Helper teacher of magic girls' school

"And, Handle!? Can you use healing magic?

Anselm Bacchus, the village chief, is surprised.

I can't help it, because I'm just seeing that Luu blocked the entrance to the village with a giant ice column.

I was also oblivious to what Luu said about playing the recovery role because I was focused on the battle.

"Thank you! They are more injured than Noon. I'm sorry, can you do me a favor?

Two villagers sitting behind Anselm asking for both hands together.

He is a peasant, whether it be because he is a successful man of epic age.

You're borrowed as a shield, but because of unfamiliar battles.

He ran out of strength and was so tired that he couldn't even hear his mouth.

But Anselm like that was finally standing out of breath, and Jonathan is staring at Luu with his vain eyes.

Andorra is the only one standing flat.

"Luckily, there doesn't seem to be any major injuries. Just a bunch of bruises and little cuts."

Lew takes an instant look at the situation and begins to chant the Spirit.

This unique rhetoric of spiritual magic - if Fran were here, he must have put his mind to the magic of Lew, who he once had healed.

Since the beginning of the chant, the magic in Lew's body increases intensely, and the air vibrates with astonishment.

"Wind, which is the breath of the earth, earth, which is the foundation of the earth, water which nourishes life on the earth, and fire, which is the blood stream of the earth. I honor that power! I seek, that power! And I give, that power! Do not fill the beloved with the healing of the earth! Now give these people their blessings!

At the moment of the highest increase in magic, Lew breathed heavily, and with the Last Spirit unleashed a powerful wave of healing and healing magic (Aura) all at once.

"Mercy (Misericordia)!

A dazzling light runs through the earth.

Anselm to the villagers, and Jonathan quickly stretched out of the ground, wrapped in its white light.

"Wow!

Jonathan stutters and his body is unwittingly stiff.

But!

The comfort this whole body feels - it feels as if it was a baby I used to spend in my mother Cindy's arms.

How can I remember if I don't remember when I was a baby anymore?

"is, Mother..."

Jonathan returns to me when he puts it in his mouth as if he were surprised.

When I notice it, I am completely tired and the punches and scratches have disappeared.

"Oh, yeah!

The villagers, including Anselm, stood in amazement when they looked around in a hurry.

"Mi, y'all..."

"Mr. Jonathan too!?

Scream like Anselm said you couldn't believe it.

Jonathan has seen the magic of recovery.

Those who are mainly good at monks and clerics and are ill or injured will be magically cured by him, her, and others.

But it's basically impossible that those magics only slightly lighten the symptoms, heal the wounds on the surface, and it's basically impossible to heal them completely, without scarring them.

But the magic activated by this dark-haired man who says he's Moral's husband has healed his body and mind.

"Come on, one more breath. I'll fight with you. Let's destroy them all at once."

"Hey, can I ask you one thing?

Anselm asks in surprise against Luu, who encouraged the battle.

"I call you Mr. Moral, and I call you an amazing wizard. If you're going to fight, it's easier to fight without Nong and the others... you know better, Nong and the others are going to fight. Why bother..."

Lew smiled calmly at Anselm, who spoke to squeeze out his voice.

"Mr. Anselm, whose village is this? Me and Moral are leftovers. Not even from this country. What's the point of being the only ones fighting like that?

That's what Luu told me. Anselm looks like he was struck by lightning.

"We must never leave what we need to protect to mankind. This is with everything. If we can't fight, we should face the problem from the front. Listen to Jonathan, too. If you are a nobleman = a fighter, you have a duty to share this crisis, to fight with the people of the village, to defend the country. It is only through efforts to do everything that needs to be done that the bond deepens. This is how people can learn and live willingly."

"Hih, people learn and live willingly!?

Jonathan returns it with a plundered voice.

"Yes, look at the young boy who was with you. He took a step toward adulthood by watching" The Man's Back. "

"Me, my back..." The Man's Back "?

That's what Lou told me. Jonathan was remembering Emily's brother, Camille.

Once wasted fighting as a shield with Jonathan, Camille was told morally that no one was there to protect the elderly, the women and the children, and declared, "Then I will protect them".

I'm supposed to be protecting the rear with that little body now.

"That's right. I saw you defend yourself and your sister and fight goblins, and I felt and learned a man's responsibility, a man's responsibility."

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"Of course you've learned a lot more from Moral and this Andorra than anyone else in the village, starting with his sister and brother."

When Andorra approached Anselm, who was still grumpy, she pounded her shoulder and thumbed out as she turned back to Jonathan.

"Kid...... no, Jonathan Ryan! Let's go fight again!

Andorra called Jonathan's name for the first time.

That is the moment I recognized him as my companion as a warrior.

"Ha, ha! A., Mr. Andorra!

Jonathan laughs out loud, laughing laughably and unexpectedly at herself for her voice to shrug up (wow).

Andorra laughs when she sees it.

"That's right! Sure, this is the village of Nong Da! What if we don't protect ourselves?

Anselm shouted beside him, and the villagers nodded powerfully.

Sir, the remaining goblins have been destroyed.

He quickly stepped down next to Luu when Moral, who was fighting in the rear there, flew in.

"Ha! Looks like we got all the actors. I'll put a piece on it all at once."

When Lew laughs and rings his fingers, a giant ice column that was blocking the entrance to the village makes a loud noise and leaves the ground, floating in the universe.

Yikes!

Whoa, whoa!

Suddenly the goblins with the ice column in front of them are shouting with a surprising look on their face.

The ice column was shattered when Lew rang his finger one more time.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Was it the sound that inspired them, that the goblins came roaring and plunged again?