The Adventure of the Boy With a Mind of a Middle-aged Man

Riase exercises healing magic while wiping overflowing sweat while striking a palm in the chest of a wounded youth.

The medical team continued to divide the soldiers and mercenaries who were brought in into serious injuries requiring immediate treatment, moderate patients with relatively spare time, and minor patients who were naturally cured, and were treated in each tent.

Liase and his brother Roche engaged in a relatively low urgency among patients with moderate and severe cases. Adults from the Sagami Chamber of Commerce medical squad, as well as Satella and the Virgin - Her Royal Highness Lillinor - were assigned to severely ill patients with high urgency.

Rosh doesn't open his mouth a word and is silently engaged in treatment. It may be that Gray's words are dead (hence) that still won't stop him, even though it will be the limit some time ago from that blue-white face.

As Gray said, if Zem lost his life by entrusting it to Roche, it is incumbent on the remaining Roche and Liase to live up to that expectation. Even if it was a staircase to a hero and a dangerous way to climb.

"We are nobles and generals!! Treat us before such a filthy common soldier!!"

Turning only to his face, he caught sight of several noblemen wrapped in luxurious armor.

Again. How many times is this? With the same push question, one thing I want you to do is get the treatment to stop.

The officials of the Sagami Chamber of Commerce, who had initially tried to persuade them to be polite, now just looked (and only) uncomfortable and did not try to deal with it at all. Naturally, no matter what they do, they don't seem to suffer the kind of wounds they treat.

"Count Novartis, the lad there is an undeserved man who raised his hand to the son of His Highness the Duke of Curos!

A nobleman curled his little fat golden hair from behind shows himself.

Viscount Dort Magotta, the man who dressed our Red Phoenix Brigade with the stigma of a coward and pulled Zem's death trigger.

I'm supposed to hate you to death, but Roche doesn't even try to see you, and keeps using healing magic on seriously ill soldiers.

"Well, then get him. The souvenir of Lord Curos, who is still fast, when he triumphs."

Do they know what the situation is now?

Number of casualties borne (and) admitted to this clinic. There are many things there that are both breathing and constant. Beyond the limitations of the magic of the Liases, magic must be consumed more properly. Anyway, one use of that magic determines the survival of each person's life.

Long lived aristocrats - when the Earl of Novar commands, a resilient soldier with an earl escort surrounds Roche.

"You too, get the filthy civilians out there now. Let's make this our sanatorium now!

I was good at it, and I mentioned such an idiot.

It's as if you haven't even noticed the sight of blame concentrating simultaneously from the soldiers accompanying the seriously wounded or the wounded mercenaries who bought and left the help.

"Could you please stop! Seeing this sight, do you think we can afford to be associated with your nobility's selfishness?!?"

Tana, an extraordinary helper from the village of Toto, whom Carla summoned, rises and rises sharply.

I was taken quite frustrated by the way he slapped the floor rhythmically on the soles of his feet while putting his arms together.

"Do you understand who you are opening your mouth to?!?"

"Yeah, you're a coward nobleman back from the battlefield with that wound, aren't you?

Count Novar flaunts Mr. Tana when he shakes up the pattern of his sword.

Instead of moving, Tana doesn't even. However, the slight bleeding from his mouth was telling the truth about the beating.

"Enough. These are wild dogs bitten by Lord Curros. It has been decided that you will be killed anyway. Take him!

When they pull their swords out of their sheaths at once, the soldiers with their swords point their tips at Liase and the others.

Usually, Roche, who was supposed to overreact first, still kept doing his healing magic without even a glance (the best).

"Um, Tana, these guys are not enemies. So, can we eat?

A brunette toddler who had slept in the corner of the room until earlier - Dora - gets up with a nose, wiping the cobbler but mouthing such a poor quality joke.

"No, you can't. If you eat such a ghetto, you'll break my stomach. First of all, it's not gonna taste good."

Tana is fed up with the feeling, and even though she covers her face with her palms, she speaks like that.

"Chi, concubine, I haven't eaten anything since this morning and I'm very hungry."

Ku and Dora's tummy rings cute.

"Almost there, Master Gray is back. We're having a treat tonight. So patience until then. Okay?"

"Yeah, I got it!

"A treat, a treat, it's a treat, ♩" the soldiers frown and look at each other as they play with their mouths in a weird tone, whirling happily around the room to Dora.

I can't help it. I couldn't read Dora's feelings of cowardice at all, even in the atmosphere of the instant slaughter of being stabbed with this sword.

"You fool me! Do it!"

Count Novar, who raises his hysterical voice, and Mr. Tana, who narrows his eyes to Sue.

"Oh, boy, now I know how he feels."

A red-haired female mercenary who was a seriously injured patient - Fox threw up like that when she stood up, even though she was cursed. She also knows Liase. After that incident, he became the former mercenary companion of Commander Aquid, his former lover.

She was seriously wounded dying and was brought into this tent earlier, but thanks to the magic of Mr. Tana, she has been healed and is now being given a rest in the corner of the tent.

"Don't be impotent. You can't just stand there yet."

Tana was right, even though she was treated, she was dying of serious injuries. It can't be exactly the way it was. If you move it, it will open as much as a scratch. Yet this Mitsuhito didn't hear that he was heading to the battlefield earlier.

"What do you guys do?

When the red-haired female mercenary Fox screams, the mercenaries brought in as well rise together and take out their swords.

"Fo, Fox regiment, are you insane!? You are mercenaries hired by our regular army. Your actions are a clear act of treason against us! It's very forgiving."

Viscount Dorto Magotta summons a whisper,

"Ugh! What's treason! We risked our lives on this battlefield! Today, a large number of our compatriots and subordinates are also wounded and dead. That's so much fighting. Keep that out of that hell early and make this your sanatorium!? Fools off too. No!

Here, general soldiers, but mercenaries, depending on the severity of the wound, judge calmly and heal. Here is hope for us, the warriors. You guys are the ones who pull no more of this war leg!! "

"Ugh, you filthy mercenaries fool us!

To the bright red and angry Dorto and the Counts of Novartis, the mercenaries scorn (offer) a thin laugh, but change the grip of the sword pattern. Apparently, we're serious about this.

"Don't stop!

As you gaze near the entrance to the tent with the voice of Stopping (Shivering), a silver-haired girl with both hands on her hips enters your sight.

"This is Her Royal Highness!

Mercenaries to the nobles, beginning with Count Novar, who kneel one at a time. Tana also learns from it, so Liase also drips her neck when she kneels (knees).

Behind His Royal Highness is His Highness's immediate escort knight, the one who was helping Riase and the others. Probably asked Her Royal Highness to clean things up.

"Count Novartis, I hear you're trying to take over this facility, is that true?

The usual leeway falls out on His Highness Lillinor's voice. Pretty angry could easily be assumed from the voice color.

"Let's see. They are proud subjects of the Empire. This facility is a gift from His Majesty the High King. I think it would be best to operate under our command."

No one utters a word to the rampant argument of exactly foolishness itself. Either way, it's because of intense fright. In this country, the emperor is superior to the emperor. Give us the name of the emperor, the source of our own authority, and everything will be carried as we wish. I guess that's what you understand. But that's just an adult politics story.

"This facility is operated in His Majesty's name. I don't know why I'm talking about Grandpa."

Her Royal Highness Lillinor's voice tone is dropping another octave. His Highness Lillinor was in a terrible mood after hearing rumors about Zem's death (Tenma) and the city to Gray.

Especially this facility, which His Majesty Georg immediately entrusted to His Royal Highness Lilinoa, is tantamount to selling fights to His Majesty Georg and His Royal Highness Lilinoa at the time of receiving it, and there is no need to be angry. Now all the knights with His Royal Highness are distorting their faces to humiliation.

"Your Royal Highness, that's a highly political story. Please, look into it."

"Your Majesty has entrusted me with everything in this facility. There's no muscle in your mouth!

"Your Highness, Your Majesty will grieve!

"So why, because we're going to talk about Grandpa. Shh!

Damn, I can't keep up. How long is this country going to keep making such a crap farce?

"It's annoying, if you have time to fuck around, heal quickly. You're injured too, so go to sleep. Outsiders are off-limits. Get out of here."

Rosh's grumpy voice. Cold chills run like cold tulars on my spine.

It would definitely be out as a statement to the Gateway nobility and Her Royal Highness.

The Counts of Novar watched Roche with a poker face, but immediately put a thick blue muscle on his forehead.

"It's saintly tempting when you're a starving ghost of a filthy civilian, just because you can use saint magic!

"Your Royal Highness, this man worked an assault on Prince Curos. You should have him tied up immediately!

Ridiculous. If you really need to be tied up, like Gray did a long time ago, Roche is also tied up. Above all, it was only Zem who worked the assault on Prince Curos, neither in the rumours that it was spreading to the alley (again) nor in the claims of the actual Lord Curos, and not a word has been said about Roche's sins. That must have been the fact that they were shouting themselves out loud.

Most of all, it is this empire where common sense that even such a toddler can tell doesn't work.

"No! That child was just trying to help the people of Raddle! I was in that place then. So no mistakes!!"

One of the wounded soldiers gets up while fumbling, and when he kneels, he shouts out.

"Your Highness, I'm afraid I will testify, too. When the nobleman there was working an assault on the people of Radl, his son tried to help Lord Curos where he tried to kill the people of Radl and also his wife. This is the truth!

The tent begins to sneak up on the wounded in tune.

"Nha!? Ki, you guys, if you say so -"

"It's not cod!!"

Dort Magotta tries to change his blood phase and speak out his objections, but his sword is slapped to the ground.

Dort, while fixing his gaze on the person he slapped, was puckering his mouth,

"What are you trying to do?"

Immediately and dramatically, ask the will. That would be the case, too. Because he was the guardian of the nobles, and he was one of those who had swords against Liase.

"There's already a lot of them! What a nobleman! What a king! Those words alone make it easy for people to die. Now the people of Raddle and his companions were slain at the play of nobles and brave men.

Yet. Even while we're talking such cowardly and crap, that kid hasn't rested much longer and keeps healing. I feel sorry for myself already. How long have we grown-ups in this country been so rotten? "

In the words of the soldier, one bites his lower lip, while the other trembles with a hard gripping fist with a bitter expression.

……

And when one sword after another is thrown to the ground, everyone, sits down.

"You think you can just defy me!

No one will try to get up, even though Dorto is full of hatred and intimidation.

"I think so."

Under this chaotic circumstance, two men say so when they enter the tent.

One of them was a young man with long golden hair tied behind him in gorgeous clothing with eyes as thin as a line, and the other was a middle-aged man with short black hair who produced a mustache.

"What, you are!

Even if Dorto yells and scatters in a grumpy manner, he is beaten harder in the chest by Count Novar, causing his eyes to turn black and white, but asking him about his complexion.

"Please forgive me, Marquis Rhina."

As soon as I heard the name Rhina, my blood rapidly drew from Dort's complexion.

"Fine, my purpose has already been achieved. Only this time, I personally don't move directly. But come on, you guys got a little scratch on your trinkets, and I'm going to get a death sentence or something. Do you understand?"

"Death penalty pronounced...... is it?

To the dreaded Asking Earl of Novar, the blonde young man - Rhina's face is viciously distorted and turns back to Dorto.

"Our commercial guild just officially decided to permanently freeze any deal between the Curos and Magotta families. Especially Mr. Dort, you have a large loan. I'm asking for a prompt return."

"Hey, give me a minute. Such tyranny!

"Even if they say tyranny. You and Lord Curros were the ones who sold the fight by cutting the front to the guild, weren't you?

"Wow, I don't work for the guild disrespectfully!

"No, no, no, because of you guys, our guild members from the Empire were seriously in trouble. Exactly one step wrong, there was even the possibility that we would have to declare our country ruined. It's just a miracle it's done to this extent. I really can't thank the local fans for their help."

"Now I beg your pardon."

Obviously the clouds are getting worse, Count Novar leaves the dolt when he graces it and exits to escape.

Even Liase hears about the horrors of the commercial guild. Still, even Her Royal Highness has a strong sense of discomfort in the way that nobles who were not frightened (frightened) are so ridiculously upset (how).

"Oh, yeah, I'm only escorting you today."

A short-haired man who had silently refrained behind Rhina's back took the parchment out of her pocket a step earlier.

"Viscount Dorto Magotta, you are charged with complicity in the murder of the people of Radl and complicity in fraud against commercial guilds. From now on, I would like to appear before the Judicial Service. If we're going to resist, we're going to eliminate this with strength."

When a short-haired man rattles his fingers with his pussy, Dorto is surrounded by numerous guards armed in the tent.

"What evidence do you have of such foolishness?!?"

"Evidence? That should also be preached to the presiding judge during the trial. I have no authority to judge your crime department."

When a short-haired man signals with his jaw, the guard restrains both wrists of Dort with a rope.

"Wait for me!

When he pulled up Ruru's dolt while scratching the speck, he thanked His Highness and Rhina, and the short-haired man left his tent.

"Thank you, Uncle Rhina."

"It's not necessary. Gray, you are the treasure of our guild. I don't want you to be in a place like this."

At that time, a loud cheer, like a ground beep heard from the outside, shivers the eardrum.

"Look, apparently, there's a paragraph outside, too"

Her Royal Highness, with her hands on her chest and a relieved (mostly) expression, had closed her eyelids (eyelids),

"Come on, ladies and gentlemen, one more step."

His Royal Highness urges him to do so, and Liase and the others resume exercising their restorative magic.