Episode 229: Full of Pain (2)

Berserk opened his eyes. Is he alive? how? That was the first question that came to my mind before even understanding my surroundings.

Hilarious.

The next thing I felt was a presence on a ship.

She relaxed her stiff body, relaxed her arm muscles as much as possible, and untangled her tattered clothes. As several layers of clothing were lifted, her bare skin was revealed.

All black veins and bulging protrusions had disappeared, leaving the body clean. Even though the scars from before were still there.

closely.

“...?”

I will correct it. Not only was there a scar, but there was also a turtle smaller than the area of her stomach.

Should I call it fins or webbed feet? It was a turtle that was attached to human skin with parts that would have been limbs in human terms.

“What is this?”

Is it possible for a turtle to do something like this? Rather, when did it come into your arms?

She expressed her curiosity as she lifted the turtle. It was an act I did—even if it was somewhat unconscious—in hopes of someone who would respond to me soon.

But no matter how long I wait, no voice is heard. It was natural. The lie she had created disappeared in vain the moment she admitted it. Or, it returned to its original position.

The bonfire I was holding because I missed the lost sun is no longer there.

Berserk became miserable the moment he realized that fact. It was the misery of surviving without knowing why I would have been better off dead.

“...Sad.”

In this case, wouldn’t it have been better if I had died there?

Wouldn’t it have been better if she, like her sister who died in a place where the sun never rose, had also met a tragic end where her remains were never recovered?

“Even though the beginnings were different, I wanted to end up being similar.”

If he had died the way he mourned in his childhood, he might not have even had any regrets left...

“Was that even impossible for me?”

She put the fluttering turtle down on the floor.

Because I put it down without thinking, it flipped over and landed on the floor, struggling and waving its arms and legs.

Feeling a little pitiful for it, Berserk tapped its shell with his finger. The turtle, which had flipped over due to the recoil, began to crawl on the ground. The soft soil was pushed by the turtle’s webbed feet, leaving little marks.

“Are you awake?”

“...?”

Take a moment to look at it. A person who was tending to someone’s wounds a few meters away opened his mouth. It was a man who looked very tired.

“If you wake up, go see the Archmage. “I told you.”

The men’s attitude was also similar. It’s as sharp as it looks.

I don’t know if that’s nature. I think it’s more that I became irritable because I didn’t have enough time.

“teacher! “We’re out of bandages!”

“You boiled the cloth earlier! “Tear it up and use it!”

“I wrote all that too!”

“driving me crazy!”

“Medical patient with open leg fracture!!”

Just look at your surroundings.

Berserk glanced at the patients swarming everywhere, the people continuing to flow in, and the people going back and forth between them to treat the wounded.

The intention was to find a demon knight or a young hunter and a red-haired priest, but something else caught my eye.

For example, there are quite a few medics walking around, but the people who need their manpower are overwhelmingly more numerous than the medics.

“Medical?! Medic?! “Is there no one left?”

Meanwhile, the person holding the patient who had just arrived shouted. The person who responded was the man who had spoken to Berserk.

“I really want to cry...” He looks extremely exhausted as he has to treat others without even being able to take a breath.

“This way... this way!”

“Open leg fracture! “Did you hear that?!”

“yes...!”

The man somehow managed to find a seat in a cramped place, laid the patient down, and walked back and forth between the seats, shouting to the girl who was running errands (I think he was mobilized because he didn’t have enough hands).

“Here’s painkillers! And a bandage to stop the bleeding...”

“I just ran out of painkillers, so I’ll give you some...”

“What?”

“I went to get it too, but they said there were no more painkillers.”

However, the situation seems to only get worse. Painkillers and bandages are the basics of trauma treatment, but they are all gone.

At best, painkillers can be dispensed by allowing the patient to endure a little longer, but if there are no bandages, the bleeding patient has to be thrown away.

Berserk, who had some basic knowledge about healing as a warrior, clicked his tongue.

“What about priests? They say there are no manpower left over there? “I need to stop the bleeding...”

“...If you are really an adventurer, start with your hand—”

“Oh! you!”

Then, a shouting sound was heard from a little distance away.

“You’re alive!”

“Do you know me?”

“You fought the siren on the castle wall.”

Oh, was it the soldier who saw that? She scratched her neck. Unfortunately, she doesn’t remember seeing that soldier.

“I lost my adventurer’s card.”

Additionally, there was no adventurer’s card. I’m sure I lost it during the battle—I didn’t see it when I threw away my clothes earlier—but I don’t know where I lost it. There are three types of battlefields, so it’s hard to estimate them.

“Then I can’t tell you. “He knew who you were and did something like that so carelessly...”

But it seems that the soldier caught now is a bit of a tough guy. Berserk narrowed his eyes, saying it was annoying.

“If you are Archmage, you can go over there. “I saw it earlier.”

“hey!”

“I understand your concerns, but just leave it at that. Who would fight on the walls, soldiers or adventurers?”

“No matter what, you said you were hired by a great sage! “Do you believe that?”

“But... isn’t someone skilled enough to hunt dozens of Sirens worthy of being hired by the Great Sage? “I think it’s okay.”

“Ah...”

But luck ended up being on her side. Although Berserk couldn’t remember, he still judged positively on the helpful soldier and moved again in the direction indicated by that soldier.

Fortunately, the group of wizards were there.

I was with the temple people.

“No spare hands?!”

“Priest!”

“...Give up that person! “I can’t survive in this situation!”

Oh yeah. Even wizards were capable of healing magic. As she looked at the magicians mingling with the temple people – if their hands were shining golden light, they were priests, if they were shining blue light, they were magicians – and for a moment, she observed a situation that was even worse than the treatment center earlier.

“Priest! People evacuated to the west are starting to join us one by one! But the survivors say there are injured people there...!”

“...We don’t have enough hands here either! “You said there were no priests alive there?!”

“It is said that most of them were killed in the process of protecting citizens from demons... So the person who can cure it....”

“Damn it!”

The Archmage was at the place where the most wounded people were gathered.

Although it may be less effective than divine power, she can heal multiple people at the same time and is already holding on to the lives of five people.

“Are you here? Then, from over there...”

“I heard you found me.”

“hmm? iced coffee. “It was you.”

Berserk rolled his eyes again after approaching the Archmage out of the way.

The purpose was to find out if the warrior was moving, but unfortunately, the young priest was nowhere to be seen.

“First of all... I would like to thank you for your performance. If it weren’t for you, the damage would have been greater. “Thank you so much.”

“I didn’t stay there to hear thanks. So there is no need.”

“is it.”

“What about the situation?”

“...How much do you know?”

“Few. “My last memory is discovering that there was a merman nest inside a turtle’s shell and fighting inside it.”

The same was true for Deathbringer and Demon Knight. I don’t know where he is, but at least he doesn’t seem to be among the injured.

“I also remember that at that time, I had almost no hope of survival even if help came in time.”

“...Right.”

“So I’m asking. “How did I survive?”

Where on earth are those three? Could it be that she was added to the list of dead that even she could not join? no way?

“...I don’t know either. However... according to the Deathbringer’s testimony, the devil probably saved you.”

“...The devil?”

Berserk took a closer look at the face of the only person who had the answer. It doesn’t look like she’s dead. If she were dead, her expression would be full of sadness.

But...

“Or a demon knight.”

There are lives in this world that are more miserable than death.

Berserk sat down, sensing that the story would be long.

Wow.

The turtle on his shoulder cried.