The Wrong Way to Use Healing Magic

In this battle, as the doctor of demons, my task is simple: I am entrusted with the management of Barzinak.

I am to follow him to the battlefield, control my beloved creation, Barzinak, and watch as the enemy soldiers are overrun by overwhelming violence.

"Mr. Hulk, what is happening to Barzinak?"

"He has evolved even more now that he has shed his skin for the first time. Well, that's my masterpiece!"

A mature man with gray hair all back, Mr. Gilead, the assistant to the first corps commander, is talking to me as I look into the crystal that is connected to Barzinak's field of vision.

He is one of the few elders among the many young people in the demon army, and he speaks to me in a mild tone that gives me the impression that he has plenty of time on his hands.

"That's a big deal. If you call it a masterpiece, then I think it is safe to assume that the front will hold a little longer.

"Yes. But it's a shame the other girls were taken out so easily. And skewered! Skewered!　It's too cruel!

The earth-magic wizard has destroyed the normal-sized Barzinak.

It seems that the old type of Barzinak couldn't react to the magical attack from the ground.

Part of me feels that it can't be helped, but I still feel frustrated.

"But, are you sure?　Is it okay if we evacuate the 2nd corps leader and Amira?

"You two are an important asset to our tribe. Amira, you will literally fight to the death, so I think we have to stop here. We cannot let them die in vain."

"......Well, I guess it's better that I was able to fulfill my minimal role of stopping the heroes in their tracks."

The second corps leader, Koga, and his subordinate, former third corps leader Amira, were each engaged in battle with the heroes, while the first corps assistant leader, a mature demoness named Gilead, ordered them to retreat and avoid fighting with the heroes.

Although they did a good job in the end because they stopped the two heroes who were a pain in the butt for us, --- the second corps commander was almost acting on his own initiative.

At least if the Third Corps Commander hadn't been captured. ......"

Her capture was unexpected, even for us.

It's at times like this that I wish the new corps leader, Hannah, who seems to have a very bad personality.

She is good on the outside but black on the inside, she would have made the war situation better, but she was captured by the humans.

Those who reported it to me said, <>or <>I can understand why the battlefield is in such chaos without the leader of the third corps.

"Thanks to you, the only one in command is the assistant to the 1st corps commander.

No, no, I can do just fine if you want me to command. But the current war situation is not good.

"Yeah, I guess so."

He mutters as if he were talking about something else, but now that the Third Corps commander's brainwashing of the other side's soldiers has been broken, the other side is slowly picking up.

"......The battle ahead will be a war of attrition. Mr. Hulk, please inform your commanders to hit the demons as much as possible to minimize the casualties of their allies.

"Yes, sir."

I wrote down the message on a piece of paper in my hand, and then I tied it to the collar of a glow wolf I had trained to deliver the message, which was waiting nearby.

As I watched them off, I noticed Mr. Gilead nearby muttering something.

"It would be best if we could win with our current strength,...... but if that is not possible, we must make the minimum preparations before the Demon Lord gives up on us,......."

"Hmm?　What's wrong with the Mad King?

"......"

Mr. Gilead kept his mouth shut with a serious expression on his face.

His eyes were fixed on the large tornado that was making its strange presence felt on the battlefield---the out-of-the-ordinary wind magic created by the Commander of the First Legion.

......I don't think you're going to answer my question, so I'll ask another one.

"Are you worried about the First Commander?"

"Yes. Yes. He is fighting an opponent whom Master Nero calls his arch-enemy.

He meditates and continues to mutter his words.

"Probably ......."

"Hmm?"

"Perhaps, when Nero-sama's battle is over, this battle will be decided. ......"

...... What's going on?　Just because two demons and a human are fighting, does that mean the war is over?

Just as he was about to pursue the question, the image on the crystal that shared Barzinak's vision shook dramatically.

A boy dressed in a mixture of black and white and a woman holding a white spear landed at the tip of Barzinak's nose.

"Hmm?"

The next moment I recognized them, the crystal that shared Barzinak's vision reflected the scene of a boy rushing toward me at a strange speed, followed by a chunk of ice slamming into me.

The vision reverses and Barzinak is slammed to the ground, his body bound by earth manipulation magic.

......Baldinak is still alive and well.

This is not enough to kill him,...... but it will ...... not be enough!

"Aren't these humans too barbaric......?"

I could do nothing but mutter in dismay at the sight of something so far removed from reality.

I was stunned.

The battle we've been waiting for, it sounds good.

In the tornado that I had created, fighting Rose, I had thrown away my duties as the Commander of the First Corps and just concentrated on the battle.

The way Rose, a healing magician, fights is terribly simple.

She uses everything around her to her advantage and beats up her opponents.

It's as if you know how to fight just by listening to ......, but that's what makes it so irresistibly tricky.

"Hey!"

"Mwah ......!"

Rose's fist grazes his cheek.

She flips her sword and tries to slice through the empty torso while her wind armor is pierced, but it is deflected by her other hand.

He is able to accurately strike the belly of the sword, a feat that is a testament to his inhuman reflexes.

He continues to attack and defend, dodging, parrying, and sometimes crushing the start of an attack, slicing and dicing around the perimeter.

"You haven't changed, you ......!"

"Ha, that's a mistake!

Each time her wounds are healed by the healing magic, Rose's body gets new wounds carved by the wind blade.

But it is not because Rose could not avoid it.

From the very beginning, she had no intention of even avoiding the blades of wind that cut through the thin skin of her body.

"You are the only one who would try to fight with me, relying on your extraordinary recovery!"

In the first place, you are mistaken if you think you can kill me with that level of attack!

It was the same in the previous battle.

Except for attacks with the magic sword and attacks that he considered dangerous, he did not avoid them, but rather tried to attack even while receiving them.

And he did this right after he had determined that there was no special effect of magic through the magic sword.

I know of no other human being who is so terrifying.

"Hu......!"

She is so close that her sword's movement is restricted, and she is relentlessly trying to break through the wind armor with all her limbs.

In fact, even the most solid armor of the wind will be broken if it is attacked by her continuously.

But even I have not been spending all my time practicing without thinking.

I wrap my left hand in wind magic and swing it as if to stab... but before I can make a move, Rose head-butts me with tremendous force, crushing the start of my attack.

"!"

"Shut up ......!　What a bunch of crap!　Hey!　You're still using nothing but tricks!"

His cheek healed instantly from the slash with his hand, and he smiles to himself at her wildly challenging him.

"You're just playing small, don't tell me. ......!"

The impact passes through, but does not wound.

He sprawls backward, swinging his arm to create several small vortices of wind, which he directs at Rose, whose cheek is bleeding.

Rose, however, did not care about them, and erased them all with a kick of her leg.

The technique worked on Usato, but it would be of no use against her.

He changes his mind and rushes forward before she can thrust her fist out.

They collide, and while shifting into a position to clash with each other's forearms, he strengthens his wind armor with all his might and meets Rose's monstrous strength head-on.

"As I thought, you are strong."

"Is that what you came here to say?"

Rose, who had forced me off the ground with only the strength of her arms, raised her right leg high and slammed her heel into the ground.

"Hey!"

With a vibration that could be mistaken for an earthquake, the ground cracks into a spider web as Rose swings her right foot down, and the foothold collapses.

Rose, who had been in the pocket before she knew it, slammed her right arm into his chest, drawing it in a wide arc.

"---!"

His vision reverses, and he flies through the air.

She was launched into the air with her fist. ......!

"Whee!"

He adjusts his stance in the air and fires a series of invisible blades of wind at Rose below him.

Rose, on the other hand, runs on the ground as if she can see the blades of wind, avoiding the attacks.

The blades of wind that hit the ground cut the ground into blocks, and the magical power of the wind raises them up, transforming the battlefield.

"How dare you avoid me!"

Perhaps he is avoiding them with only the slight flow of air and his senses.

As you feel as if you are facing a beast that is driven by instinct, you realize that Rose is approaching you and is throwing something at you, and you respond with your sword.

"...... gravel!"

I should scoff at the childishness of it, but gravel is gravel thrown by Rose's arm strength.

A direct hit would pierce through my wind armor and create a wind tunnel.

It is more fearsome than magic.

As I landed on the ground, cutting down the approaching debris with my sword, Rose thrust her fist into the ground raised by my magic and threw it toward me with only the strength of her arm.

There you go!

I cut it off as it comes close to crush me.

Ahead of me, I see Rose carrying an even bigger chunk of rock, and with a leap, she is about to slam it down on me..,

"Crush!"

"......!"

The target was completely hit in the face, and a rock mass hit it directly from above as if crushing it.

Rose deploys his wind armor to the maximum to defend himself, but the rocks pile up as if to smash him further, and as a final push, Rose strikes him with his fist.

"...... you can't beat me with brute force alone!"

He releases his wind armor for a moment to create a gap, then swings his sword sideways and chops away a chunk of rock.

He rises from the rubble as if he were popping.

"You really are a stubborn son of a b*tc*, aren't you?"

"That makes two of us, doesn't it?"

Rose sarcastically replies as she lands on the ground.

The combination of her physical abilities that far surpass those of the demons, her sharpened senses, and the element of healing magic make Rose a being that transcends the boundaries of human existence.

"Is your disciple Usato the same as you?

"......Yes, I suppose so. He has grown up a little differently than I have, but he will surpass me ...... in time."

Usato, the boy who came forward alone to stop me in my tracks.

It was obvious that he was trying to buy time, but I was still curious enough to try my hand.

Even though I could have won in an instant if I wanted to.

Though inexperienced, he was indeed Rose's disciple.

"......"

I had a student.

Amira Bergeret.

A talented apprentice whom I could not train properly after I became obsessed with him.

If I had not abandoned my role as a master and had guided her, I wonder how strong she would have become by now.

I know it's too late for that now, but I couldn't help thinking that way when I saw Rose and her students.

"You don't hate me?"

"Yes?"

I killed your man and took his right eye. And yet I don't feel the slightest bit of hatred from you.

Since the beginning of this battle, Rose has shown no signs of hatred.

She may be angry. Well, she always seems to be angry when she's fighting.

But she was fighting without any disturbance in her heart against me who had done so much to her. That's what I couldn't understand.

"It's true, what you did is unforgivable. You let some of my most trusted men die in a fool's errand."

"But why do you want me to..."

"Shut up."

The reply to his words was a fist so powerful that the impact was felt.

The impact from the piercing blow penetrates through the wind armor and causes a dull pain in the abdomen.

"......?

"Don't flatter yourself, you idiot! I've already been through this with you. Don't drag me into your war just because you want a reason to fight!

Rose glared at him sharply and lowered her fist with the magical power of healing magic wafting through the air like smoke.

What was that blow?　You blocked the blow, but only the impact penetrated through ......?

I'm done with this boring question and answer. Come on, Nero Agence. I'm going to make a nice dent in your pathetic face."

Rose, who had somehow wiped the blood from her hands, turned to me with eyes filled with the same strong will as before.