it was hopeless. But this is Weed; the idea that such a wound could not be healed was unthinkable.
Furthermore, we had the track record of treating Zuraburu’s Show.
With that in mind, gazes immediately converged on me, and I naturally nodded.
Seeing this, my husband immediately took the lead.
“You seem to be in great pain. If you would allow it, this woman here—my wife—is a master of healing magic. How about it? I hope to at least alleviate some of your suffering.”
“Hm? I appreciate the sentiment, but as I said, it will not heal… or perhaps you mean to say… well, I will not ask you to ignore it. Very well, if it will put your mind at ease, I accept. However, I must first verify if it is truly healing magic. Martin.”
“Yes, Sire.”
At the King’s command, a soldier standing guard behind him stepped forward and removed the gauntlet from his right arm.
Beneath it were bandages, and as he unraveled them without hesitation, the horrific state of his burns was revealed.
It was ghastly.
I was amazed that this man, Martin, could show such a wound without even a flicker of expression on his face.
Under normal circumstances, one would be drenched in cold sweat, face twisted in agony; usually, such an injury would leave a person bedridden.
To think he was standing guard…
“He, Martin, shielded me. His back is in an even worse state. He is a loyal knight who insists on standing guard despite suffering wounds far worse than my own. Please, treat Martin first.”
Even while remaining wary of us, King Ohe clearly possessed a genuine desire to see his subordinate healed.
Princess Suena, who was also present, sat in silence, seemingly understanding her father’s sentiment.
“Your caution is only natural. Therefore, I shall cast the magic from a distance. However, the magic I wield is most effective when I can clearly assess the state of the wound, so I shall begin by treating the right arm that is visible to me.”
I stated this clearly before casting my *Heal* spell.
The people of the Ohe Kingdom seemed to understand this, as they wore slightly disappointed expressions.
Ahaha, *Heal* usually doesn’t work on such things, does it?
Well, usually.
I sent the light of recovery toward the right arm of the knight called Martin. It activated instantly, glowing with a slightly intense brilliance as it exerted its effect.
“Mmph! What is this?”
With that exclamation, the angry, charred red flesh of his right arm began to knit together and recover before our very eyes.
“Th-this… is it… healing?”
King Ohe seemed even more surprised than Martin-san.
Well, it was only natural, given that he had been told the burns were incurable.
“H-how is it, Martin? Your arm, that arm…”
“Yes, Sire.”
When asked for his impression, Martin-san brought his right arm before his eyes, rotating his wrist and touching the areas where the burns had been to confirm…
“It is astonishing. It has undoubtedly healed. Since my other wounds remain, I thought it might be my imagination at first, but there is no mistake. Please, touch it and see for yourself.”
“Indeed, I shall.”
King Ohe reached out and touched Martin-san’s right arm to confirm.
There was no denying the reality: it was healed.
“There is no doubt… it is healed…”
“Your Majesty. If it is the healing magic of Rurua-sama, your injuries can be treated as well.”
“Th-that’s right!”
Perhaps jolted by Martin-san’s words, he turned back to us immediately…
“Will you not heal Martin completely! Ggh, ouch!”
“Your Majesty! Do not move so recklessly—forgive me, Rurua-sama, please treat His Majesty!”
“Father, Martin!? P-please, both of you, calm down!”
Um, how should I put this? They were a master and servant who cared deeply for one another, possessing a certain… composure, perhaps?
As I had this thought, I caught Yuki-san’s eye. We shared a bitter smile and nodded to each other.
“This was our offer to begin with. We will certainly treat you. I shall treat King Ohe, and I will leave Martin-den to you, Yuki. You are not as skilled as she is, but you are capable of healing wounds of this degree.”
“To think that Yuki-dono is also such a practitioner. I humbly request your aid.”
“Then, as she said, please show us the wounds clearly. Ah, should we have the others step back or move to a separate room…”
“Here is fine. If this pain will finally vanish, then… Nn, nuaaaaaah! Martin, you too!”
“Yes, Sire!”
For some reason, the two of them braced themselves, taking off their clothes—or rather, removing their bandages to reveal their wounds—and stood at rigid attention.
Um, why?
Princess Suena and the others didn’t even look embarrassed; they were simply wide-eyed, unable to keep up with the situation.
My husband, Taiki-san, and Taizou-san also looked as if they had no idea what was going on.
“Please, I leave it to you. If we go outside, the healing mages waiting there will only complain.”
“““Ah.”””
At those words, Princess Suena and the rest of the Ohe Kingdom side wore expressions of sudden realization.
I see—it would be troublesome if others found out we were treating them.
My husband and I understood as well, and we immediately stepped forward to examine their wounds.