Noble Reincarnation~Blessed With the Strongest Power From Birth

"Mmm, that's good."

Back at the mansion, I had my upper body torn apart in the living room and handled it myself.

Remove the cloth the maid has placed on me and make armor to snuggle around the wound with a ring linked to Leviathan.

It looks like metal, not metal, it stopped bleeding by holding around the wound perfectly with such a strange feeling material.

Then I turned my attention to the girl who brought me back.

The girl is shrinking small.

It's like my parents pissed me off - no, he's a child frightened by something more.

"In the meantime, let me know your name"

"Ah... and excuse me"

The girl panicked, pampered and grounded, and named her as she was.

"Sha, it's Shirley Grants."

"Shirley. That armor is a pretty fine lump, but is it you?

"This is something that my ancestors have inherited... Um"

"Hmm, what?

"My shanty... to what..."

"Shannon?"

"That, of the sins that have wrongly injured His Royal Highness the Prince..."

Shirley with both hands on her knees and only her face up.

It's a very frightening face.

I thought you said you cared earlier.

"That sin does not exist."

"Huh? But under imperial law..."

"It's not. If you're guilty of accidental injury, it means you don't exist."

"What is that...?

Shirley with his neck hanging.

"Stand up, Shirley."

"Yes!

"Do that poke at me again and see"

"What? But..."

"If you're a knight, follow orders."

Excuse me.

Standing up, Shirley pulled out her long sword and set it up.

The expression changed, the frightened colors almost blew away, and he looked dazed.

As it was, it unleashed a thrust along with a tearing temper.

It's no worse than winning a knight's pick.

I stopped it.

The shield Leviathan put out put it away.

"This much... Huh?

Shirley immediately noticed the "difference".

At the time of the selection, I was surprised to notice that the shield I had pierced was not at all frightening.

"You're not even scared, are you?

"Yes, even if I push it - pull it!? This... wow"

Shirley was stunned by the fact that the cutting edge of the sword did not move, pushing or pulling, as if it had sucked on the shield.

"That attack won't go through if I'm serious about preventing it. That's why you don't say 'accidentally'. That's what I set out to do."

"Duh, why?

Shirley was even more confused.

"A knight's big premise is to obey orders. Failure to follow orders faithfully is only a slave at best. I've got a lot of prospects, but I don't want you wandering my complexion over there and not really hanging me up in the first place."

"Yes!

"If you want slaves, collect them in slave ways. This time I choose a knight. That's what I mean."

"So... without regard for your dangers?

"I wanted to know how people would react after they scratched me. Even the second time, if it was my order, I could have come for real. Pass."

"... Yes"

Shirley snorts.

Round your eyes, open your mouth with a poker.

And then he looked at me like he was touched.

"So you pass. Just to confirm, you got your selection with the intention of becoming my knight, didn't you?

"Yes!

Shirley rushed to correct her residence and bowed her head on one knee.

Nice looking courtesy - no, this is the one in the play.

The formal courtesy of the nobility is not known to the common people, it conveys better what looks good for plays and plays and such.

That's what Shirley thanked the knight for doing in the play.

"Shirley Grants. I pledge to His Royal Highness the same loyalty for life."

This is not an official wording either, but I conveyed my feelings.

Above all.

――――――――――――

Name: Noah Alert

Prince Xian

Gender: Male

Level: 1/∞

HP F + F Fire F

MP F water E + S

Force F + E wind F

Health F + F ground F

Intelligence F + F light F

Spiritual F + F Dark F

Speed F + F

Dexterity F + F

Luck F + F

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Increased subdivision raised my abilities.

This increase in ability was so important and easier to understand than the correct incorrect of the courtesy.

Speaking of which, Shirley's probably the best up there personally.

"I hope so, Shirley."

"- Yes!

After the conversation with Shirley, a maid of customer service brought in the doctor, as if waiting for it.

A middle-aged man fat with a round face and a mouse beard.

A face I know. It's the court doctor, His Majesty's palace doctor.

Certainly named Good Cloy.

His real name was Bud, but because he was a doctor and that was too ominous, he was the man His Majesty gave him the name of Good.

That's about the man His Majesty trusts in medical technology.

"You're here, you're exaggerating."

"Ha. Take a quick look at the wound"

"Oh."

You don't have to refuse if you're here.

Anyway, the only thing I did was stop the first aid bleeding.

I ordered Leviathan to disarm the armor that was as close to my skin as it was to my skin.

Moments, blood pussy, blows out.

"-!"

"... a lot of patience"

Shirley took a breath, but Goode just looked at the doctor, just a trauma that at first glance was not life apart, without moving one eyebrow.

"I say. Fortunately, the bones and tendons are off, so I was wondering if it would be okay to sew like this."

"Right. Do it."

Anesthesia, then.

"I don't want it, I'm still in the middle of a conversation, so do it right."

"Ha ha... then"

Good nodded at me sitting tattooed and took out the needle and thread for the suture.

Wipe the blood and clean it, stitching the surface of the skin together.

I just finished sewing the front one, and Goode looked up and stared at me.

"What's up, you got something on my face?

"No, because it was the first time you didn't change your voice or complexion with these sutures."

"Really?

"That's just great"

So Goode turned around behind me and sewed it up there, too.

Good disappeared from front of me, so I could see Shirley hiding in his body until then, actually watching him suture intrigued.

"What's up, Shirley?"

"Oh, uh... doctors are amazing"

"Yeah?"

"I wonder if cuts are cured this way. I've never seen it before."

"You never hung up on a doctor?

"Because there are no doctors in the village"

"What?

I frowned.

"No doctor in the village?

"Yes. Um... what's that?

"So what do you do when you get an injured person or someone gets sick?

"Ask Master Obaba to pray or pay for his illness"

"It's common in poor villages."

Good's mouth came from behind.

The sighing will mean that I feel bitter as a doctor.

"Good."

"Ha, what is it"

"What happens to a doctor?"

"Well, it's common to be apprenticed to a doctor who's already opened a business."

"Are you an apprentice?

"Yeah, some people"

"Shirley"

"Yes!

"This is my first order. Bring a smart kid from your village, a kid who can work hard."

"Er...?

"Good, ask for some disciples"

"… I understand"

One breath apart, Good nodded quietly behind my back.

"Uh... Your Highness? What the hell..."

Shirley still doesn't seem to be able to swallow the situation, and he'll probably ask me.

"I'll pay for tuition and living expenses. Bring the one who's going to be a doctor and see everyone in the village."

"... Oh, thank you!

Shirley panicked on both knees and bowed her head to me like a dugout.

Knights don't do this, so come on, I gotta tell you something.

Shirley looked up at me with an increasingly respectful eye.