Chapter 117.1

Chapter 117.1. The Reason Why Mashiro Disappeared

[Cure III]

As Mii-chan’s cute voice echoed, an arm made of light grew out of a man who had no one arm from the tip of his elbow, and when the light eventually subsided, the one arm regenerated. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Oh! Thank you, Countess Takano!”

The man cries and rejoices, bowing his head deeply and thanking me. He’s crying so hard because he had never imagined I could heal his disability.

He had thought that there were only four recovery magicians in Japan who could heal a disability, no matter how many warriors there were, and that it would take a great deal of money, connections, and power to have him heal it.

“I’m glad it wasn’t a serious disability.”

I wave my hand with a blooming Mii-chan smile and say, it was [Left Arm Seal II], so it wasn’t a big deal. I’ve recovered more times than I can count in the game, if only to this degree.

“Thank you, saint… Thank you!”

“The saint is Sena-chan, you know.”

The guy says, shaking his shoulders with emotion, and I correct his mistake. The main heroine is right there.

For some reason, like a frightened little animal, Saint Sena has been looking at me, sticking to Maasatoshi’s back. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to tell him that Sena is the saint. There are still a few requirements for a mob to become a saint. Specifically, there are still jobs that I need to master.

“That’s right. A saint who is a miracle magician is also a saint, isn’t that right, Sena-sama?”

He nodded and bowed again, and the man moved away. I’m glad you understand.

“I wonder if we are all healed now?”

I look around, the air of despair from earlier is gone, and there is a lively, animated exchange of ideas.

“……… Yes, it seems that we have cured all of the nearly 30 people with disabilities.”

Realizing that Mii-chan would not take the saint’s place, Sena slowly approached me. Her mouth is a little tight, probably because she’s tired from running out of mana.

“Aren’t you tired of that …… spirit? No headaches? No fatigue from the spirit? Nothing at all?”

“Well, I’m a little tired. Also, I ran out of mana. That’s what I wrote in my free study.”

So this proves my free research was correct. When I get home, I’ll add to my research results that my MP ran out after curing 30 people. Oh, it was mana.

[Cure III] is a magic that consumes very little MP, but even so, it ran out. Without using [Fairy Circle Dance III], it was impossible to heal 30 people.

Because I interrupted the dance in the middle, people saw me as a strange girl, but it couldn’t be helped. I danced with my fairy translucent wings.

“Heh, heh ………. Mi, Miu, you are a human, no, an unusual recovery magician. As I’m also a recovery magician, I want to be your best friend, so yes, may I call you Miu-chan?”

“Yes! Then, is it okay if I call you Se-chan too?”

“Of course! Let’s both do our best from now on!”

We shook hands with a firm handshake. Yay, I’ve made friends with the main heroine. We exchange contact information. I don’t need that Masatoshi guy. He mumbles something about being precious, and the way he looks at Seina and Mii-chan is scary because he’s so excited.

“If you want [Mind Cure], call me anytime!”

“Yes, please do when there’s nothing I can do! I think I will ask you when my life is at stake. Please feel free to call me, okay? I’m asking you to be my best friend. I’m begging you. Please don’t just whisk me away like a never-ending bowl of noodles.”

Sena speaks with reserve. Seina is so reserved, isn’t she? When I replied with a smile that I understood, Sena had a big smile and shook her head vigorously.

Well, it took quite a while to heal everyone, so we had to chase after the Yamiyo, and then Yamiyo came out of the barracks in droves and approached us.

“Gahahahaha! What is it, flowers on both hands, Masatoshi?”

A huge, red-haired, old man from Aguni who was walking in the lead was laughing vigorously, bashing Masatoshi’s shoulder and teasing him. The conversation was over. Again, Mii-chan appears to have been hacked off.

“I can’t believe you could heal all of us.”

“It’s …… amazing how much things change when two saints are together.”

The reluctant grandpa and the dignified middle-aged man are astonished in disbelief when they see a group of warriors busily working around them.

“Oh, I’m sorry. My name is Koujo Natsuka, and I have been assigned as the admiral to lead this Tokyo Investigation Team. On behalf of everyone, thank you. Princess, Countess.”

“Once again, I’m Shinjo. Thank you for your assistance, Saint-sama.”

The old admiral takes off his hat and bows his head. The other one is the old man I greeted at our meeting before we left. He’s a middle-aged man with an ordinary face, and his name is Shinjo-san. He is the commander of the reinforcements.

“The damage is far greater than we expected, so we wanted to retreat immediately, but the situation has changed. With this, we can resume our operation.”

A young man with a bear-like build dressed in military uniform begins to advise the admiral. When he notices our look at him and asks who this guy is, he bashfully scratches his head and greets us.

“I’m Ima Hama. The Emperor assigned me to join the advanced reinforcement party.

Yeah, the advance party had joined up with us. Hama looks like he’s still in his 20s, but he must be very talented.

I get a questioning look on my face as I wonder what the situation is, but Yamiyo holds my hand with a serious expression on her face.

“Mii-sama. ……… it seems that onii-sama is alive.”

Half of it was a relief. I guess she always thought that her brother had died. However, Yamiyo feel uneasy that perhaps he was dead because she hadn’t heard from him yet, but she continued to talk.

“Onii-sama had a [Life Detection] magic tool. The magic tool is still working without any problems.”

It’s like a vitality check in my previous life. I see, so Mashiro is missing. Was it an expression that he was not dead?

I suppress my Mii-chan mode, put my tiny hand on my chin, and start thinking seriously.