Hagusa Spiritualist Examination Record - Knights of the Virgin and Healing Divinity

The knights are in executive class, squad captain class, and soldier and the living room is separated. The health guard's quarters combined visitor accommodation and were superior in construction compared to other soldiers' quarters.

There is a courtyard inside the walls, where the soldiers' quarters are built. The white-painted building across the trees - also close to the School of Magic building - makes me feel a little nostalgic.

It is a two-story residence, where forty-eight health soldiers, including Mr. Katie, live. The fortress has a total of three thousand soldiers, and there is only one fortress of this size, east, west, north and south of the kingdom.

But shortly after Zirconia's attack a while ago, he was in the exact situation of a training ground, where one health guard would be in charge of treating ten people. There are also many health soldiers who go into health care because of overwork and illness, and sixteen say they are recruits.

The man who led us was an ancient dragon among the health guards, a turn older than Captain Katie. Many soldiers can remain active for a long time, he said, if they can safely pass through the period of recruits.

"Mr. Glass, where one of you came from, to be honest, it's still water on the baking stone. Even the injured people in the sanitary building now are likely to take a month to heal. Now the next time an enemy strikes..."

"... If you're a former military doctor, what are you doing now?

"Nothing in the fortress will heal, so I'm curing it in a nearby town now. Wendell's in town, carrying food and supplies to this fortress."

After departing from Portoro, there was a town that passed nearby some time later, but seemed to be the most prosperous around here. Perhaps that was Wendell.

"Well, you're alone in town, you're not feeling well... the Presha Attack Captain picks you up sometimes because he was her friend. Take a walk or something in this garden. That's all I need to see... nothing, not like old times..."

A woman who looked as a bulwark moisturizes her eyes and wipes them abusively. Mr. Rendle, too, is turning his back on me - apparently, he's crying for me.

"... there may be something I can do. I hope to see you once."

"Once a month, I come here. At that time, could you ask the Presha Attack Captain? She hates men, so you better stay away from them when you're in a bad mood."

You probably won't believe me if I tell Mr. Presha what he calls' Dr. Glass'. Mr. Presha said his men were scared.

My predecessor's doctor. From now on, I will start working as a military physician using her written diagnostic records as a policy reference.

But I was thinking of one possibility. By touching a person, I can identify the nutrient that the other person lacks, and recall the plant that holds it.

In other words, even an illness for which no cause is known can get a clue of treatment. As long as the plants I recall are where I can get them.

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The room that was guided, even if it was a room for two, was built to have one living room from which it could be moved to two bedrooms. Even if more than one visitor came with us, they had problems with only one bedroom, so they were able to divide the room even narrowly.

Sometimes when a man of high stature comes to inspect a fortress, he comes with his husband and some squire, and at that time it was necessary to deal with such a situation, especially since, as a rule, it is not possible for his husband and his squire to sleep in the same room.

"Is it okay to occupy a room for visitors...?

"Well, wouldn't it be nice if it meant I was available for the moment? I have a desk in my living room, and I can do some writing here... and I have some lighting."

"... Master Glass asks me if I'm a study student. But don't get too stuffed with roots. As Katie said, you can see a little fatigue."

"Really...? I'm still feeling better. We'll see the diagnostic records soon. Mr. Rendle, is it time you didn't take your hat off?

"Okay, I'm going to take it off. May I use your room?

"Oh, turn that one into Mr. Rendle's bedroom. I'll make it another room."

Deposit Arlaune from Mr. Rendle. After he closed the bedroom door, Arlaune woke up - but he looked like he was falling asleep.

"... Summoner... it seems time to return to the Spirit Realm..."

"Duh, what's going on? Suddenly. I think this fortress is full of magic..."

"This power is one that I shouldn't use just to be here. The truth is... so much is at stake..."

Arlaune's figure fades - and I see a phantom of a petal scattering on the spot. Later, the bulbs used as a medium were left behind.

There are no magicians in this fortress but me. This means that no one has been able to detect that the amount of magic in the atmosphere is increasing just because His Highness Astina is there.

I was also just overwhelmed by her presence when I was face-to-face, and I wasn't able to recognize the anomaly as an anomaly. I'm giving her mystery because of the magic that's always overflowing.

I want to hear now how His Highness Astina got such magic as she is now. But I was kept away from her and not a direct report.

(… right now, there is not an obstacle to His Highness Astina's body. She didn't put any abnormalities on the table. Even if you have something, are you hiding it around... and Mr. Raquel, don't you know...?

"... Dear Glass, how have you been?

"Oh... oh, Mr. Rendle. Sorry, I was just thinking."

When I was hiding my face with a hat, glasses, etc., I had a neutral impression on Mr. Rendle for some reason - but when I took off my hat and took my glasses and looked at him, he looked like a boy, but he looked firmly male.

"When you take your hat off, don't change your impression. The atmosphere is different..."

"It's often said. I personally feel more comfortable wearing glasses and hats."

Really, it looks like someone else. Can I say that the air has changed altogether - Mr. Rendle now would not be half-hearted, but would call him 'brother'?

The chest he said pigeon breasts also looked pretty thick, but not when I took off my coat and just shirted.

"Master Glass, from which do you see it? Diagnostic records appear to be compiled in order of the names of the injured and sick."

"In the meantime, can you bring it all? 'Cause I'm gonna see it all through by the end of the day."

"... I hope you don't have to. Even so, Master Glass will not listen to you. All I can do, secretary, is make it a little less onerous."

That's what you say, Mr. Rendle, even modestly, was the 'ideal secretary' itself I imagine.