Hagure Seirei Ino Shinsatsu Kiroku~ Seijo Kishi-dan to Iyashi no Kamiwaza ~

Hypnosis by Arlaune can transform your self if you put it on too long. I had that much for today's interrogation because I had determined it was dangerous at the time the pollen concentration was raised.

The chief's questioning of the man was also to change the day. Mr. Presha follows my advice with a state of mind that he's not here all the time.

But I'm only a newcomer, and just because the interrogation was a success doesn't mean I'm in a reversed position. If the other Knights executives saw her now, it would look like I did something to her in the dungeon - that's all, she's stunned.

The wounds of the whip suffered by the prisoners could also be completely erased, but that also left some room because we knew that there was no standing for the people responsible for the torture. As doctors, they shouldn't be, but they're guilty of just taking pain as punishment.

"Mr. Presha, try biting this grass. It works well for awareness."

"... thanks..."

I didn't know my soul would fall out so far - that's all I wanted to accept for her, the betrayal of the Northern Knights and the word that royal humans were moving behind it.

Although she can also be forced to notice by the power of Arlaune, her pollen can be a dramatic drug for intolerant people. She looks like an adorable girl, but she is also a demonic flower that sucks people's liveliness.

"... bitter, but depressing"

"The grass has a sedative effect. When extracted with cold water, it can also be drugged… it is best to have it scratched raw because it is difficult to preserve."

"It is. You can make pills, too. The doctor in the village where I grew up was like taking money because I didn't even know if it would work. The doctors studying at the capital's college are completely different..."

Healthcare in this country cannot be said to be so developed compared to world standards. Although we can buy certain quality guaranteed pills and ointments in the capital, it seems that, as Ms Presha put it, in the province we have no choice but to rely on private therapy, traditional treatments.

The doctor at the clinic I met in the town of Portoro didn't immediately understand my patient's condition, either, and he made me struggle a little to send him what he needed.

Is it possible that there are no other doctors in this fortress, which carries out border guards and also fights bandits and demons on a daily basis? There is a shortage of military doctors, they said.

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We asked for the rest and went up to the first floor of the fortress. Mr. Presha said he would lead me to the executive, and then he kept walking in front of us without saying anything for a while - but he went up to the third floor, and on his way to the next staircase, he accidentally asked behind him and lined up beside me. As I walk, I cut the story out of her.

"... earlier, sorry. I can't stop blood on my head... it's always too much and my Raquel sister is mad at me. Everyone in my crew is scared, and I can't take care of my big job."

Mr. Presha's strength came through enough even if he hadn't waved a spear once yet.

He was so impatient that he could be so illusioned that he would get his chest pierced and killed just for killing. Still, they didn't confess - they feared retaliation from the person who asked them to smuggle weapons, rather than getting their heart pounded with a spear and killed.

"I also know how Mr. Presha feels... although I know it's a good idea to say so. In that situation, I don't think I had a choice."

"... you... yeah. Uh, if I put it this way suddenly, I might think it's disgusting... but the doctor was there, so I didn't have to kill anyone I didn't need. I've already got hundreds of people on my hands, but it's strange to say this now..."

I can see Mr. Rendle getting nervous - and I know how that feels.

Mr. Presha was as magnificent as he felt from the way he behaved. Even though he is still young, he has survived many battles and slaughtered confronted opponents.

"... the original military doctor, unable to withstand the woes of the battlefield, broke my heart. Beyond the border, the Zirconian army has planted it... the fortress didn't fall, but a lot of enemy soldiers died, and there were casualties to the soldiers with their new weapons. And there was also a magician attack... they always break it, they kill it from where they can't see it"

In war, the role that magicians are required to play. Even in the college, the element of excellence - destruction from a distance and mass killing.

If this fortress had also suffered the damage, how tragic the military doctors who were there would have seen it.

"The kid's still in the fortress for me, but I can't let him. If I were a man, I didn't think it would be easy to get sick of letting him be in the presence of torture... think about that, I'd be hotter first and not kill or... really, you suck..."

"... No, I'm glad I let you be present. I don't know what to say to myself, but seeing blood and terrible injuries doesn't upset me at all. Because it doesn't make any difference to me that I'm a patient to cure."

When studying to qualify as a spiritual physician, the supervisor was told not to over-enthusiasm the patient in the examination setting.

My predecessor's military doctor didn't have it because he was too kind. I think that's not a bad thing, but a great thing as a person, a natural thing.

But I know that emotional swings can affect the treatment. That's why I tried to nourish a spirit that wouldn't move to see any patient - I learned from the plant spirits, who quietly watch what lives and lives at all times.

"... Dr. Glass doesn't look strong or anything, but something... big. Pushing doesn't seem like it's going to fall."

"Dear Presha, don't say anything that would flirt too much with Master Glass. My secretary tells me something."

"Ah... oh, sorry. The secretary came with Dr. Glass. Oh, well, if it's the two of us, we shouldn't be in a room with the others. I need you two to make it into a room together."

"Oh... well, that's... if Master Glass would like... but if it's possible, it can be small, so you can set my room apart..."

Sure, all of a sudden, a room is someone who says it's okay with guys and sometimes it's not. Sven also said at first, "You can't sleep calmly when people are in the same room" - well, he has a thick liver, so he fell asleep right after he said that.

"We don't have a private room for military doctors, but there's a section where the health guards are gathered, so why don't we make it a room there? I'll hook you up with the health captain later, 'cause I'm not coming to" Between the Round Tables, "so I'll see you later."

"Between the round tables...... there, His Highness Astina?

"Sister Raquel... I also have a Knight Chief. The archer, Diete, has a call to make, so if you make him wait too long, he might get shot at."

Presha smiles at me when I thought of her earlier.

It doesn't change the seriousness of the situation, but it would have been nice if we'd been talking and felt a little easier. With that in mind, I went up to the fourth floor of a fortress with a round table.