Dungeon Master Makeup Money (formerly known as Dungeon Master Funding)

-Concon.

I knock on the door that was open and go into the hospital room. It was a hospital room for hospitalized patients and now seems to be used for those who suffered major injuries, with four adventurers in four beds.

"Long time no see"

"... is that you"

Mr. Dalton, the great swordsman who laid down in the window bed, noticed me somewhere in the shadows.

Mr. Phillip, in the bed in front of Mr. Dalton, had lost it. He stared at where his right arm was. He had opened and closed his left arm many times to check his condition.

"Are you sympathetic? Thank you."

In the bed, just to the left of the entrance, Mr. Iristia was sitting down.

She didn't look like she was seriously injured, and she was cutting the skinned apples to an easy-to-eat size to make the care of Mr. Phillips worthwhile.

"How was the treatment?

"I'm worn out all over because I've been attacked so many times on the battlefield. When we talk about doctors, they seem to have levels of sequelae, even if some recovery can be achieved. They told me it was because I kept standing on the battlefield even when I wore it out."

Mr. Dalton doesn't seem to be seriously injured as you can see, but the inside of his body is with worn out.

"My injury almost healed with healing magic. But he's not the only one with healing magic who can handle it."

Exactly. Even restorative magic is impossible to treat defects.

Since healing magic is only a magic that enhances the natural healing power of the flesh and encourages healing, it is impossible to treat right arm defects with healing magic beyond the inability of the human flesh to heal defects.

It's just not like there's no way.

"Are there any slashed right arms left?

"Are you going to connect? Unfortunately, it's impossible to connect them because they're supposed to be worn out because they left them on the battlefield."

If it had just been disconnected, it would have been possible to bond depending on how the restorative magic was used, but not without something to connect it to. After a very long time, the decay of the wound progresses, making joining impossible, so it's better to deal with it quickly.

"Don't worry so much. I'd care more about Philip losing his arm if a girl like you was depressed."

"The way Dalton says it doesn't have to bother you anyway. He made money just because his life saved him."

"Yes, but..."

It's not the line you could have told me about killing a lot of Imperial soldiers, but I still don't want to see someone I know hurt.

They could have just saved their lives, I say...

"So are you convinced about him, too?

Just to the right of the entrance, one man was put to sleep.

However, the man kept sleeping in bed without ever moving his body, even when I came in or when we shouted. In a sleep that never wakes up forever.

"Oh, I've been prepared to die in battle since I became an adventurer, and I've lost one of my people in a war ten years ago. Die in battle. This is our destiny."

Sleeping in bed is Mr. Eric the Wizard.

I cared when I didn't see him on the battlefield because he was the one who taught me all sorts of things as a wizard senior when we met at the ruins, but I can't believe we just let him die in time.

"Don't get me wrong. Eric's fate didn't change where you guys arrived so fast. Eric took an enemy knife and left the battlefield early after the battle began. Everyone thought it would be okay to treat the wound..."

"He said the knife was poisoned and Eric took his breath away after a while."

"Wow, if I could have noticed when I did the first aid..."

Mr. Iristia has been pounding his own thigh over and over in tears.

When I listened to her, she was the one who gave the first aid to Mr. Eric, who received the knife, and I regretted my past self that if I had noticed it then and even detoxified it, it might not have led to death.

But it's not her only responsibility because she didn't seem to have had enough time to care if the knife was poisoned during the war then.

I lost a loved one without my own power.

I think I understand that remorse.

"Iristia, don't worry about you either!

"But...!

"At least it's a wound I sustained stretching my body to protect the people of the city. He'll be happy to protect his hometown."

"Yes......"

Mr. Depressed Illistia starts eating herself chopped apples.

You eat it yourself.

"What are you going to do with all the survivors?

"Unfortunately, me and Dalton are retired."

"Oh no...!

Mr. Iristia is surprised to hear the word retirement, but was Mr. Dalton injured prepared from the start or just snorts at Mr. Philip's words.

"Even if our injuries can be treated, we have the best level of success in our daily lives. Fighting goblins is tough because I have only one arm. Dalton can't even move his body hard."

The injuries sustained in this war seem to have caused me to have to retire.

"That's not all. I've been thinking about retiring for a while. We're past thirty, too, and it's just getting harder to move our bodies like it's a full season. I thought I'd have to retire in the near future even if there wasn't this war."

"Well, Mr. Phillips can fight for a few years or so."

"It's also whipping at a fading body. Maybe that's okay with junior adventurers, but there's no way an intermediate adventurer like us is going to be able to expose himself like that."

"Fortunately, I don't have a problem with my life for a while because I've been saving it."

"Even the lost right arm can get a magic tool prosthetic hand at some expense from storage. That's why I don't really have a problem with my daily routine."

They say their resolve is stiff, and they're unlikely to be able to get them to change their retirement.

"But you've never talked to me like that before!?

"That's because you were there for me"

"Huh...?

"I always wanted to look good because my daughter like you was right around the corner. But you've got this body. Then you can't look good, and when you're with me, I'm just gonna pull your leg. This is the height of your life, and you should experience more."

"That's not true!

He really thinks so. He's out of bed and stuck with Mr. Phillip.

"To me, you three are the same person as your real father. I can't believe I abandoned someone like that..."

"Forsake us because we're fathers. You shouldn't be with people like us forever. The time has come for you to nest away from us too. At some point I thought I should make my own party rather than go into someone else's because you're the A-ranked one. I've been thinking about retirement since I could at least help..."

Mr. Philip's gaze will be directed at me.

Somehow I can see what he's trying to say.

"Where is your leader?

"I'm not here right now, but I'll be back in a few hours"

"Then I'll leave it to you alone first. I know this could be a leg wrap, given your strengths, but could you get this kid into your party?

"... Huh?

I have put aside the Illistia of the parties to apply for party membership.