"Plum!?

"It's kind of weird -... fluffy, do..."

"Plum, come on!

Pushing over the screaming Hemperoza, I held up the pram. He then carried it straight to the sleeping area (bed) in the corner of the study, lying gently on the body of the powerless plum.

I immediately activate the Autonomous Drive Formula (APPLECT) with my fingertips in the air, - displaying tactical information display (TACTICS), and its derivative technique, Existence Measurement (STATUS).

The immediately floating translucent glass plate has a yellow background. That's a performance that informs you of danger in battle, but now it just stirs up agitation.

Her body temperature is nearly forty degrees and she has high fever.

The pulse is weak, the breathing is shallow, the vital state displayed incredibly worse.

"Why..., I should have been normally fine this morning"

"Oh yeah, even when I go home..."

A dark elf girl with brown skin just grates with tears at the edge of her eyes. Even if you call yourself a demon cleric, your body and mind are returning to your children. I guess I can't do anything about it.

If I were alone, I'd just be upset, but it's also true that Hemperoza keeps me somewhat calm thanks to her presence. I have to do something about this place.

"Cool it anyway."

If the body temperature rises any more rapidly, the pseudoproteins that make up the tissue could collapse. I'm in a hurry. I can't get my head around it.

- Chill? Water? Ice? Where would the bucket have been!?

No matter how many battles you go through and you name the only wise man in the world, the contents are ordinary men. I've never encountered a situation where a child falls from a fever.

Dicamaran's six heroes were just like not catching a single cold, and the only monk who could use healing magic, Manuferno, didn't want to take much care of him because of "some reason".

Six Heroes snorted at daily health care and cautioned against injuries and illnesses. A monk who doesn't show up... and I was frightened, but now is not the time to think about this.

"Greg, your lord is a wise man!? You can use magic! Pfft, here's the thing...... healing for you!?

"A wise man can't do the magic of healing. I have a simple hemostasis or a first-aid autonomous drive formula (appct)..."

"Yes, no! To the unusable! Wait a minute! I'm going to procure the one that I think I can use!

"Oh, come on!?

Hemperoza stopped screaming and rushed out and popped out of the mansion.

I don't know where the hell you are or who you're bringing, but I can't do that to Ate.

"Hempero... honey...?

"Don't worry, Plum, he went looking for drugs. Because I'm here."

"Yes... it is..."

I turn my blind eye towards this one for a moment, but I close my eyes again painfully.

Nowhere is it more energetic than the usual annoying bounce of energy.

"Damn......!

I just have to do what I can now.

Tactics are fingered to derive another window after window.

Find among the various stored autonomous driving formulas (apricts) that may be used to cure illness. But even with "hemostasis" and "poisoning", there is nothing to cure the disease in the first place.

In the first place - is healing magic effective on the plum now?

Autonomous Drive Formula (APPLECT) is not like normal attack magic or healing magic.

It is fundamentally different from magic where wizards inspire (follow) various phenomena by sending contracts with spirits, demons, angels, etc., and borrowing "external powers".

The root of all the power of the autonomous driving formula (appct) lies in "myself," which is constructed to connect the very simple levels of the commanding formula "on" and "off" with a magical thread and to move the massively integrated commanding formula automatically.

To put it plainly, it's an image of a pseudo-computer and a program being built in me.

Without the protection of the Spirit, the smile of an angel, and the covenant of blood with the devil, I can't use the "magic" kind that a common wizard uses.

- What a wise man.

Can you do this, too, me?

I accidentally bite my teeth off.

There are several autonomous driving formulas (appcts) that can cure magic impersonations, but they are all emergency procedures, first aid.

and found in the depths of Windu an autonomous drive formula (apict) named "Cheerful Wah". What the... this? Ah! I remember......

When I said Isa, it was a source of energy I had planted in preparation for the "showdown as a man" to come... only a small part of it was going to get better.

"Can I use it or something like this!?

I got up and ran to the kitchen, and when I drew the water from the bucket into the pan, I ran back to the plum.

Wet the towel and place it on your forehead.

No matter how many times you replace it, the water will warm up and the heat won't go down.

I'm frustrated by helplessness. This is the first time the power of a wise man has been so useless.

I could only assume that the underlying power of the Dragon Man's Blood, which is the foundation of Plum's life, was beginning to deplete.

Then you have to make a pill to make it up to you.

"If this happens, we'll have to synthesize the medicine in an underground lab..."

But... can you make it right away? The ingredients we have now are very inadequate. There is no more Dragon Man (Dragon Man) Blood used to make the plum.

The "blood" used to create the plum came with the help of a dying dragon man (Draguns) in the course of a former adventure. It is based on a very small sample, obtained by squeezing out the blood stained in the garment.

I ran my gaze out the window.

The evening is already near.

The light of the leaning sun is faint and plugged into the room.

If we go to Metanostadt, the king's capital, we won't get it in the Magic Tools District, or in the illegal shops underground?

But is the blood of the Dragon Man (Dragon Man) of a species that refuses to engage with humans sold in the first place? It is a rare item in rare items, also valuable as a magic catalyst.

Suppose there is... an underground black market, an illegal mall.

"Seriously..."

I flashed.

Together... there was someone who helped the Dragon Man (Draguns) who had fallen!

One of Dicamaran's six heroes - the monk Manuferno.

Loose knitted silver lowered hair on round glasses.

She is a witch who serves God and a healing goddess. And a contraindicated user of rotten magic (pedos).

He was just like me, staining his clothes with blood in a holy white coat (cloak) woven with feathers.

And that coat was definitely worn to the end of the adventure.

- If you find Manuferno, you might get it!

I got up.

No, but Manuferno is now... where are you?

- And somehow the voice was heard from the front door.

That's Hemperoza and someone... a man's voice.

Footsteps and voices approach the study where Pram and I are. Hemperoza said, "Come on!" He shouts.

Interpersonal junctions by magic threads (magiwires) have conveyed familiar fluctuations.

The study door opens. What showed up there was a blonde wizard woven with red robes.

"Dingil Hyde!? Hey, why are you..."

I'm surprised I don't have a voice, either.

And the wizard, with his blonde hair on his reptile face, opened his eyes and corrected his posture when he looked at me. And

"Chiis, Senior Grecas. Huh! That verse is...... thanks for your help, sss!

"Ha... ah?

A deep thank you to me.

Hemperoza, shaking her dark hair from the side of it and letting her breath out, gave her a hiccup and her face.

"No, this guy came to the Washi facility today to offer his condolences with a 'magical demonstration'. After that, I said I'd go say hello to the village chief."

"Hey...... this kid suddenly jumps in, smart...... no, Senior Grecas is in trouble! That's why I'm here!

"... I don't need you, go home"

"Hey!? I'll be damned, seniors!

"Who's the senior!? I mean, you... you're too different in character."

I don't think he's a proud, chunk-like man of pride. It seemed different.

In that duel, he temporarily rewrote his true name Holy Mark (Corestigma) and made all his magic into a tragic situation where all he could do was "Pumpkin Rot Juice". That was limited to three days, but as a wizard, it must have been the same thing as dead.

That's not why the crime of insulting my friend Faria Raguntus, the female warrior, disappeared.

"Hey... Actually, I'm the first person in my life to lose that much gut. What is it? Elite or blood? I was proud to lose to everyone, but... I woke up in that duel!

"Oh, oh... yes"

I look at it with a frightened half-eye, but the blonde wizard with the strongest title in the neighboring country kept holding his fist and talking as if something hot was coming up.

"Do you want to be inspired by me, Senior Grecas, or Respect?"

"If you talk more than that, you'll get pumpkin juice out of your mouth..."

"Hey!? Seriously, Sarsen! Really, ah... that's the kid, huh? A sick child."

"Shut up."

Not if you're dealing with him.

I turned to Plum without even looking at Dingilhide.

His breath looks shallow and painfully red.

Sounds cute......

I change the towel on my hot forehead.

"Oh, hey, yis, seniors"

I couldn't help but shake off the hand of a light-haired blonde approaching.

Dingil Hyde had the cold air in his palm.

"You..."

"Oh, what about my cooling magic? Seniors... they fucked me before I showed them to you."

Heh, it was the mouth I could see as, but my eyes were serious themselves.

Place cold air on the forehead of the plum and cool slowly.

"Mmm..."

and Plum frowns comfortably.

"This wizard has done a lot for me, even in the crocodile facility."

Hemperoza slaps Dingil's red cloak all the time.

"I have a little sister and a little brother, and I take good care of her."

I chill whilst I speak lightly, but that's only because I have a lot of skill.

Exquisite temperature adjustment and sustained concentration are boulders, such as one of the strongest wizards in the Duchy of Cullen?

"Seniors! Pot, bump, whatever, get some water, freeze it... I'll make ice that can't be magically solved."

"Ah...... ah!" Oh, come on. "

Me and Hemperoza were rushing out to the kitchen looking at each other.

Continued