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"The curse is known to be performed by a spellman, that is, a wizard familiar with the curse, and by a labyrinth with the grace of the curse, as well as by divine punishment. Which one of these days did you think?"
Riol and Knight Jakov's face suddenly added harshness.
"I'm not excited about the spell."
At this time, Edda noticed that the light in Norma's eyes had slightly sharpened.
"But there are a number of excellent wizards in Coggles who have bewitched the spell. When they looked it up, it meant it wasn't caused by any known spell. Coggles also has a curse favor to offer, but the symptoms did not apply to any favor that the person knew. We finally called the clergy to perform the ritual for nine days, which turned out to be no curse by any god known today."
"Hmm, hmm"
Norma rested her hand to take notes, closed her eyes, and stuck her forehead on the axis of the pen.
"When did the magician's investigation, the pet enquiry, and the clergyman's ritual each occur?
"The first and second have been done for ten years and still sometimes they are called in to ask for their opinions. The third is about five years ago."
"Since when have the symptoms gotten serious?
"It's the ninth month of last year. Until then, even though you fall sometimes, you were usually fine. Nor has there been any error in judgment or memory. Since you fell in the ninth month of last year, your consciousness has remained cloudy and you will not be awakened, no matter how many pills you prescribe, no matter how much you loosen up your [recovery], or how many different [blessings] you receive. The flesh faded more visibly."
"Even if you don't know who the curse is, you can un-curse or lift it."
"Yes. Seven years ago I searched for it, I bought the" Hurt's Dagger "out of a labyrinth. But it didn't get any better."
"I see."
Norma closed her eyes and sat deeply on the couch, pondering.
Eventually I opened my eyes and I woke up and said:
"Thank you. I think you've heard what it takes. Thanks to this, you can skip the procedure. If I hadn't listened to you, I would have called in a spell artist or cleric to give you their opinion. But it turns out it doesn't have to be. If the symptoms do not improve even with the" Hart's Dagger ", it is believed that the curse is already assimilated to the patient's life itself. If you were here a little later, it would have been impossible to save your life."
"Does that mean it's treatable?
"Might help"
"Oh, God!
"Thanks!"
"We already knew earlier that there was room to untie the treatment. And then we're going to add a little more allies."
"More allies?
"Yes, Master Riol. It's a state where everything in your gut is turning against your enemies. You're supposed to work to keep your body alive, but you're working to twitch and kill it. We have to get those guts back to our side. If you can do that, you can put up a battle at once."
"Uhm. I don't know, but the Master has a chance, doesn't he?
"Yes, Master Jakov"
"Then we shall obey the knowledge of the Master!
"Will any of you take turns and stick to the patient's pillow?
"I don't know. The escort can't keep the two of you company at all times. Besides, Master Riol, the petty officer, or the therapist, Lord Aterna, will be with you."
"It will be a long battle. Ask where the quarters are and take turns to go in for a break. Breaks are in the fight, too. Rest your mind, eat well, check your health, and you won't be able to help."
"Whoa. I got it."
Lord Norma.
"Lord Aterna, anything?
"I had just put my wand on it and checked every inch of it."
"Oh. Did you see that one? You can see magic."
"Yes. faint though. So, what exactly was it doing?"
"I was trying to work and guide my guts to remember what they were supposed to do."
"Is that what you can do?
"Yes, if you are familiar with the structure and workings of your gut and learn what to do if it works crazy, then you can treat it with a little magic"
"How much knowledge do you possess with your youth?"
"I'm not the only one working hard or drilling. The research my late father left me supports me."
"With all due respect, may I have your father's name?"
"Thursfree Wazlov,"
Norma gave her father's name with her family name.
That's what my uncle Godfrey called my father, and then one day he kept wanting to call himself.
Riol and the knight Jakov gave a slight look as to whether they had reacted to the Wazlov family's name, but did not say anything when they put it in their mouth.
"Lord Thursfree Wazlov"
The practitioner Aterna asked further questions after speaking his name in disgust.
"You've been exercising magic for a long time, but how magical it is."
"Ha. Thanks to this."
Norma took one magic restorative medicine out of the sachet and gave it to her therapist Aterna.
"What's this?
"It is a magic restorative medicine at the hands of the pharmacist Lecan. Drink it and the magic will continue to gush for half a day. I originally had only a very small amount of magic, so I have devised how to use less magic effectively. With this medicine, we can treat things like the ones we did earlier."
"Right, so. The secret to Lord Edda's continued use of purification and recovery was this medicine."
"No, that's"
"Pharmacist, Lecan!
The therapist Aterna gave a face that was as quiet as a crop, with a look that was neither angry nor struggling, and caught the magic restorative pills with harsh eyes.