A sight far from everyday, where people go busy. Anxiety voices whispered everywhere.
I ran through it heartless.
"Laura!"
Senior Lina was out in the hallway, waiting for me. I let myself out of breath, but in a few moments I excite myself to rush to my senior.
"Senior! Um... Huh!
"Were you okay?
"Ha, yes... uh, so... healing pills... eh!
My breath is constant, and I can t say much of what I want to tell you.
It wasn t just about studying the chef, it was also about keeping exercise strong. Because I grew up in a country surrounded by mountains - and so on - I now set aside the reflection and take a few deep breaths.
Senior Lina rubbed my back so that she would work me out of breath. And you talk fast and screw it up.
"Yeah, leave that to us. There's plenty of storage, so Laura's in the evacuation area with Chelsea."
I ll help too!
I wanted to make a strong suggestion.
"Ampere, help me. Gawley is Lina's assistant."
Earlier than that, a man s voice instructed us to do so.
I look back on the momentum. Arnold, with an even more rugged expression there than usual, stood with a staring look at this one - perhaps a look of impatience.
"A, Arnold!? What are you talking about? You two are somewhere a little safer."
"I want even one man! What are you going to do in case there's not enough healing pills!
Arnold absurd his voice. While I agree with that word in my heart - and of course I'm happy with Senior Lina's feelings - I'm finally done breathing that was rough.
The castle should normally have enough healing pills stored in it. But this time, to an unprecedented crowd of demons, the place where we are fighting is also just off the King's Capital. In case the Knights break through - the city could be ravaged by demons. In order not to be like that, there should be even one more recovery pill.
Senior Lina gave Arnold s words a look of dissatisfaction for a moment, but I guess she convinced herself as she summed up her thoughts in her head, nodding one and turning her heel back from the spot. And as I call Chelsea's name, I go into the mixing room.
♪ I follow Arnold's back, too, knocking at the door of another mixing room. And anyway, he scratched the herbs that were placed all over the room and began to prepare for the formulation.
"Make it anyway! If there doesn't seem to be enough ingredients, pick them up gradually!
"Yes!
Arnold s instructions signaled the start, and we proceeded to formulate at exactly the same time.
- If it's a less potent recovery drug, you can produce as much mass as you want in just a few hours. But I don't need such a recovery pill right now. A highly potent healing medicine that can heal seriously wounded soldiers instantly. I have to make that as much as I can.
● Making one highly potent healing drug can take a lot of work. Basic fundamentals, restorative herbs, herbs that have the effect of amplifying the potency of other herbs, both of which are of several kinds, must be fried in large quantities and mixed carefully without panic. In some cases, effects such as paralysis are also added.
From then on, it was already a battle with me.
Instantly determine the potency of the herb grasped in your hand, what kind of restorative medicine to make. This also instantly comes to mind the formula method. Rinse each of the multiple herbs, mix with the brine, and over the fire, stirring in some cases as you watch them gradually. And when I feel like it's time to stop the fire - every process changes force, time, and so on depending on the herb. I had no problem at all with the minute I concentrated on making one and two, but I fry an unprecedented amount of herbs simultaneously, and my head was extremely confused.
♪ Still, I won't stop. For times like this, I have studied to this day.
Make. Make. Make. Sort. I'll go pick it. Make it again.Make it. Make...
How long has it been since I carelessly kept making healing pills? The wooden box filled with restorative medicine was entering the third box.
Arnold and I were desperate to combine without a conversation, but it was still the third box. Though it was going well for both of us, the recovery pills were still not such that we could produce them in a short amount of time.
- If it was a game, you could mass produce it in an instant, no matter how much you choose the herb and press the formulation button!
I scream unexpectedly in my heart. But that's what I screamed for, and there's no way the herb in front of me could happen to turn me into a healing pill. We have to change it with me and Arnold.
I wiped a lot of sweat on my forehead. And I tried to work on the next formulation - the moment.
"Do you have any healing pills!?
The door opened rampantly, so that an avalanche broke in and people entered the room.
Face up and look at you. There stood a Knights man with a bandage around his forehead and right arm.
- Are you back from the front line?
I see Arnold. Then it seemed like I was in the middle of a formulation, and when I left it to me, I sent a glimpse. I nod and take two boxes of recovery meds twisted to the entrance as I slip the floor.
"Take this with you!
The Knights nodded, lifting one box for now. At that time, I could see that my face was distorted by pain. - Blood is seeping into the bandage wrapped around his right arm.
"Ah, you should drink too......!
"I'm fine! I'll have it!
He laughed bitterly, he took the hallway.
By the time I got here, I didn t have enough healing pills. Have I run out of storage yet?
It bothers me, but now I don't have time to worry about it. One or more, we need to formulate a healing pill!
I get up in a hurry. And I tried to get back to work.
- Bang!
Once again, the door made a loud noise and opened abusively. Now I look back at who the hell it is - a little.
There he was, Mr. Oliver. He owes his men shoulders in a flanky manner.
"Mr. Arnold!
Mr. Oliver screams. I thought you were here to get some healing pills - but I felt a temper that I didn't think was all. Seeing that chopped look, I wondered why Mr. Oliver had come to visit Arnold.
― ― Arnold has powerful magic power.
Senior Lina s voice resuscitates behind her eardrum.
The rumors the seniors sniffed must have been true.
"So, the captain injured his right eye...! Yet now I am responding to a giant beast-shaped demon...
To the right eye, injury.
The moment I heard the words, my throat made an unpleasant noise.
- Will Veik lose his right eye in this battle?
I grabbed the hem of my white coat all the time. It's something I had a hunch about, but that can't be why I'm not shocked.
If I had advanced beforehand, or could I have changed this future? No, he kicked me in the ass saying it was just a little girl's bullshit, and he couldn't have even asked me. Even for me, I wasn't sure Vake was bound to get hurt. And...
Mr. Oliver, whom I stare at, goes on to say even more.
"The demon's skin is stiff and the sword doesn't go through at all! So we need a brilliant magician!"
In the words, he also figured out why Mr. Oliver had come to visit him.
Arnold scratches the healing pills on his desk and sticks them in his white pocket. He then approached the knighthood member, who seemed to be near Mr. Oliver's side, and peeled off from Mr. Oliver when he thought he'd grabbed that shoulder, trying to drag him straight away and ran out.
Big footsteps go away.
Arnold also thinks blurry as he listens to the sound of going away, whether he goes to battlefield as a magician. But the next moment, he returned to me that was not the case.
We have to treat Mr. Oliver!
Run over to Mr. Oliver with more than one healing pill at hand. He has wounds all over his body, and among them, my belly wounds look quite serious.
"O, Mr. Oliver, are you all right!? ♪ Um, just drink this. ♪
"Thank you"
Mr. Oliver speaks of healing pills. Then, for a moment, its face becomes much more distorted, and its body becomes strong. When I was surprised that something was wrong with my recovery pills, I immediately lost my strength from his body.
I think of what the reaction is now, and I think of it. - Yes, this is the first time I've seen a wounded person take a recovery pill.
Look at the side wound. The wound was blocked.
"Ha... I knew Laura was a good cook"
"No, no... you know, if it's okay because there's more..."
"No, it's okay now. Please use it on other soldiers."
Mr. Oliver smiles at me once before getting up. And walked out with a firm foothold.
Where the hell are we going? Are you going back to the front again?
I looked anxiously at his back for a little while, but I think this time is a waste. Now that Arnold is out, I have to work as hard as I can. I need to make, make, make.
Turn back to the mixing table. I slapped him on the cheek and put him in the mood again.