The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

Dennis told his cabin, "It's an emergency! It was only an hour after that.

Since the continuous exercise of sacred powers is a heavy burden on the surgeon, the shift of the saint doctor is carefully organized in advance.

When I heard about the injury, it looked like a knight from the civilian climb, and I tried to get my colleague in charge to wait until he came back, but the knight who contacted me shouted at me and took me to the scene.

What barbarians!

Dennis scolded inside as he was once again approached by a group of naughty bastards.

There used to be a solid identity difference between the nobles and the Knights, but the Second Prince joined the regiment, so they're perfectly fine.

It would be rude to abduct Baron Dennis, who is a curved baron.

But as a result of his claim, Dennis barely pulled his anger into his throat.

And then...

"----ah, this is..."

The moment I admitted the "patient" lying there, I completely lost sight of his anger.

There was a misery that made me want to cover my eyes, even if I was supposed to be familiar with some injury.

On the stone floor is a young man who looks a little older than Dennis, with his right leg trousers cut from under his knees and his bare feet peeled off, lying on his back.

Maybe you should say it was barefoot.

The flesh is ripped to pieces from around the tire, and the ankle is bent in a different direction.

From the clearance of the flesh, there was a luminous stretch of muscle and white bones.

I'm tying up a cloth right under your knees and stopping the bleeding. Sometimes the blood comes out strangely.

It looked more like a cursed sight than a simple injury.

It's a spell.

One of the knights who brought himself said that.

He grudgingly distorted his face, pointing at what was in Dennis. It is a cloth-covered horseshoe that cannot be touched with bare hands.

"His horse's hoof was replaced by something like this. It looks like an artwork, but after walking for a while, it crushes and pieces pierce its feet. So the horse broke out and kicked him, and worst of all, he trampled his feet with every fragment. Now, in his feet, the shards are scattering a curse."

"Oh no...."

I wonder why anyone would do that.

But when I heard a lying young man moaning like a beast - who was just resistant to the pain and couldn't pass out - Dennis quickly returned to me.

It's a cure now anyway.

Dennis stuck one knee on the bloody floor and stretched out his hand in fear of the young man's feet.

Swallow raw saliva into a wound that is too sour.

Dennis had never encountered such a terrible scene because he was new and, above all, he could be cured if he prayed.

"... the supreme light that's pouring down from the sky. Hear my prayers, my lofty, lofty lamp of mercy, my son on earth..."

My voice trembles.

At that time, blood splashes out of the wound twice.

"Wow!

Dennis leaked a pathetic scream and pulled himself out.

"You idiot! You shouldn't be screaming at the doctor!

Every once in a while, a fellow knight who was desperately holding hands beside a lying young man - apparently Theo - roughed up his voice.

Dennis shook his shoulders in anger and managed to face Theo again, but the wound was too grotesque to face.

"Ah, poor thing, wrap up the child on earth and heal..."

My hands were rough.

The Marquis Rotner, who is also the master, told me that an image is necessary to activate the Holy Power.

This means that if you want to heal the wound, you need to imagine that the broken bones are bound together and the torn flesh is blocked.

(Mm, I can't...)

Dennis was about to collapse.

But the Theo in front of him is literally roaring like a beast on his hands, sweating.

I wonder if it hurts.

It must be painful.

It doesn't matter who you are.

There was an overwhelming panic that blew away the thin preconceptions that the people should be robust.

The seriousness of what I have to save.

"Wrap it up, heal it, bless it...!

Using the sense of responsibility that has sprouted for the first time as a fuel, I managed to say a word of prayer.

However, the wound, which was supposed to be blocked by phosphorescence, did not always show signs of change.

"Bless you! Give me your blessing!

Why is that?

Dennis was in a hurry.

"Bless you! Please....!

Even if my throat just ripped open, things didn't change.

No, on the contrary, it's like resisting the Holy Word, and it's bleeding again.

Seeing it, Dennis realized with despair.

"The spell... is rebuilding its sanctity...!

"What...?!?

The knights who were watching around stopped.

While bluishing into the shock, Dennis shook with a trembling voice.

"Ah, a shard of the curse that has swallowed up somewhere in my legs is rebounding my sanctity. The wound does not accept healing. This... this way, he's losing all his blood..."

It would be dead, that's exactly what he couldn't say.

But it seems that everyone who was there understood it.

Of the crowd, the deputy squadron commander, who thinks he has the most authority, dragged his mouth and told him in a low voice.

"- You guys. Hold Theo's body. And don't bite your tongue, monkey."

"... Lieutenant..."

The other knights nodded in pain.

Only Dennis, who lost his heart, turned a suspicious look at the deputy squadron leader.

"What the hell...?

"Cut off Theo's legs."

"Nh...!

Around him, a man called deputy squadron commander pulled out his sword with a painful expression.

"The point is, even the shards of the spell have to get away from him. You can block the cutting surface, can't you?

"Oh no....! The wounds are blocked, but we can't bring back our lost legs!

"So what else do we do?

Once I was drunk, I could not object any further.

Overwhelmed by feelings of powerlessness, the knights watch as they prepare to cut.

(I... can't do anything...?

It was as if their conversation could be heard on the other side of the membrane.

(A spell... if you bathe in holy water, it will be ineffective. Such a first step... can't you do it because I can't take out the spell...?

If so, what is the Saint Doctor? What is healing?

It's just that I could just stick the meat back together, so what's the difference between being good at clay craftsmanship?!

Behind my gaze, I see the lieutenant squadron captain picking up a bottle of liquor from one of the knights.

When he knelt beside Theo, he had a gentle look on his frightened face, pointing at the child.

"Theo, you're gonna love this guy. You can drink plenty. There's nothing to be afraid of. My sword is pretty sharp."

"Uu... ah, ah... yes, but..."

Theo nods desperately, sweating.

It seemed like he was about to say thank you for moaning.

Cut off with alcohol, playing with pain and fear.

The scene of torture is about to unfold.

(I... can't save you...!

Dennis clutches his fist with tears while he doesn't know it.

And then...

"--Please wait"

Behind my back, I heard a voice that thought it belonged to a cool girl.

Everyone turned around on the spot.

A tiny girl who took her dozens of gazes flat told her indifferently, somehow posing her bare hands as if they were in the air.

"Would you like to make more effective use of that spirit? --Specifically, let me use it to disinfect my hands."

A slender white arm and thick glasses that did not distract her bare face reflected the sunlight and glowed blindly.