Continuation of the Dream in Another World

I wake the sleeping vermilion and feed him dinner. I applied healing magic, but it seems I'm still tired.

While gently shaking his head, he managed to finish his dinner soap sauce. I'm glad the amount is small in Maihan.

I'll purify your mouth and put you to bed again. After confirming the treatment, practicing, hasty administration, etc., the treatment finally begins now.

I gathered with the same face except for Yara when I regenerated my stomach. This time, Mima and Issa will leave the guards alone.

"Raham, this is Zhu Yuan's [Magic Source], but I want to use it."

Magic Source is the source of magic, the nucleus that produces magic in the heart. Everyone in this world has it. In order to repair my heart this time, I decided to embed a magic source in Zhu Yu. There is also an artificial technique, but I wanted Zhu Zhu to use his own one.

"Is that a fragment of your magic source?

My father looked at me and told me it was going to hurt. It was cherished deep in the royal palace with a painful past.

"Yes, it was attacked before."

One day, when I was twelve, one of my servants nearly killed me. He danced to the superstition "The royal magic source has the power of immortality" and tried to take the magic source from Assam's heart.

I noticed that Raham and Yara captured it, but I couldn't afford to bring the shards back to life.

The shards will be returned as soon as they are broken. But I realized that it was the next leaf, so I couldn't put it back.

It was thought that the amount of magic would be reduced by the reduced magic source, but Assam's magic increased more than ever before and turned into something of higher purity.

The Magic Source Fragments in me will bring Zhu Zhu to life. If there is a magic source, magic resides, and there is no magic rejection from others.

Your body will be strong and healthy. He received the magic source from Assam, and Raham nodded.

"That's the best. I was only worried about the rejection, but if it were your magic source, there would be no rejection. The magic source I prepared was also made with His Majesty's magic, but the purity is the difference between clouds and mud."

Assam's Magic Source Shards are deep blue, about the size of the first indirect pinky. It is said that Magic Source has eyes.

It is embedded in the middle of the heart of Zhu Zhu, just in the foreign body. It regenerates blood vessels, draws foreign objects and implants magic sources. Let's finish this in three bits.

Heart treatment, along with accuracy, is very important to reduce the burden on the heart.

"What you want to do other than His Highness and me is the same as last time. Start with the position."

His Majesty and Tugra were positioned in Raham's voice to fix and purify the field. Raham placed the fingertips of both hands above and below the heart of Zhu Zhu, and in the middle, Assam placed the fingertips of both hands and signaled with his gaze.

Well then, let's go. Get started! "

With his voice, Raham maintains the magic created by the magic of Assam and stops the heart of Zhu Shu.

Assam regenerates blood vessels, encapsulates foreign objects with magic, and carries them outside the skin, through meat and nerves. I put the magic source in the gap where the foreign object came out, and fixed it to the heart of Zhu Zhu with magic to close the gap.

When Raham activated a magic team to encourage the heart to move again, the heart breathed back in response to the token. Blood in regular heartbeat contains magic, which is carried into the body.

"It's a success. Well done."

Raham smiles at Zhu Zhu. Everyone who was there hid their voice and raised their fists with joy so as not to wake the sleeping vermilion.

His Majesty left a message when Zhu Zhu woke up and went back to the administration. The escort will go outside to the men waiting for a report. Tugra goes to finish the vermilion review.

Raham returned home with a nail saying, "Please refrain from monogamous sex." Assam looks at the sleeping vermilion alone.

Finally, you're cured. Tears in the hearts of all senses.

"Sorry I'm late. Thank goodness you're alive. Thank you very much."

He was finally freed from the fear of losing Zhu Zhu, and Assam wept alone.