The Villager Who Grew Up Drinking Elixir Fountain

"Hmm?"

Whatever this means, Sheila tilts her neck.

Much more than I imagined, it's a minor injury. Instead, if it's this kind of injury, it'll heal you if you leave it alone? And so much so that I think.

Speaking of the Virgin, superspecialist in healing magic.

I can't cure her like that...... Maybe there's a big reason there.

"Ah! Could it actually be that the Virgin is more seriously ill!?"

There is also the possibility that you are damaged by something magical and cannot successfully use healing magic. If that's the case, I can also nod that I can't cure my people's injuries the way I think.

Sheila concludes that by herself, thinking about curing this guy for now. I don't like healing magic, but to this extent Sheila can also be easily healed.

- If you're this hurt, before breakfast!

Put your hand over the boy's body and cast a rustle and spell.

"Healing"

A much softer light lights Sheila's hand, healing Alf, who is suffering from injury. Small scratches, as well as large wounds on the chest, heal beautifully.

Fluffy dancing sheila's hair and a gentle look. It's like a miracle to see that sight, but unfortunately no one has seen it.

Alf, who seemed to suffer and was cold sweating. The bad complexion restored normal skin tone brightness and changed to something neat for breathing. She seems comfortable and sleeps easily.

"Yeah, it looks like it's healed properly"

When Sheila squeaks good, the boy's brow moves tingly.

"... eh"

"Oh, did you wake up?

Frowning, he blinked several times before Alf opened his eyes.

"Are you okay?"

A slightly pink orange color can be seen looking at Blurry Sheila. "You should sleep a little more," he tells the boy, even though his vision doesn't seem to be a problem.

- Not yet, because it's night.

"Are you... an angel?

"Ah!

Hearing the queried words, Sheila hurries.

I remember coming in here without permission. Plus, Alf and Sheila, who slept with injuries, met for the first time. I just know that Sheila, on the one hand, is a 'seriously ill fellow Alf'.

From Alf's point of view, Sheila is nothing but suspicious.

- What do I do, what do I do!?

Sheila panicked, hurrying her hands close to the boy's face bah.

"Sorry, Sleeping!

"Oh, hey..."

"Ha ha, I'm in a hurry...!

Wipe the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand, Sheila howls.

Sheila used the magic of sleep as a result of her difficulty in judging. This would be neat until morning, so I'm sure you'd think that Sheila was also a dream or something.

"Huh... I got a little sleepy when I was relieved"

I also thought it would be in the outside wind, but apparently I don't need that.

Leaving Alf's sleeping room, Sheila snuggled up beside Lupica and slept well.

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Patchy and the sound of a burning fire.

Even though the forest is inhabited by demons, the area is surrounded by silence. It's a terribly calm evening with the demon-free grass that's crumbling with the firewood.

It was the Virgin herself, who had always been in the treatment of Alf, who had crept out the tent. Claus, who was on watch, prompts him to sit open in front of the warmest fire.

Clarse leaves the soup out of the pan and places it on the desk.

Are you okay, Maria?

"Yeah...... of course. I couldn't heal Alf's injuries because I was impudent."

"I have no choice. The Demon King's wounds are slowly healing, aren't they?

Claus and Virgin Mary are the ones who talk in the wind at night.

Face down, Maria takes the soup in her hand and sips it.

Honey pink hair, which is usually lustrous, is unmade and put together behind it. Honey-colored sweet eyes also have tears.

I guess she feels more responsible than anyone else on this occasion when she says she's only a fifteen-year-old girl. He bites his lips off and bears it.

"It's pointless not to be able to help the brave Virgin."

"Maria......"

Originally, this world has few healing magic users per se.

Maria was overwhelmed when she told me it was the pinnacle. I fought the Demon King and almost ran out of my magic - so much, I didn't think I'd feel miserable.

"No, I'm with you, too. You teenagers are working hard, and I'm the twenty-three most helpful."

…………

"No, say something."

"Right, right. I'm more useful than Claus."

………………

Maria, who said so, drinks up all the soup she had left at once.

Now Klarth's eyes are slightly like dead fish, but not Maria who cares about it. "Okay," I said in a mood, confirming the remaining magic...

You can't. You have zero magic.

When it comes to the healing magic of the Virgin, there is a limit.

You can't use magic when it's out because you use the magic in your body. The only way to recover is to use a potion item or rest.

"I guess. You just used all your magic to heal me, didn't you? For now, go to sleep."

"... right. I'll see how Alf is, and I'll take a break. Claus, please keep an eye on me."

He nodded at Maria, who told him quietly, and Claus dropped off his little body entering the tent.

Claus, who continues to watch alone, drops his shoulder. And I feel impudent about myself not being able to do anything.

"Get better soon, Alf..."

Exactly, I don't want to see a girl using healing magic every day until her magic runs out. Torturing magic is like sharpening your spirit.

If Alf's injuries don't heal, it's also hard to get to a nearby city.

I am anxiously attacked that everyone will be stunned as it is. I even thought Lupica alone was in the city...... but it's tight to judge this forest demon by herself.

Stuck. I can't move unless Alf the Brave gets better injuries.

That's what's happening at this party.

"Well, what is it? Time for some food, too. - Hmm?

"- Huh!"

Where Klarth had extra firewood, Maria's voice, which should have entered the tent, arrived. I look at the tent, but nothing unusual, especially if there are demons.

Maybe there was some change in Alf's condition - no, that would be the only possibility. Because he said he would sleep after seeing how Alf was doing.

"Fuck."

Please don't fuck with me.

With that in mind, Claus went into the tent.