“Ahh, ahh… I can use this… Against Zwei… Ouch…”
I feel happy seeing the effect the unfinished black cloth has on the purifying light, but some pained groans escape my mouth too.
Rose picks up and puts the arm of the Weakest Seventh Seat and the bone knife in my backpack for me.
I thank it with my eyes and a nod for its attentiveness, and Rose waves its vine vertically like it’s saying ‘yes yes I know’.
But in the meantime, Ahri grabs my burned hand.
She holds it gently, but firmly. Almost like she thinks I’m going to do something crazy again if she lets go.
“Master Rust, you go too far… I’m pouring a potion.”
Ahri takes a potion with her other hand, that I gave her just in case. For some reason, she puts her mouth on the bottle and opens it by moving her neck and spitting the lid.
Couldn’t you just let go of my hand and use the now free hand to open it?
I’m about to say that, but Ahri’s serious eyes looking directly at me stop me from opening my mouth. I give an innocuous response instead.
“Yes, please… Ah! Guu… The potion stings… Is it because it’s a wound caused by purifying light?”
The moment the potion poured gently by Ahri touches the wound, steam rises. It feels like part of the healing effect and the magic elements themselves aren’t quite reaching my body. And I’m guessing that part of the separated components are causing it to sting.
“Ah! I’m sorry Master Rust, I…”
“No, it’s fine. It’s very interesting. Judging by the reaction on my hand, this purifying light that I think has the properties of fire…”
I feel a strong stare, and stop talking. I slowly look up from my wound and…
“Good grief…”
Our eyes meet, and Ahri looks away. Then she pushes the potion in her hand into my chest, and I drink it slowly.
The magic elements going around in my body suddenly increase, but only a small portion reaches my hand. However, while it’s slow, the wound in my right hand does start to close.
Hm… I see. This might leave a scar… Oh well, what can I do? The hand itself is fine, and I can still use curses.
I move my right hand to check if there are any problems, and put on another glove.
Then I quickly turn to another issue that needs my attention. The purifying light filtered from the Weakest Seventh Seat.
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