Maouyome

Nursing treatment posture is hastily restructured.

Further tests have shown that patients with debilitating conditions cannot be handled as they are now. In Dr. Gama's view, the risk of pathogens leading up to the debilitating phase outweighs the high fever phase.

Previously, patients who had reached the debilitating stage were treated as already dead and could not receive any nursing.

This time, it was possible to try to clarify the pathology of the debilitating phase of seven-night fever for the first time by strengthening the epidemic prevention posture.

The chapel behind the sacrifice hall is liberated.

It further triples the boundaries of 'purification', which are even strengthened, to prevent the spread of infection.

It was restricted to patients, me and Bel Adone, who could prevent any infection.

Stronger epidemic prevention attitudes are needed.

Even the two of us are supposedly at high risk of long-term entry, which is limited to a very short period of time, although Leanscheid and the Virgin have also refrained from doing so as alternate personnel.

I've crossed the deadline.

From Setouchi,... it spilled.

Survival from debilitation, he says, is hopeless.

Still, I couldn't give up.

I haven't given up as anyone yet.

You can't break it.

Even if it was unlikely to help.

Until the end, I won't give up.

The effect of the medicine is weakened in patients with high fever. If the effect of the medicine is weakened, the health of the patient left behind is more than anything else in order to defeat the seven-night fever. Conversely, it causes the symptoms to progress in turn from people without physical strength.

Men are better than women.

who are older than the younger.

Falling from the weak.

I'm trying, I'm trying.

The air you inhale into your lungs is heavy as lead.

My heartbeat loses its sense of reality and I feel like it sounds somewhere far away.

It was an elderly man who reached the debilitating stage this time.

Using the man as the first, three patients continue to worsen their symptoms into a debilitating phase.

The other is a similarly elderly man.

The other one was... torte-kun.

Grab a softly shaken hand that has become thinner this past week.

A week.

It's only been a week...

Holding this hand and walking with the lost Torte doesn't seem like a long time ago.

"Refia, nee...... Sorry, I..."

Torte-kun apologizes for faintly opening her scratchy lips and spilling them.

"Idiot, don't let the sick be weird."

"But... Me......"

"Fine, now rest. I haven't given up yet. Still, I'll never give up. Okay? Absolutely."

... who are you telling?

Hold your hand in like a precaution.

I couldn't help it.

Even in the middle of growing up, my body wasn't ready yet.... Yet.

At the time of onset, his health was significantly impaired.

Torte-kun, who was running around with all his might in the rain, had no health left to resist the seven-night fever.

Symptom progression is significant compared to other patients.

Neither Dowd nor Alicia, who developed before Torte-kun, have yet seen any signs of a transition to debilitation.

The fever drops and the body trembles with terrible chills.

Vomiting and diarrhoea get even worse and you can see your body snapping up while you look at it.

Close the fallen orbit and repeat the shallow breath.

Death is imminent.

A clearer shadow of death is covered in torte-kun.

……

I won't let you.

I will never forgive you for that.

Blanket the three of you Torte.

The three complained of terrible chills and kept trembling.

I don't think I have any hands.

Make sure it stays put.

The body and mind rubbed close to the limit are regarded as something of an irrevocable sense of purpose.

No survivors since the debilitating period?

What do you say that is?

I'm just saying it has been so far.

The three of you in front of me now, they're still alive.

I'm desperate to live, and I'm still fighting.

If you haven't had one before, you can start that first one here.

From this, you just have to be the first.

There's no reason to give up.

So give up, there's no good reason.

Keep fighting, keep 'life sustaining' magic on your worn out body. Relax 'Health Aid' to soothe your exhausted health.

The essence of sacred magic is in prayer.

As long as prayer is sincere, as deep as it is, its effect is embodied as more certain.

If you don't misbuild, if you don't mismanipulate magic, magic shows a single activation.

... and then the intensity of my thoughts.

At the depth of prayer, we have no choice but to connect our lives.

There's no way to get rid of it.

Deep, deep prayer.

Who prays for it?

Why pray for it?

I don't understand it enough to explain it.

I don't know how to say it with my chest up.

I still can't use Blessings.

In learning sacred magic, "Blessings," the first initial magic everyone should remember, cannot be activated by me.

Unlike other magic that allows for a single activation with construction and magic manipulation, 'blessing' is because prayer itself.

My prayers, because they are most basic and essential, do not become 'blessings'.

... but that's why I don't want to use that as an excuse.

If you don't get your prayers, I'll pray for you until they do.

If you have to be sincere, pour in your whole body. But I'll challenge you directly from the front.

I don't want to be a reason to give up what I can't do.

It's not a question of not being able to.

There are people in need of it right now.

Then we have to do it.

Sharpen your consciousness deeply.

Be strong in your will, keep your mind still and enchant.

I couldn't even look away for a moment.

Even when taking a nap alternately, if something happens while you are asleep, you cannot sleep. I was afraid to even close my eyelids.

Meals served in the same room.

Even if I put it in my mouth, it won't go down my throat, so I'm forced to swallow it.

It seemed as if the thin thread was stretched.

Fine, brittle threads are stretched with pins.

It seemed as if that were setting the boundaries of life, and I thought I had to keep straining that thread.

─ ─ Refia.

Thin and sharp.

Concentrate,... Do it.

─ ─ Refia!

Don't hang up on the way.

For the most part......

Wake up, Refia.

……

……

It was a terrible awakening.

Slowly raise your face as you sit back at the wall.

Bel Adone stood there.

"... sorry, I think I was uttering"

My head is heavy......

My chest, I mean.

"Refia...... Calm down and listen to me."

Just after Mr. Dowd's onset was confirmed, on the count, on the morning of the tenth day.

Haz's day we're leaving Alistair, if it's our original plan.

Just before the morning sun rises, the deepest hours of night and darkness.

Once again, calmly, Beradne told me.

I know that the time has come.

Strange, no emotions came to a boil.

I close my eyes, with my emotions missing.

That day.

Torte-kun is in critical condition.