At the end of a metastasis that fell into a rift in dimension.

"Hey, Boro! I've been dealing with this asshole for a while, and I'll leave it to you!

"Heh! Come back before you get busy. Yo!

Speak up to the cafeteria employees, father coming into the room where we are.

When I closed the door, I could barely hear the dining room. Quite soundproof.

"What, you know what? Why did you bother fighting in front of our store?"

Just stare at me and him. Sigal seems excluded. But it's mine, so I guess it feels like I put it in for now.

But powerful. The Mafia Father looks better than the innkeeper's father.

"We didn't have a fight. This guy was just involved."

"Really?

Father who sees me in his words. Those eyes are pretty tight.

"When asked if it was tangled, maybe it was tangled, but I was just trying to cure his arm"

My dad sees his arm when I tell him to. The bandage wrapped him around quite a bit and he is bleeding a little.

Is this guy haemostatic? No, your shoulders are tightly tied, and you're just stopping the bleeding?

"What's wrong with your arm?"

He obviously has a bad look on his face and looks at his father.

"I fought him and I blew myself up. I can cure that injury."

"I thought you were just being mean. I need you to heal me."

"He's a Uluru."

When he said that, your father would shut his mouth. Apparently your father knows his situation.

Is that why, look at the floor, make a grip. I wonder if your father is a human being, too.

"You idiot!!

Dad shakes that grip off his head.

Was I thinking of something wrong again?

"Yes, yes!!

Gong and a good sound echoed indoors. Sounds painful.

"What the hell, Dad!

"Fool or you! Don't be mean to me!

"Oh, crap"

"Ugh! Fine, I'll take that arm off!

The bandage was wrapped in tremendous thickness, and the inner bandage was sticking with blood, but when you remove it, you get an arm that is clearly close to too late.

Naturally. The bones are broken, the muscles and the skin are flaccid. He just forced himself to wrap it in a bandage, tie his shoulder tight, and leave it alone.

"Come on, it hurts. It hurts!

"Oh, you're still hurting! Then we'll be fine!

Awesome judgment criteria. But surely, the absence of pain means that the nerves are dead, and maybe you're right.

"Hey, kid. I'm holding him back, so heal him!

"Oh, hey! Dad, don't be silly. See you later!!

Dad's winged and strangled him, his shoulder tight and his neck squeezed. That hurts. My shoulders are tight in great directions. Besides, he's gonna fall. How do you strangle him?

"No... no... hey, hey... falling..."

"Ugh! That would be convenient! Stay asleep!

Well, certainly already, it would be more convenient for you to get some sleep. I've never been inhibited by healing magic before, but this guy could come.

"Hey, what the fuck! Fuck you!

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry"

"Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-

I was distracted by your father's actions. Well, I was gonna force this one to heal, too.

I touch his arms and imagine him healing to that shape, remembering the structure of the human body I used to see in textbooks.

The healing magic itself heals there if it helps the world with a sense of healing. But in the case of a major injury, just healing will just block the wound.

So undo it. so that this arm can perform properly and its original function. Imagine the structure by trying hard to flinch the missing knowledge.

"Oh, wow."

"Ku... ah..."

My father sees my healing magic and raises his admiration. He's already on the verge of falling. I can't seem to afford to interrupt.

Continue the sorcery for a while and confirm that the wound on his arm has been blocked, washing away the blood.

"Now, you should be okay"

"Oh, wow, wow. Taking you to a treatment center wouldn't have brought you back like this, maybe."

A treatment center? Yeah, well, you have that kind of facility. Normal.

"Look! I'm glad you're honestly cured for not being silly mean!

That's what he said. When your father let him go, he collapsed powerless. It was falling.

"... that. You put too much effort into it."

Surely there will be that too. But he feels like he cared about his father. I couldn't see a sleigh of resistance.

If he really resisted, he would have shaken his father loose.

"Um, by the way, did you only use this guy's treatment?

"Oh, no, I was originally introduced to this inn by the union branch manager."

"To him? What the hell is wrong with him?"

Lost your mind. I don't know, did they tell you not to recommend an inn, not a recommended one?

Did I do something that he hated? Oh, yeah. Letter.

"Yes, take this."

"Hmm?"

Pass the letter given to your father by the Branch Manager.

Dad cuts the seal and looks inside.

"Hmm, I see."

Father crushing looking at me.

I wonder what will become of it. It bothers me a lot.

"Well, the room's empty, and whatever the room is, our meal's delicious."

"I'm glad about that. You need a good meal."

Especially the food on the land. It's the flavor of the journey, isn't it?

"In the meantime, will you stick this guy in his room?

When Dad fishes his nostrils, he takes out the keys and throws them at me.

Then take the keys out of the shelves you have in the room too and hand them over to Cigal.

"Well, you gotta roll it in bed, and then you'll wake up."

Wow, very good addition and subtraction. You can wake him up, but I'm in trouble, too.

He'll be up soon anyway. Basic human physical abilities that can be used by immortals are not a problem.

Take him on his shoulders, roll him into the bed in the room where your father told us to go, and we'll go to our own room.

Good, aim accomplished.

"I was a little surprised..."

Cigal told me when I walked into the room and lowered my back on the bed.

"To?"

"Mr. Tallow, you're mad at me like that"

"Ah... er... sorry"

Even though Sigal was lying next to me, I screamed as if I were emotional. That and all this shit. My father is bad. No, isn't that right?

What am I supposed to do, scare you? Or have I let you down?

"Yeah, don't apologize. Because I'm just a little surprised. When Mr. Tallow was angry, he was always quietly angry."

Be quiet and angry? Uh, well, I've certainly never yelled at you.

"Didn't you hate it?

"I was a little scared, but it was important to Mr. Tallow, wasn't it?

Important, important. Yeah, that's important.

Not until I know how he feels, but I have no idea.

But I still can't tolerate acts like killing myself.

I'm not even talking about taking responsibility and dying. Just being mean, staying emotional, he turned down my treatment.

"Mr. Branch Manager, did you understand everything?"

"Uh, why there, Branch Manager?

"Yeah, 'cause you told me about the inn he's staying at, didn't you?

"... what?

"... Huh?

Me and Sigal stare at each other. I'm already falling in love.

No, otherwise, the branch manager told you about the inn he was in?

"Yeah, 'cause it was a very forceful way to change the subject."

"Oh, yeah, I thought that"

"So I thought I told you about the inn he was based in..."

Oh, yes, I get it. That's why you said you were a good man, Mr. Branch Manager.

"No way, didn't you really notice?

"... Um, yes"

"... Mr. Tallow, I wonder"

"Excuse me, I don't have any words to give back."

This one made Sigal look more frightened than he was yelling earlier.

When Cigal pointed the face towards his room, he began to conceive a little.

"... he, maybe he went to the treatment center"

"Well, then why would you do that?"

"Him... subhuman... so"

Subman. I have learned the weight of the word in an unpleasant way again.

Maybe he tried to treat him once. But he refused. Maybe that's why I left it in that state.

That's why I don't like being treated. Is that why you became that assertion?

"But I don't know what the real place is,"

"Let's ask him next time."

"Will you answer me?

"He didn't ignore what I heard, so I was wondering if he'd react."

From that reaction, a little can be guessed. I'm sure of it. Probably. Probably.