I'm not a Witcher anymore.

Silence returned to the cave.

Everyone stared at Zieg, their eyes filled with shock, awe, and disbelief.

Although Isabella's flaming arrows played a significant role, it was Sieg who delivered the fatal blow.

The same emotion welled up in everyone's hearts: they were glad that Zieg was here.

If it weren't for Sieg, they might have been wiped out in the attack just now.

Zig walked up to Kevin and glanced at him.

"Is your leg alright?"

Kevin feigned composure and said, "It's nothing, just a minor injury."

"sit down."

Kevin obediently sat down on the ground.

Zig crouched down and gently lifted Kevin's injured leg.

Kevin instinctively gasped, bracing himself for excruciating pain.

After all, the adrenaline from the battle has subsided, and the wounds should be excruciatingly painful.

however……

Surprisingly, he did not feel any pain.

There wasn't even the slightest sting.

My entire leg felt numb.

"what?"

Kevin was taken aback.

This unusual lack of pain confused him.

Logically speaking, his wound should have been in excruciating pain.

Why do I feel nothing at all now?

Could it be that the wound healed on its own?

Zig brought the torch closer and, by the flickering light, carefully examined the condition of the wound.

Kevin looked down as well, and his mind went blank.

"this……"

The area around the wound, which should have been a normal flesh color, had turned into an unsettling blackish-purple.

Just like ink seeping into the skin, it spreads outward from the wound, forming dark patches like bruises.

The skin texture was clearly visible, but the color was eerily unsettling.

"What...what is this?"

Kevin's voice was filled with obvious panic, and his young face was etched with fear.

He tried to move his leg, but it felt like it didn't belong to him; he had completely lost all feeling in it.

Eileen also came over to look, and her face turned deathly pale upon seeing the wound.

"Kevin...your leg..."

"They've been poisoned," Sieg's voice was calm and certain. "The goblins' weapons were coated with poison."

Goblins like to smear poison on their weapons.

This is their most common hunting tactic.

They mixed together various filth such as feces, rotting flesh, and poisonous plants, and smeared it on the weapons.

In this way, even if the enemy only suffers a minor scratch, they will die from infection and poisoning.

Zieg paused, then added:

"You didn't feel any pain just now because the toxins had begun to numb your nerves."

"If it's not treated quickly, the toxins will spread throughout the body, and eventually..."

He didn't finish speaking, but everyone understood what he meant.

Eileen hurriedly pulled Petra aside and said:

"Petra! Please!"

Her voice was filled with obvious panic and anxiety, and her eyes even welled up with tears.

Kevin was her childhood sweetheart, whom she grew up with. The two left the farm together, came to the border town together, and became adventurers together...

If Kevin dies here...

Eileen dared not think any further.

"it is good."

Petra tried to calm herself down.

She knelt beside Kevin, carefully placing her slender, pale hand above the wound, closed her eyes, and began to pray devoutly:

"Merciful Earth Mother, please use your divine hand to soothe this person's pain..."

Petra's voice was soft and devout, every word filled with faith in the gods and reverence for life.

As the prayer continued...

A warm, soft white light began to emanate from Petra's palm.

The light was as pure as the morning sun, radiating a warm and comforting aura.

The white light flowed like liquid, slowly seeping into the wound on Kevin's leg.

The warmth enveloped the wound, dispelling the unsettling coldness and numbness.

Through a miracle, the bloody hole in Kevin's leg began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Damaged skin regenerates, reconnects, and closes, as if time has reversed.

The bleeding stopped, the edges of the wound began to shrink, and new granulation tissue grew in the center of the wound, filling the void.

However, as the white light gradually dissipated and Petra withdrew her hand...

Although the wound has completely healed and the skin has regrowed without leaving a scar...

But the ominous dark purple stain on his leg showed no signs of fading.

"How...how could this happen?"

Eileen's voice was visibly panicked, her brows furrowed, and the hope in her eyes instantly turned to despair.

Why didn't the miracle work?

Miracles are not techniques studied and performed like magic, but rather manifestations of faith, the result of prayers being answered, and divine signs revealed by mortals through divine will.

Petra's "Minor Healing" technique should easily heal such injuries.

The miracle had no effect, and Petra was equally confused and nervous.

"I...I'll try again..."

Petra bit her lip, preparing to pray again.

"etc."

Sieg reached out and stopped Petra, shaking his head:

"It's no use. Casting another miracle won't have any effect."

Petra paused for a moment, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes.

The spellcasters in this world are different from those elsewhere.

The caster does not consume magic power or mana points, but rather spell slots.

Petra only has three spell slots.

She had already used up one of her precious spell slots.

Casting another miracle would not only waste another spell slot, but would also likely have no effect.

Kevin's leg wound has indeed completely healed thanks to a miracle.

But no matter how you look at it, the problem isn't with the external injury, but with the toxin.

"Try drinking this."

Sieg rummaged through the book of adventure...

A small brown bottle appeared in his palm.

It was a glass bottle about the size of a thumb, filled with a dark brown liquid.

Through the glass, you can see tiny herbal particles suspended in the liquid, emitting a strong herbal aroma.

"This is……"

"Antidote, which can remove most common toxins. We bought it together at the item shop before leaving the border town."

Kevin took the bottle, looked at the dark brown liquid, and swallowed hard.

He could smell the strong herbal scent, which was unpleasant to smell.

But he knew it was something that could save his life.

Kevin's facial muscles twitched slightly, then he pulled out the cork and drank the liquid in one gulp without hesitation.

The moment the medicine entered my mouth, an indescribable bitter taste exploded in my mouth.

The taste was very bitter, extremely bitter, so bitter that it made you want to vomit immediately.

It also carried an indescribable herbal smell, mixed with the earthy, musty smell of rotting wood, and a certain fermented, sour stench...

It's like mixing a bunch of weeds and soil together, then squeezing it into juice and drinking it.