The Wrong Way to Use Healing Magic

Now, we, the rescue team, were on our way to the plains in a horse-drawn wagon.

Rose and Usato-kun were driving the carriage, and I was a little relieved to see that Usato-kun seemed to have established a trustworthy relationship with Rose, despite his reluctance to do so.

Outside the carriage were many armed soldiers. They are about 1,500 knights who have been trained for the battle against the Demon King's army.

The Demon Tribe, which makes up the majority of the Demon King's army, has physical and magical abilities that are unmatched by humans. Even if they are outnumbered according to the report, we cannot let our guard down. This is understood by all who go to the battlefield.

As for why we are the only ones riding in the wagons, the story is simple. We do not want to fatigue those of us who play an important role on the battlefield. I thought Mr. Rose would refuse the offer, but it may have been a result of his concern for my frail body.

There are seven of us in the carriage, my sister Uluru, Tong and the other five.

The inside is surprisingly spacious, though it should be ...... less cramped.

"......"

"Big brother?"

Sister, haven't you noticed how strange this space is?

As was the case last time, before a battle, the tongs would always start talking to their colleagues with a wry smile on their faces as if to boost their morale.

"Speaking of which, what have they been talking about since a while ago?"

"Uh, let's see, ...... that's ......."

My sister, who was sitting in the direction of the train, did not seem to hear Tongs' conversation, probably because it was drowned out by the sound of the carriage. Should I say this is a blessing or not?

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"......... says we won't be defeated by the Demon Lord's army."

"Hmm, what else?"

You still ask ...... sometimes I get fed up with my sister's purity.

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"......... says he'll definitely help the injured."

"That's not a very nice thing to say."

If you know what I'm talking about, don't ask. .......

Besides, Alec. Wounded people aren't kidnapped, they're brought to us. It's useless to say .......

But their success is immeasurable. In the blink of an eye, they throw the terrified wounded into their strongholds and run out to the battlefield to find the next ...... wounded. They are the best soldiers in a sense that they are the best .......

I looked at my sister and saw her with her ear to the wall listening to something.

"What are you listening to?"

"Shh! You can't hear me!"

"......"

I'm sure you can tell me. ...... Following my sister's lead, I listen carefully and hear a faint voice in front of me. It is probably Rose's and Usato's voice.

"...... it's not good to eavesdrop, okay?"

"Uh, I know, but... I'm just curious."

I know how you feel, but I don't think it's a good idea.

There is no possibility that Rose-san and Usato-kun will have such a relationship. You see, unnecessary curiosity can destroy you.

"Big brother, you don't understand the heart of a girl at all!"

"B...... woman?"

"........."

I was surprised that my sister had a girlish mind at her age, but she took my surprise for granted and gave me a glare. Oh no, I've offended her. Even though it was before the war. .......

"I was just trying to make you feel better, ...... but you're so slow, brother!"

"Sorry, sorry. ......"

"You're going to get stuck when the time comes!"

It is true that ...... my body gets stuck in the face of the unexpected. It was the same when the Demon Lord's army attacked us before. My legs trembled and I was frightened in front of the wounded who were being carried in like a stream. I was the only one who could heal them. With such a sense of mission and heavy responsibility, I supported my heart that was about to break and desperately did my job.

Now, I feel inadequate for letting my sister carry that burden ......, but at the same time, I feel relieved that I am not alone.

"What's wrong? You suddenly shut up and ......"

"......, it's nothing."

You can't keep yourself clean all the time.

It's hard to be alone, that's what everyone thinks. Just like I was. ...... so is he. That's why he wanted her.

"Usato-kun, you're the one ......"

No, this is not something I can get involved in unintentionally.

I'm... a failure.

Three days have passed since the bridge was destroyed.

The bridge was nearly completed, but it was destroyed so easily that it had to be rebuilt from scratch.

Amira grits her teeth at this unexpected turn of events.

"d*mn ...... how long will it take!

<<< tomorrow at dawn: ......>>

"Hurry up!"

A seething anger burns through her at the words of her powerless subordinate. Gradually, with a self-mocking smile on her face, she begins to talk to herself, as if to ridicule herself.

She knew she had made such a blunder. If she had kept a close watch on the other side of the river, she could have prevented the bridge from being destroyed. She despairs of herself for not taking such a simple measure.

"My morale is lowered ...... and my march has been delayed ....... I'm not the leader of the 3rd Corps.

"Excuse me, can I go home now, I'm tired."

"Shut up, I don't have time for you right now. ......"

He throws words of rejection without effort at the black-armored knight who comes near him, complaining.

The black knight, who still maintains his attitude in the face of her apparent depression, sits there looking depressed.

"You know, I could have been left waiting in a place like this,......, I would have left long ago too if it wasn't for the orders of the 2nd corps commander.

"Who in their right mind would sadly take a rude man like you under their command. First of all, it was your second corps commander who sent you, the most elite of the elite."

The Black Knight is not a subordinate of Amira's Legion, but a soldier sent by the Second Legion.

The reason why he was sent was "to gain experience." It was obvious that this was just a pretext, but there was no reason for him to refuse, so he agreed to join, but....

"Well, I don't care if they're going to give me a lot of time off after this march is over," he said.

"If that slacker ...... has time to give his men a day off, he should be working himself."

With this man, there is that boss.

The commander of the 2nd Corps that Amira knows is a madman who doesn't do his job well. As a fellow corps commander, he is a pathetic man.

But even his subordinates are capable. Even a man like him is said to be unbeatable in his unit.

"......Ha, that's enough. We'll begin the march tomorrow as soon as the bridge is completed. You and <> will reave the enemy. You'll be responsible for boosting ...... morale."

"Yes, sir."

"At least answer me properly."

As if refusing to engage in further conversation, Amira herself leaves the Black Knight's side and goes to direct the construction of the bridge.

The black knight, who has been sitting on the ground watching her back, falls to the ground, still behaving in an unmotivated manner.

"...... is nonsense. Battles are just going to attack on their own and end on their own......... even these decorative swords..."

With a clang, he throws the sword at his waist to the ground.

If Amira had been here, she might have been outraged, but unfortunately she was not here.

"It's always boring, it's always depressing. ...... It's a good laugh to reap your enemies."

The armor covering the black knight shimmers like a shimmering shimmering flame. The figure wearing the armor, which is biologically fluid as if it were not armor, looks at his own hands and smiles faintly into his mouth, which is bare from the armor.

"I don't have the power to reap my enemies, but ...... I'm an idiot, demon king, legionnaire, demon tribe, human, everyone ...... ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha."

The exposed mouth of the handsome man lets out a laugh as if he had lost his mind.

His appearance is not that of a knight. The figure wearing a strange shimmering black sludge-like substance looks like a ----

"It doesn't do anything to me."

He looked like a demon.