Chapter 212: Praise The Lord (8)

In small to medium-sized battles, healers are very important.

Usually, a mid-level healer with sufficient mana and divine energy can easily reattach severed limbs.

In a tense situation, Taylor and about ten members of [The Hilté] guild joined the fray.

This indicated a shift in the tide of battle in favor of Rok and Claire's group.

Taylor walked boldly towards the center of the stage, littered with body parts and blood from the instructors and the armed group.

[The Hilté] guild members grimaced at the gruesome scene, but Taylor did not show any signs of discomfort.

Taylor cheerfully approached Rok and Claire, asking,

"It doesn’t look good, does it? Should I start treating the injured right away?"

"Please do. Thanks,"

Rok nodded, and Taylor immediately directed the guild members to attend to the wounded.

The armed group lost their will to fight upon seeing this.

They were down to just 14 men, compared to Rok's group of 5.

After Claire's area-wide divine buff, they had lost six members just to take down two instructors.

Meanwhile, Rok and Claire, their main forces, were still unscathed.

Moreover, their leader, Oswald, had lost his left arm and was no longer able to fight.

They realized they could do nothing more.

The attack was a clear failure.

"Get Oswald! We're withdrawing immediately!"

Shouted the leader of the armed group.

They moved in unison, staggering towards Oswald, who was barely evading Piel's sword.

Rok was not going to let this happen easily.

"Capture Oswald at all costs! Let the others go, but we must secure Oswald!"

Rok slammed his palms on the ground, and five thin stone walls rose, blocking the armed group's movement.

Simultaneously, Claire attacked the armed group with her greatsword.

The instructors followed Claire, slicing through the group.

Hot blood and body parts flew through the air.

However, the armed group, seemingly immune to fear, managed to secure Oswald.

The leader of the armed group, at the forefront, said to the struggling Oswald,

"We must go now, Oswald! If we delay, we'll all die! There are fewer than 5 of us left!"

"How dare you touch me? Let go if you don't want to die!"

"Oswald!"

"Let go! Even if I die here, I'll kill those two young brats first!"

"Forgive me, Oswald," the man said, pulling out a thick syringe and injecting it into Oswald's neck.

Oswald continued to growl, but about 10 seconds later, he closed his eyes and collapsed.

"Everyone, gather around me! We're evacuating immediately!"

With nothing else to do, she looked around.

'But why are all the healers using mana?'

The ten or so healers treating the injured were all using mana-based healing magic, not divine energy.

Divine energy is overwhelmingly more efficient for healing than mana, in most cases.

Claire knew this fact very well.

'How strange.'

She pressed her temples with her thumbs, pondering.

'Am I being overly sensitive?'

Was it because she saw so much blood after a long time?

Having been with Isabella for a long time and having climbed over countless corpses, she thought she had become desensitized to such sensations.

With these thoughts, Claire looked around again.

Nearby, Theo was receiving treatment from Taylor, the man who introduced himself as the branch chief of the healers, leaning against a wall with his eyes closed.

'It's good that Theo is here.'

A slight smile appeared on Claire's usually calm face.

'Saintess will be pleased.'

When she had informed Isabella about Theo the day before, Isabella listened intently, her eyes wide with interest, even asking back questions.

─Really? If it's Claire's word, it must be true... Can someone really move that fast?

─Maybe he has a unique ability due to his noble heritage. Look into that for me, Claire!

Isabella, who usually found everything bothersome, was genuinely interested – a rare sight for Claire.

'Let's have a few words then.'

Approaching them, Claire spoke to Taylor, looking at him as Theo still had his eyes closed.

"Your healing magic is impressive, like those who hear the voice of Renimid up close."

She meant it sincerely.

Despite using mana, which is less efficient for healing magic, Taylor's 'output' was on par with high-ranking healers of [The Order of Light].

Taylor looked up at her and smiled.

"Hahaha, that's too kind. A mere healer like me can't compare to the noble figures of the Order."

"I'm not good at giving compliments. But this boy, he seems fully healed yet shows no sign of waking up. Is he asleep?"

"Yes, he's asleep. Theo has a tendency to overexert himself. While I've completely healed his physical injuries and cleansed the tainted energy from his body, his muscles are utterly exhausted. Every muscle, every tendon is as if wrung out."

Taylor smiled awkwardly.

Claire tilted her head.

"Physical exhaustion, you say? He's quite an unusual boy. I've never passed out from fatigue, even with the amount of training I've done since my childhood. And I've never heard of someone whose every tendon was wrung out."

"Perhaps it's because Theo inherited the blood of the Waldeurk family, he's quite unique. Frankly, I doubt I'll see another patient who faints from fatigue like Theo. And it's not an exaggeration – every tendon is really wrung out."

"Is that so."

Claire replied softly, looking down at the sleeping Theo.

Curiosity flickered in her eyes.