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

I don't feel any pain.

It was just hot, not normal, on my left shoulder.

Pretty deep, they have daggers creeping in.

I noticed something important was leaking from my body.

If I don't recover, I won't die far away. [M]

I feel the moment and its time shrinking.

"Fi-i"

Fenrill was laughing when he saw me like that.

As if to mock me for dying.

And as if to follow that Fenrill, there's no way the two orgasms in line are going to add a pursuit to me.

... It was malice that froze my spine in Fenrill's eyes staring at me.

That's intense malice that doesn't even compare to the mutated Hydra we fought before.

I even remember the illusion that my heart froze in the malice poured out of my overwhelming enemies.

I could easily imagine what Fenrir was thinking right now.

That's what I'm thinking about trying to kill him.

─ ─ My bet was successful in the best possible way, it was at that moment that I was certain.

"Kuha."

From my mouth, I laugh as I bleed.

Strong malice is still felt, and not without fear.

I just couldn't help but freak out more than that.

Fenrill and the others are exposing me to a decisive gap, as if to answer my wish.

At last, the orgasms noticed something unusual about my condition, but by then I was already moving.

When I kicked the ground by moving my dull body forcefully with physical strengthening, I spread my hands and grabbed the head of the orga.

I can see the dagger piercing deeper and the wound getting worse because of the forced movement of my body.

Still, I succeeded in eagling the faces of two orgasms.

"Huh!"

"Nani, hey!

You have a bad feeling, each of the augusts throws down his weapon and goes to shake off my hand.

But you can't shake off my arm, reinforced by abandonment.

Second, I noticed my dagger falling on the ground a little further.

When they played the dagger, I honestly wondered if the bet had failed.

In a wounded body, I don't know if I can move agile.

If you lose your weapon in that way, will even the Auga be able to defeat you safely?

... Almost lost the point of deciding to attack abandonment.

"Thanks"

That's why I thank Fenrill for his malice.

Fenrir exposed me to a definitive gap for trying to impress me.

Because of that, I succeeded in sealing up two orgasms.

Fenrill stared at me forcefully sealing the orga with one hand.

That attitude, which I have never seen before, is what eloquently tells Fenrill's astonishment above all.

I guess Fenrir didn't even think about fine dust, like I could still move.

The dagger that stabs my body is obviously fatal.

No matter how powerful your skills are, you're not in a state where you can move.

─ ─ That's why I succeeded in exposing Fenrill to gaps.

Under the extreme, the words of whoever taught me the attack of this abandonment come from the back of my brain.

"If you can't attack with your body strengthened, make a gap that you can. What, a simple story. You just have to take it without avoiding the target's attack. That way, they stop moving because they think they've settled for it. Especially if you're dealing with Warcraft."

I thought he was a strong man for all the unscrupulous things.

But if I hadn't been taught by that guy, I wouldn't have been here right now.

"There's no way I'm just going to get attacked by a warcraft? Oh, don't worry about that. Whatever………"

With all my strength in my hand grabbing the Auga, I say the words that he tells me to the warcraft who are turning a stunned eye.

"I'm afraid I'm not going to die to this extent. Whatever - our bodies are sturdy for nothing."

The moment I told him so, the resistance of the orgasms only softened for a moment.

Fear or fear of me?

I don't know what kind of emotions the orgasms remembered at that moment.

I never thought about it, and I slapped the orgasms' heads to the ground with all my might.

With the sound of blunt bones crushing, the head of the orga is half-baked.

Now the only remaining Warcraft is Fenrill.

Yes, I smiled and covered my mouth with my hands with the feeling that something hot was coming up from my throat shortly afterwards.

"Ugh."

The next moment I let go of my hand, my blood was dyeing my palms red.

… the limit is already, quite close.

So enlightened, he tries to take out the magic props to chant "Heels".

"Fi-i-i!

... but Fenrill did not allow me to recover.

As soon as I hear that roar, I give up taking out the magic tools and I fly to the side with all my might.

The unscrupulous movement made the wound open and the bleeding worse, but the decision was correct.

"Fi-i"

Looking back, Fenrir was where I was until earlier.

The ground is deeply determined.

Even for a moment, if the reaction had been slow, the attack that had determined the ground would have torn my body apart.

I managed to avoid that attack, but I hadn't taken it out of my misery yet.

Fenrill hates me. [M]

In his gaze, he realizes that it is impossible to speak of "heels".

Fenrill won't give me time to take out the magic props, not even to say "heels".

In its eyes, there is still amazement and it conveys that Fenrill is still in disarray.

But that mess will no longer dull Fenrill's hand in the attack.

More than confusion, the anger in Fenrir's eyes makes me understand that.

Fenrir is definitely coming to kill me.

Fenrill would definitely kill me if I exposed myself to any gaps.

... I didn't have the confidence to avoid the next attack.

A situation where the limits are close with a blurry body and there is no dagger.

I don't think I'd avoid Fenrill's attack in that situation.

"You were coming to a place like this..."

If you noticed, the dagger that was bounced was coming to a place two or three steps away.

But I can't be happy with that luck now either.

Fenrill won't even give me time to pick up my dagger.

In the first place, I'm not sure I'd avoid an attack if I had a dagger now.

There has been some forceful evasion earlier, and all that is left for me is the margin of whether I can attack once.

That's all, how do I crack this situation down?

In search of hope, I run my eyes around.

─ ─ It was then that I noticed the blue figure coming this way at the edge of my vision and in a straight line.

"... I can really count on you too much"

In this situation, I was laughing a little. [M]

She might understand. I thought so.

But there's no reason to think that you're coming at such a perfect time.

She responded to me in a way far beyond my imagination.

Then I should work on answering her, too.

The moment I made that decision, I was headed to the dagger.

"Fi-i!

Fenrill, who followed me and wandered up, pointed his nails at me.

Without even realizing that a truly alarming subject is approaching.

At that moment when I'm distracted, I shrink my distance from her.

"Fii!?"

It was then that Fenrir finally realized that someone was approaching her, but she was already - Narsena had Fenrir within range of the attack.

"Get away from your brother, get away!

At the next moment, a narcena kick, rolled out with the momentum that had been running, was slammed into Fenrill......