''Well, then, Your Highness, may I leave you all a little while longer....?
The healers, who are generally an elite group of people, are horrified by the hastily unbelievable majesty of Maximilian and the other muscle fighters.
＜I totally understand how you feel. The amount of information that's stuck in your eyeballs and pounded into your brain is too much and too dense, isn't it?
'I'm sorry,' thought Allie as she looked at the healer. However, the fact that I can see the light attribute activation up close and personal, which I have always longed for, makes me feel more and more excited.
Even though muscles are equal when it comes to boosting magic power, and muscles don't betray it, only the light attribute is different. You have to be chosen by God to be able to use it, so to speak, it's like winning the entire first prize of the lottery.
Allie patted Maximilian on the head with a 'get up now'. Then, for some reason, he said, "I see, you are lonely. 'Me too,' he replied. Then we stand up with a sorrowful feeling.
Allie was also spirited. My legs were uncommonly numb from the weight on my thighs.
''Well, then, let me cast a healing spell. Well, needless to say, it's like an advance on your health by temporarily increasing the resilience within your highness' body. Even if your fever goes down, don't let your guard down, drink and eat well, and get plenty of sleep.....
The healer who confronts Maximilian is clearly dismayed, and his desire to escape is palpable.
His muscles are too assertive and intimidating.
''Humph, don't be so frightened. It's natural to be nervous in the face of the Crown Prince, but I'm the same person.
''Humph, don't be so frightened. It's natural to be nervous in the face of the Crown Prince, but I'm the same person.
Maximilian bent down slightly to lock eyes with the healer, poking his face out and smiling faintly.
＜What a misplaced kindness you are. No, yes, it's very admirable that he has a warm heart as the Crown Prince and tries to make eye contact with ordinary people, but...
I'm trying hard to hold back the hegemony that seems to ooze out of my control, even if it's like that. I can see that she is laughing forcing herself to do so even though she has a fever and is in pain.
Yes, half of Maximilian this time is made up of kindness. The math doesn't add up, no matter how you think about it, because muscle is more than half the battle.
'Yes, I beg for mercy from Archangel Elmi, Archangel Olafa, Archangel Ra'al, and all the angels. Please take away the fever and pain that nestle in his body and give him health and comfort instead....
The healer thrust out his palm towards Maximilian and uttered a light attribute chant. He must have gone home too early and must have gathered all the strength he could muster. Sweat was pouring out of his forehead.
A blindingly white light fell from the heavens and engulfed Maximilian's body, gaining momentum and taking away all of the power of the disease that plagues the hegemon.
A blindingly white light fell from the heavens and engulfed Maximilian's body, gaining momentum and taking away all of the power of the disease that plagues the hegemon.
''Hmm, you're nervous after all. Don't be afraid of failure, don't be concerned about the shape of things, just keep going from there! Don't hesitate, do what you want!
''No, no, it's not that...''
As Maximilian uttered the words of supremacy and cheer, the healer replied in a shaky voice.
What's the matter, the four Heavenly Kings surrounded the Healer. I'll tell you what, I'll tell you what, I'll tell you what. There are unnecessarily tepid shouts of "Let's show the man" and so on.
The Healer repeated the chanting of healing magic as sweat poured out of his body and dripped onto the floor.
'Alright, angel of light, beg for mercy, ohhhhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh!
The healer, who was shaking on his knees and despairing, finally collapsed on the spot.
No, no............................ The Angel of Light is not coming down! I can't believe it, no one is answering our chants.................... It's not that it hasn't reached the ears of the angels, it's that it's blatantly rejected!
I feel like I've just been told something really scary. Allie felt goosebumps rise. Sweat bursts from the top of his head.
"Shit! So this is how angels of light do it!
The voice of the black spot (Abel) echoes directly in the room, not in the brain.
"Govels, you have 40 seconds to get ready. I'm going back to the demon world to gather information! Takkun, take care of Arie for me.
"I'm in charge with a bang.
In the corner of her mind, she wondered if it was Gobel when she called them together, and so on, while Allie listened idly to the live voices of her heart's friends.
My whole body is shaking. The flowing sweat shows no sign of stopping. The Angel of Light's strike - probably involving Saint Mia - was enough to shatter Allie's heart.
For the tenth time in my life, it was non-stressful except for being a muscle fest. But like the protagonist in the picture story, it doesn't work out so conveniently, apparently.
＜Ummm...umm...you can't use healing magic...how far does that affect you...? What's going to happen to Jean, who's in a private healer's office...? >
Oh, no. I feel lightheaded. If I don't go on like this, I'm going to fall backwards - the moment I thought that, my body was about to fall backwards.
Oh, no. I feel lightheaded. If I don't go on like this, I'm going to fall backwards - the moment I thought that, my body was about to fall backwards.
Just before she was slammed to the floor in an upright, immobile position, Allie was caught in Maximilian's thick arms and held tightly.