Your Highness? Is your Highness safe?
"... I'm dying. No, it's a miracle I'm still alive."
"Oh, no... I can't help you!"
I discovered Benjamin, who was lying down, and stuck a magic sword in him.
Benjamin's blood is drawn into me through the demon sword Norn.
Along with its abundant and forged magic power.
I'm sure if you like alcohol like Ian, you might describe it as good wine, no, sweet dew.
It's superior blood.
It's filling me up.
An innocent voice called out to me while I was tasting the feast like that.
It was Benjamin's sidekick.
They gathered around me and Benjamin one after another and uttered their words.
I am responding appropriately to that, but I want you to be a little quiet.
I'm tasting the best blood right now.
(No, this isn't the best blood, Alphonse. The best thing I've ever had was Ars Barca's blood. This one's blood is pretty good too, but it's not far enough for that.)
Along with the annoying voice from the surroundings, I can hear such a voice from my home.
It's my blood, Norn's mind.
For Norn, the best blood since he was born a demon sword is that of Brother Arth.
After being left alone in the magic labyrinth for many years, I drank the blood of Brother Ars in a state that began with my blood.
It seemed to be even more superior in blood.
But at that time, I wasn't a bloodsucker.
I don't know how good Brother Arth's blood is.
So this blood of Benjamin is the best blood I've ever had.
I want you to say the extra thing and not spill the water.
"Can't you handle it, Lord Alphonse Barca?" Is it not true that thou hast given thy name as a son of miracles? I've heard that even if you lose your limbs, you can perform a miracle to revive them. Please save His Highness. "
"Do you mean you want me to treat you?" It doesn't matter, but I'll get the reward, right? "
"Oh no! Your Majesty's life depends on it." Don't say anything like that, but fix it right away. ”
"I can't. I can't just cure it." If you don't get paid properly, we can't treat you. ”
"... what do you want?" We will pay whatever we can. Thank you very much. "
"That's right. Now, let's take a look at Ben's magic bag and its contents." In addition, would you like to receive the royal demon army and demon weapon used in the battle against the White Dragon? "
"N-no, such a nonsense. All of them are national treasures. I can't give it to you or anything like that.”.
I see. I'm sorry.
Do you think they know what's going on?
We are in a place that is too harsh for mankind to set foot on.
Moreover, there was a super powerful monster called the White Dragon.
I think it would be cheap for treatment at such a place.
"Grrrr... I see. We have lost your luggage. I don't know where it is. Somewhere like this. You'll never find it again.”
"I see. So, if I find it... okay?"
“Yes, we have nothing to say about Alphonse Barca's possessions, and we cannot.”
"Okay, let's treat it." However, I have to tell you something first. It is up to Ben whether this succeeds or not. Don't forget that. ”
Benjamin's gear.
Take them off quickly.
I handed them over to Lambda who was by my side.
The servants look at it with regret.
But I don't complain.
Benjamin fought against the white dragon at the mausoleum and chose not to say anything because it was lost.
Even with them, they can't use the royal property as a trading material on their own, so it must be a painstaking plan.
Looking at the look on my face, I started the treatment.
[Recovery], not.
Instead of miraculous magic to undo the blood lost in an instant, I pumped blood into Benjamin's body.
Use the power of the demon sword Norn.
I have done the same thing before.
At that time, it was for Oliva.
Oliva's blood was swapped with the blood of Glugalia's archers, who possessed the magic to unleash the arrows of fire.
At that time, Oliva wandered through the frontier of life and death.
Luckily, or by showing guts, Oliva survived and got the magic to fire the arrows.
At that time, I think there were quite a few side reactions.
However, this time, there was no severe reaction.
Because instead of some kind of magic user's blood, he sent the blood of ordinary people to Benjamin.
For the time being, the blood type matches that of Benjamin.
Therefore, there was no rejection, and Benjamin's blood filled the blood vessels.
The face of the First Prince, who had fallen in the snow, was cold and pure white.
The redness returned to the original color because of the transfusion.
Your heartbeat is also beating normally.
And behold, the servants of Benjamin rejoiced, and lifted up their voices.
But they will find out later.
The power of the White Dragon was now lost from the Prince.
Thus, the prince who fought the dragon on the mausoleum survived the fierce battle and paid a great price.