The Healer Banished From The Party, In Fact, Is The Strongest

"You're really weak. I can take you down with one hand."

That's what I said, the person laughs as if they were frightened.

That was a little pride-stimulating, but I listened to the words in silence.

Whatever, because the man's words are definitely true.

I skew my face as I roll onto the floor of the labyrinth.

Turn your face to the side and there was a hobgoblin corpse of the ship's arm right around the corner.

Of course, it's not what I defeated.

On the contrary, I was beaten by this hobgoblin without any hands or feet.

If I couldn't help you, I'd be the one who was dead.

Considering that Hobgoblin, as a handful, had his arm cut off, you can see how weak I am.

But still.

No, that's why I had one grievance.

"... please don't compare"

I leaked a small dissatisfaction as I looked up at my hidden face with a black robe.

You know I'm weak, but this guy tries to compare to himself one by one.

... with the physical ability of the vegetarian, myself and myself to beat the orga.

He didn't like me at all because he knew he couldn't win. [M]

"What are you saying sweet, Laust? My physical abilities are the weakest of my kind."

"So what is it, that fellow countryman? I'm human."

"I'll see. It's too early for you."

That said, the man didn't tell me what it meant to call me "compatriot."

To the habit of repeating only meaningful words, the person never tells us what is at stake.

Knowing that, I remain silent in discontent.

Because no matter how much you ask, you know you can't tell me any more.

Only then was it a little different.

Sometimes, where it was supposed to be over, the person didn't cut words.

"Just don't give up if you can just say one thing, Laust"

As if he had seen me in the future, the man goes on with his words with powerful words.

"Don't break it, even if it's weak. Keep rising desperately. That way, you'll know everything."

That said, the person raises his robe slightly to cover his face.

It's obvious from me that I fell under that rope. [M]

Long glossy black hair with a neat face like an endless beauty for everyone.

And there's an eye-like tattoo painted on the forehead area and a black hard protrusion protruding from its center - the horn.

"I'm waiting for you to grow up, my last warrior."

At the end of the day, the sight that spreads in front of me dimmed...

◇ ◆ ◇

When I opened my eyes, what was spreading in front of me was the ceiling illuminated by the demonic props of the lights.

I realize that's the guild ceiling.

Looking up at the ceiling blurred, what I was thinking back was what I had been dreaming about earlier.

A conversation between a horned woman and herself when she was just a boy.

Close your eyes and I'll think of the sight that I can easily remember.

That dream wonders what the hell was the Lord of voices who feels preoccupied.

The dream was too clear to affirm that it was a fantasy while asleep.

Yes, to the extent that they say they've actually been through it, they're likely to believe it.

That's why I have to think.

Even though there's no way I had any involvement, such memories don't exist.

I wonder who the hell that guy is that makes me feel familiar, as if I've even met a family of living apart.

"Oh well"

Second, I realize the reason for my perception of the voice.

"Is that the voice you heard then?"

─ ─ Our bodies are rugged for nothing.

In battle with Fenrill.

Words I remembered when I decided to attack abandonment and was on the verge of death.

That's the woman who taught me that.

"... Huh!

It was at the same time that I remembered what was going on.

Dead fight with Fenrill.

Having lost consciousness after seeing Mr. Ronald defeat Griffon after defeating Fenrill.

I remember all of that, ignoring the pain in my body and forcefully waking up my torso.

"Nal, Sena?

It was then that I noticed the blue hair on the edge of my bed that was leading to depression.

"... um, ah"

The impact of my movements, Narsena moves uncomfortably and opens her eyes thinly.

"Oh no!

And the moment you saw me with my upper body up, you jumped up.

"When will you wake up... No, the wound is better than that...!

Narsena rises out of her chair with momentum, changing her temple and expression with surprise, relief, and worry.

I opened my mouth with such pressure from Narsena. [M]

"Oh, take it easy, Narsena. I'm fine. Here."

As a sign of that, I will spin the slashed man's arm.

... moment, the pain runs if it hadn't healed yet, but it doesn't show up on my face.

"Lying, even though you were all that hurt?

With that, Narsena calms down a little and sits powerless in the chair.

Confirming that, I opened my mouth.

"Well, because so many wounds were everyday tea meals.... than that, can you tell me what the situation is now?

Watching Mr. Ronald take down Griffon, I don't think it's the worst thing that's ever happened to me.

But the fight wasn't over yet at that point, and we don't know what happened to the Riches who were fighting Narsena.

If there's any harm done to the people of the city, I can't regret it.

Narsena opens her mouth like she's in a panic.

"Ah, yes. You're right, your brother's been asleep."

That's how Narsena told me what the hell happened when I passed out, that is, when Mr. Ronald defeated Griffon.

Since I lost my mind, the fight seems to be over soon.

Because at the time we defeated Fenrir, Auga, Rich had already been defeated, and all he had to do was pull up after that.

"I was able to show your brother to Lyla immediately because of that... Lyla said that if he had been attacked in that state, his life would have been in danger"

Now that I know why I'm worried about Narsena, I turn a blind eye at first.

I really didn't think I could do it, but I didn't think it was going to be that bad.

That's what came to my mind about the anomaly I faced before I lost my mind, Heels.

I think back then, remembering that I could only get far more healing than I expected.

I wondered if that was true.

I have never experienced that Heels are extremely ineffective before.

The "Heels" I deal with are effective using magic props.

Except if there was a problem with the magic props, but other factors can't make the Heels less effective.

"... I've been taking good care of my magic tricks."

While checking the magic props placed beside the bed, making sure that there were no abnormalities, I am certain that it was not the magic props that caused the Heels to drop.

Because every one of those things just seems like my delusion that I was in an extreme state.

That's what Narsena thought when she opened her mouth to her worries about me.

"If the heel was worn out like you normally do, it would be nice to treat your brother first."

I accidentally looked back at Narsena. [M]

"... the heel on Narsena was also less effective?

"Huh? Yes. I felt it was less effective than when..."

It wasn't just me, but Narsena felt the effects of Heels were low.

When I found out about it, I understood it wasn't my mistake.

During the battle with Fenrir, he hands on his forehead, which he felt itchy.

The only reason I thought about the diminished effectiveness of Heels was the unusual feeling.

I don't know what happened then, but what does it have to do with what I felt then?

... but no matter how much I thought, I never got an answer.

No matter how much I think about it here and now, it would be a waste of time.

When I realized that, I opened my mouth to Narsena, who looked at me worried.

"I'm sorry, it's okay. Can I ask you to continue the conversation? The adventurers..."

Wow, a large number of cheers.

It resonated when I tried to say the words.

I tell Narsena with a bitter mix of laughter when I understand that the noise is a toast.

"... yeah. You look good enough to celebrate."

"Yes. It's not like there was no damage, Mr. Ronald said, but it's pretty little."

With that said, there were about thirty dead adventurers that Narsena taught us.

It is by no means a small number, and given that many times as many injured people are there, we would not normally be able to say that there is less damage.

"Quite a few, indeed."

But when I fought Fenrill, watching the adventurers being flirted with by the worms, who would be enhanced by the labyrinth rampage, I was squealing so unexpectedly.

I didn't confirm it clearly, but the adventurers should have been in a state of confusion then.

In such a situation, it had to be said that the dozen dead were indeed less harmed.

In the first place, it's not weird to just deal with fortified hobgoblins and orcs, because if you suck, there are hundreds, no, more than two hundred dead.

It was two people I came up with as a factor suppressed by this kind of damage.

"Thanks to Armia and Mr. Lyla?

Talents about magic were definitely in the top tier Armia and Mr. Lyla, who was in a party called First Class in the King's Capital.

I can't think of anything other than these two that could have opened up that situation.

"No, sir."

But Narsena denied my judgment.

"I'm pretty sure those two did a remarkable job, but the biggest credit for protecting the adventurer is another person"

"Huh?"

Narsena tells me as she looks straight at me for losing words to words she never imagined.

"Mist and Hanzam, without those two, the damage would have been more devastating," Mr. Ronald said.

And the words Narsena told were as if they were the names of two people she hadn't imagined.

"... the mists?

"Yes."

I can't hide my surprise, Narsena tells me what the mists accomplished.

Mist serves as a hall to dampen the confusion of adventurers when the worm appears and return to the walls.

As far as Hanzam was concerned, he was suppressing Auga and Rich instead of Narsena, who wanted to be with Fenrir.

"If Hanzam hadn't joined us then, I'm pretty sure there would have been a lot of damage. … admittedly."

I had an unexpected idea of Narsena speaking with a complicated look about being helped by Hanzam.

I know those two have a lot of fighting power.

But I had no idea I could target that power.

The mists and others are in a cooperative system.

Nevertheless, only because it is not hostile to us.

I guess he's just rubbing off on us to survive in a labyrinth rampage, that's what I was thinking.

That's why I couldn't hide my surprise for the mists trying to protect the labyrinth city while putting themselves at risk.

If you worked with us to survive, you could do yourself harm.

Yet my doubts about the mists who don't move like that swell up in me.

─ ─ It was then that the idea that was in me came to mind.

"... well. Is there a reason Mist should also protect the Labyrinth City?"

I think of Mist asking me to help. [M]

Ever since then, Mist had taken such a bare gesture that he had slowly asked for help.

Isn't that because the mists are also trying to protect the labyrinth city by some factor?

With that in mind, I smile a little.

Narsena opens her mouth to me.

"But the mists are the kind of people you can say you've created this situation. I don't even know how much you'll cooperate with me... and as soon as the labyrinth rampage subsides, I don't think it's weird that they're attacking me"

I snort at Narsena's words. [M]

Even if there was some purpose and the mists were working together, they might turn to the enemy as soon as they achieved their goal.

"Yeah, I know. - Still, it's big enough to count on the mists during a labyrinth rampage."

Understanding that, I laughed.

Do not turn the mists against the enemy, the master told them that the mists were so troublesome.

It means that if you return the back, you will be no more useful if you are on your side.

Even if the period was limited, it is significant to count those two as a force of war.

That's what I thought. I smile a little.

Those two would have no problem letting Rich or Auga deal with it.

And then you can deal with the super difficulty Warcraft between me and Narsena.

In that case, I would not struggle with a super difficult warcraft like this one, and I had that confidence.

"I might be able to handle it"

It is expected to survive a labyrinth rampage that was thought to be hopeless.

My voice, determined to have found it, was filled with irrepressible excitement.

I can hear you in the room. Listening to the noise outside, I think.

Like that noise, I can understand it now.

I smile at Narsena to share the excitement. [M]

"Right."

But unlike me, there was no smile on Narsena's face.

"... Narsena?

I'm upset by that unimaginable reaction.

Could it be that I have done something wrong?

With that in mind, I look back on everything I've done.

─ ─ And what I noticed was the strangeness of Narsena's attitude so far.

What Narsena taught me was a pretty bright story.

The damage has been minimal and the adventurers are celebrating with the prospect of enduring a labyrinth rampage.

That would undoubtedly be a pleasant report.

... Nonetheless, Narsena's attitude in speaking of it was irrelevant.

In retrospect, there was nowhere Narsena had revealed her joy.

On the contrary, it was an attitude as if something was disappointing.

I tried to hear what the hell was going on... before Narsena stood up.

"Then it's time for me to call Mr. Lyla. We have to tell the others that the greatest meritorious man is awake."

With that said, Narsena walks out fast.

It's like avoiding conversation from me.

"... Huh!

On that back, I couldn't speak up.

In the meantime, Narsena's footsteps go through.

I whine small, knowing what Narsena has said to the point where she won't be able to hear herself anymore.

"Will you be in this room again..."

Inside the room, there remained a pompous chair where Narsena was sitting.