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

I thought of Mr. Raquel as a woman who would never move no matter what.

But now, all you have to do is tell me about His Highness Astina, and her voice will tremble, and her body will never stop trembling.

If anything happened to His Highness Astina, Mr. Raquel wouldn't be safe either. Her loyalty is so deep - that's what comes close to worship.

There are limits to cheering up with words. If it wasn't for me and not for His Highness Astina, you wouldn't be able to erase Mr. Raquel's anxiety.

All I can do right now is give you some medicine to help you feel better. Mix the extracts of the sedative ingredients in a vial for agitation - the main agent is the extract made by simmering pine bark.

Only the southeastern part of the kingdom faces the sea slightly, with pines growing around it called 'coastal pines'. The ingredients that can be removed from the bark have long been recognized as sedative in the private sector - I used magic and tried and succeeded in collecting the ingredients with high purity.

"Mr. Raquel, try this. It tastes a little habitual..."

"Eh... if you're doing that..."

"No, it's necessary. You shouldn't put your anxiety on your face when you go to Your Highness. I say it's because I'm sick, but to a certain extent it's true."

"... you just have to drink this... whoa..."

Mr. Raquel sips away the reddish-brown liquid in the vial I gave him. Some medicines are bitter and not drinkable as they are, but herbs such as mint put in other than coastal pine extracts should make it somewhat easier to drink.

"It'll take a little while for it to work. Let's go to Your Highness."

"... ok. I'm sorry to show you the impudence."

There was still a bitter taste, Mr. Raquel's face - but her expression flashed for a moment to see if the strong impression relieved some of her nervousness.

"... it's a bad pill, but I can't take it... Mm..."

Depending on the ingredients, medicines vary greatly in what process they go through in the body before they become effective.

The fastest effect on internal administration will be sublingual administration, which should retain the drug under the tongue. In my case, the volatile fragrance component causes the nasal cavity to act from the mucosa to the central nerve, which allows for an early improvement in mental status. The ingredients absorbed after metabolism in the body take a few hours to express their effects - it doesn't make sense that the effects of the drug seem to run out immediately.

"... my chest soothes... my heart calms down. What the hell is this..."

Creepy, there are parts of you that you can't help but think. The medicines that are out in the kingdom are often consumed as they are powdered with medicinal herbs and the like, and they are not sold in the form of extracts extracted because they cannot be preserved, and even if they contain active ingredients because of this, they are less pure.

Only research institutes possess equipment for extracting pharmaceutically effective ingredients and selecting ingredients. Mass production is another dream in the current situation.

I hope, however, that the necessary amount of medical attention in this fortress can be paid. If I could extract the ingredients of a plant without the equipment, it would not be difficult to formulate the medicine as appropriate - think of it.

I notice even more now. To the fact that Raquel, who hates magic, has been drugged with magic during the manufacturing process.

"... magic that helps plant spirits. So the medicine I made is highly potent..."

"Excuse me, Mr. Raquel... for drugging me without explaining anything. Sure, when I made my current medicine, I used magic. No excuses."

Mr. Raquel walks next to me without saying anything for a while - but the words of reprimand never flew in.

"It's a personal circumstance that I hate magicians... something called magic. That doesn't mean that Glass Weed... denies your magic. I also know that magic is a necessity for this country, with great potential"

"... Mr. Raquel"

"I still can't talk about the situation. I don't want you to think I'm a brittle woman any more."

"Oh, no..."

"There's no way I don't think. I, too, was aware of how pitiful it was to show His Highness and his men his face as it was. Thanks to your medicine, I can keep my face... thank you"

Mr. Raquel bows his head as he walks. The dark-haired hair tied behind me flowed over my shoulders, and the trick to retool it looked like the most sober thing I've ever seen.

"... you can't put a man in His Highness's bedroom, not supposed to. His Royal Highness, however, was already highly valued for the strength of the glass. I had a track record on day one."

That he hit the patient's treatment in the sanitary building, that he was present at Mr. Presha's interrogation. As far as the latter is concerned, Arlaune's achievements are significant.

Your Highness appreciated those things. Just put me under Mr. Raquel, and that didn't mean it was over -.

"That one is admired by all the soldiers in this fortress. Commander can be hateful, but His Highness Astina has no such thing at all. I remember the names of all three thousand soldiers, even the faces of every one... that's why I fight in the lead and let one of my allies die. How courageous that heart is to the soldiers, to the people..."

"... if you don't take a look at His Highness's condition, I don't know. I will do everything in my power to treat you. Your Highness needs to stay alive forever."

"... please. I don't know anything about medicine... Glass, I'll leave it to you..."

Mr. Raquel told me to 'entrust' him. I thought I could hear those words a long time ago.

Further up from the four levels of the fortress, you go out onto the roof. His Royal Highness's bedroom was in an inn built on the roof, he said.

A soldier guarding in front of the door sees us and opens the door. There is no decoration when it comes to the Third Princess's residence, and the hallway, which can be described as a killing landscape, goes on about Mr. Raquel - and.

Not a soldier, a lady in a samurai, when Mr. Raquel slaps her in the ear, opens the door. The woman with the face from inside also looked like a samurai, whose skin was seen to be blue, even in the dim light.

I was prompted to go inside, and I entered the room with Mr. Raquel.

Through the reception room, let through to the bedroom - after all, on a bed made simple for the Third Princess to use, His Highness Astina had closed her eyes to sleep.

And I, having come this far, finally realize. As a spiritual magician, I was too late to notice.

The magic that filled the entire fortress with the mere presence of His Highness Astina is weakening. And at the same time, a part of His Highness Astina's body, sleeping, is glowing pale - unless she's a magician, she won't see this light.

Why, she's lost consciousness. I bowed my head deeply to His Highness as Mr. Raquel watched before approaching the side of the bed.

"First, I will make a diagnosis of His Highness's symptoms. Mr. Raquel, could you please be present?"

"... ok"

Light emission of the body, as can be seen over a thin blanket placed on the body. To be sure of that - we need to let His Highness take off his clothes and see it with this eye.

Even when asleep, His Highness Astina is beautiful enough to breathe. But I swore not to disturb my heart for a minute, and pulled the blanket and gently opened the collar of His Highness's garment.