Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha

Somehow, you're heavy.

It feels strange......

No, I mean, what's wrong with me?

When do you sleep......

That's all I thought about, my consciousness gradually awakened.

I felt the light behind my eyelids, and I opened my eyes.

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"... are you up? Lent."

It's the ceiling of Lorraine's house that I know on my own that came into my wake.

Then her voice came into my ear... oh yeah, and all sorts of events passed through my back of my brain like flashbacks.

I get some idea of what's going on and I open my mouth.

"Oh... that was horrible... but it was a lot..."

"No? It's not even enough to care. but let's get an apology. Your condition is more important now than that. Now...... isn't something strange dominating you? Do you have any strange urges?

That's what Lorraine's been asking, so I shake my head.

I don't particularly feel anything.

No, somewhat, I feel appetized by the smell of fragrant blood in the room, but there was no more intense thirst, like then, as if my eyes had turned bright red.

Lorraine's snorts at me like that, hands on shoulders, and talks.

"Well...... fine then. And I repeat, you're not going to get sick. That was an unfortunate accident. That's what I'm trying to handle... and how far do you remember it?

I tried to apologize again, and Lorraine offered me her palm to stop it.

If I don't say so, I'll keep apologizing.

In the past it seems to be understood to take it to my heart, and I also feel a little tickled, but at times like this I was grateful.

Between me and Lorraine, you won't have to hesitate.

So I thought I'd take her words as they were denominated, honestly, and not worry too much.

Of course, I can't possibly say I'm going to forget it completely right now... but time will fix it.

In the meantime, let's answer Lorraine's question now.

How far do you remember, was.

I wonder what that means.

However, as soon as I saw Lorraine, it turned bright red in front of me... and then it must have hit me.

And then... uh, what was it...

No.

I have suspicious memories.

I mean, I was obsessed, I'm so excited, I feel like I had a lot of tags off.

I couldn't make any rational decisions.

If you tell Lorraine that, she nods convincingly,

"Generally, I didn't think that would happen... because that was different from the usual you. In the first place, it is also something I expected to some extent. I wasn't so surprised, so I was able to handle it."

At a time when I was thus being made to sleep on the couch, I had no idea what had happened, but again, when I asked Lorraine for an explanation, she said,

"It's not even that long. When you came home, all of a sudden, you attacked me, so I blew it up with magic. That was good, wasn't it? Usually you wouldn't have hit it first..."

Wouldn't you?

Lorraine is quite capable of this.

I didn't have to know it back in the day, and now I can do my labyrinth exploration alone and at my leisure.

I don't think I can easily avoid her magic like that.

When I say that,

"I might have been if I was full, too. I was in a lot of a hurry. I'm usually not that close when I'm relative to a demon, because I'm the type of person who moves thinking about making sure I crush it from a distance. So close... it was also difficult to choose magic. It's a bitter way to increase the power of a single blow by compressing a lot of magic... well, it seems to have worked for once."

Be her, she seemed upset.

She doesn't look that upset because her face looks calm from time to time, but it would mean that her boulder girlfriend didn't usually do the same thing when someone she knew burst out abruptly.

Then she tells me to notice.

"... now, is there a problem with your body? I intend to regulate my power, but I rarely do anything... any fatal wounds, etc...?

They told me, and I checked my body's movements again, but it didn't seem like a problem.

Rather, it feels good enough.

With that said, Lorraine, as relieved,

"Good, then. But even so, it must be a sickness. Get some rest for today. I need to clear the room for now...... Shh!

Lorraine looked around at the misery in the room, where the furniture was scattered more than usual, and said so and tried to get up.

But keep your shoulders down and hold your face down.

I'm not so bad at guessing that I don't know what it is.

I guess it's the wound I put on.

I wake up and support her body.

"... whoa, sorry, Lent"

As I said, to Lorraine, who immediately releases her body and tries to stand alone, I...

"Hey, let me see..."

That's what I said, shifted the robe covering the shoulder I was suppressing.

Then there's the bandage wrapped around the rampage, stained with blood.

Obviously only appropriate treatment has been given.

You don't seem to be at the treatment center, and if you ask why,

"If I showed you a wound like this, you'd ask me why. What, I'll make it with recovering water (potion) later. Yesterday, the stock has been unloaded to the magic pharmacist and unfortunately is out of stock... but these scratches, just something that can be fixed right away, will be ready to make..."

That's what I say, I try to prioritize cleanup, so I stop and say it.

Let me do it.

Of course, treat him.

I feel holy.

With all this scratching, you shouldn't have to deal with the restorative water pill Potion or anything.

Lorraine seems to know that too, but tells her to patrol.

"But you, your body..."

Apparently, he was worried that I wouldn't be in the book.

But that's not the problem.

It's more important to heal Lorraine's wounds than that.

In the first place, it is said that it will be cured with the restorative water medicine Potion, but that is said to be prone to scarring depending on the extent of the wound and the way it is worn.

There is no doubt that the injury itself will heal, but if it is cheap, the skin tone changes subtly and rarely becomes noticeable, and women adventurers tend to try to use something of good quality, even if it is expensive.

Lorraine won't settle in where she said that, so if she's going to make herself a restorative water pill "potion" and cure it, she'll make the right mix with the feeling that's all she needs to do.

The result could be a scratch.

Because of me.

I'm sorry about that.

I think so, and when I put my hand on Lorraine's shoulder, she accepts my treatment with a face that she can't help it.

"... I've never been treated for Holy Qi... but that's comforting. It's warm..."

I've never healed my own wound, so I don't know what it feels like, but I wish it didn't hurt.

Lorraine's shoulder still had my tooth mould and a brutal wound that would have probably been eaten away, and still would have left a wound in the restorative water pill Potion.

Sometimes she is quite tempered and sanctimonious, little by little, her healing shoulder wounds, as bright and white as they are around her, resuscitate to a smooth state.

And when he made sure the wound had completely disappeared, touched it to stroke there, and asked if there was any pain, Lorraine said,

"... Not at all. The healing technique of the Sacred Qi seems to be very high performance..."

say, and then blur,

"I can't say I got hurt..."

and muttered subtly disappointed

When I tilt my head, Lorraine shook her head,

"No, it's nothing... hmm?

And you look at my face like you realize something.

Then, Lorraine,

"Hey, Lent... the mask, isn't it off?

That's what I said.