"traitor," Hikaru remembers when he hears it is the word "traitor," which Duinkler used to say, referring to the one who lured Yamamaneki into the city.
Is that what we're talking about? Thinking that
"Dreammaker has become a big city. Then we haven't taken a flat path to get here."
Yes, Wakamal cut it out.
"Our king has worked very hard, but the king's rule... I don't know if he's ruled, but some people don't often think of the kingdom itself. The king forbids you to have such ideas, so let's be wonderful, shall we?
"Ooh..."
Hey, king. Yoisho's coming in.
"In the past there were those who ran into acts of force in an attempt to overthrow the Crown"
"Coup?"
"Bye. Then the plot failed. The king was generously forgiven for them and asked to do it again for the dreammaker... in the days of the previous kings"
That's generous, or what do you think? And Hikaru thinks.
Even in Japan, the crime of civil unrest is sometimes punishable by the death penalty with the highest penalty. It's not strange to gather a clan romantic party and impose the death penalty because it's much tougher than Japanese law in this world.
"... could he have been a pretty powerful person? The mastermind."
"Hmm. It's more about influence than power. - But they left the city saying that the coup ended in failure and that they should not live with mercy."
"If you leave the city... you won't be able to live"
"Then I thought that was equal to suicide, guys. But isn't he alive... such a wolf stood? Well, since it was a weasel, I also thought it was a euphemism with few true recipients and no credibility. Well, I guess I just..."
"... I'm back in the city. Or there's an insider in the city."
"Exactly. I know exactly what you mean."
It's easy to come to that conclusion because the "traitor" that Duinkler said was clearly referring to the city's interior.
But Wakamal seems to have noticed that "traitor" because he's not like Hikaru.
"There was an optical camouflage story earlier. That was Eich-sama's idea, and Doriarch-sama succeeded in developing it after all the hard work. So it's strange that the same technology is used in the Tower."
"What if Mr. Wakamal thinks that the 'Tower' is built by traitors and technology-supplied by city insiders?
"... um"
Wakamal nodded with a bitter face.
"... there are only a few of us. It's not if you're arguing inside...... why try to get rid of the king by force without knowing it either. What's more, you survive with congratulations and still hold grudges? I'm so ashamed of you."
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I guess what Wakamal says is one of the possibilities. But Hikaru didn't think the same way.
(... Then we'll talk about why it's a "tower". The "tower" is too conspicuous. Besides, it doesn't make sense if you can't even see from the sea or from land.... Either way, go to the "Tower" tomorrow and you'll see,)
The sun is leaning and emitting a sizzling light. Wakamal went to brew tea when he stood up with the face that he had spit out hard things.
Hikaru felt uncomfortable with his appearance.
"Mr. Wakamal."
"... what"
"Listening to what I'm saying now, I do think it's something close to scandal...... although it doesn't feel like Mr. Wakamal would be so ashamed"
Without looking at this one, Wakamal answered.
"Who would be ashamed of me... the name of the traitor mastermind is Koukimar. He's my brother."
Hikaru then learned the reason behind Wakamal's raising his hand in the investigation of the "Tower".
'Oh, whoa... my knees are moving, I'm moving...!
'Good for you, good for you!
Two good old men are happy to cry. He's the one who just treated Paula with her healing magic.
He was wounded in the knee a few years ago during a monster expedition and was unable to walk. I never treated the old wound, so I had anxiety, but I was able to heal it without any problems.
"You're my benefactor! I'll give you a hand with anything you need!
'You saved my partner, so you're my benefactor too! You tell me, too!
"Oh, uh, that, uh, close!
I was held by two big guys, and Paula glanced confused,
'I know you're happy, but you must not trouble the Wizard'
The clerk, Deena, broke in.
When they finally calmed down and left,
"Huh... I'm glad you're happy, but you're all so happy"
"Heh heh. For them, the path of battle that they have devoted their lives to was cut off once and they had it back, so I can't help it. - Master Flower Face's restorative magic has a stronger effect on trauma, doesn't it? Then again, demand in the military is very high."
"... it's not my magic, it's the magic of Master Silverface"
"? Really?
As for Paula, there is the realization that this healing magic is a force that Hikaru gained by interfering with the soul board. But you can't tell them that.
"Well, how many more were there"
"And then... 10 people, right? Are you all right, sir? Do you need a break?
"No problem"
There's only Paula and Deena in the military infirmary right now. Ravia is fluttering around the facility because Ravia was the only one who could have been there during treatment.
The past few days had hit treatment in the military. This is Grussel's hope and is also the result of Duinkler's concessions from Hikar's request to Grussel to guard the mansion.
At first, they were the two masks seen with frigid eyes, but now they are greeted with cheers every day when they find out that the magical effect of recovery has been immense.
"Next - Huh!?"
There will be no need for Deena to have solidified.
It was an old man who came in.
Bandages wrapped around half of his face, his right arm not at all. My left leg is also missing under my knees so I came in with crutches.
'... ah, nice to meet you, please... so, just where you can... but...'
There were many minor injuries when treatment began. It must have been a desire to treat those who were temporarily leaving with injuries in order to maintain the size of the expedition force and to return them immediately.
From today onwards came those whose wounds were old - I've never seen anyone so seriously injured.
"These wounds are just... what should I do, you better come home..."
Deena asks with a puzzled face. That would be true, too, because it would be too cruel to show him a dream of hope that "might heal" in a situation that is critical to his life.
But Paula...
"Then let me ask you to lie down because it's going to take a little while? And I want to check all the scars, so I think I should take my clothes off and take the bandages off."
――――
"Mr. Deena? Um, excuse me, was it hard to say?
"- Oh, yes, no, I'm sorry. I'll interpret right away."
Deena was taken lightly because of Paula's "response" attitude without any upset.
A man lying on a medical sleeping table just stopped trying to take his pants off (there seemed to be no scratches).
"That's a terrible wound."
Half of his bandaged face was dull and his eyes were yellow and cloudy. He was hiding with clothes but also had deep wounds from his throat to his chest and belly.
"... he encountered a fierce monster in the expedition. At that time, this one, who was the troop leader, was able to defeat the members without sacrifice."
"You're a fine man."
Fine, Paula felt, because the man's eyes weren't dead. I'm not desperate every day just to be alive. If it cures at all here, we can fight again. - That's the eye I'm thinking.
"It's all right now."
To Paula, who grinned, the man seemed hazy for a moment. Shortly after that, Paula, with her eyes closed, begins chanting. Her body glows golden and the light moves toward the man as she wraps his face with both hands.
"No way, no..."
The man's skin is awkward, and the dead skin regains the color of his blood. Sharpened meat revives and cloudy eyeballs regain their original color.
"I'll keep going. Don't move."
There was a small sweat on Paula's forehead. The affected area is much wider than before, so you have to maintain your concentration.
A frightened man's face appeared as her hand moved from face to neck.
"I can see..."
Paula's hand has already moved to her chest.
'Voice, out...!
"Don't move."
'Oh, uh, don't move!
I've seen Deena treat her wounds so far, but I've never treated her like this before. Hold down the body of a man who was frightened but about to get up remembering his work.
The file she had drops on that clap, but no one cares about that.
And Deena will see a miracle.
"Oh, oh, my arm... no..."
When the fundamentals of the right arm, which were pink, move with the corn - the meat flourishes and stretches ahead.
"Phew -"
It took less than a minute for my arm to grow (...). From Paula's forehead the sweat drips off, but as it is, she moves her hands to her knees.
The second miracle was also made natural, with no problems. Although only the scalp returned, the hair was still about 1 cm - all his trauma was back to normal.
"- Okay, that's it."
I guess Paula was just tired of sitting back on the chair, sipping a glass of water, pouring another glass from the water drain and drinking even more.
"Ah... ah, ah..."
…………
Paula said as she wiped her forehead with a handkerchief to Deena, who doesn't even come out with a man who utters a speechless voice.
"Tell him to try and see if it moves - eh?
but the man got off the sleeping table or put both knees on the ground.
"You are the goddess!! Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!!"
"Hih!?"
Paula was in turn a dongle to a man who wept and fell down from both eyes.
Deena managed to take him outside crying and unable to move, but a loud twirl, cheering, crying voice echoed in his appearance as he became visible in the hallway.
Afterwards, this man will organize the "SS, the goddess of flower masks," but Paula now naturally has no reason to know.