Chapter 33 (1/2)
Chapter 33
After the war, I was experiencing a battle harder than the war itself. The reason was simple. The battle of great plains was a large scale battle, the number of casualties and injured people were directly proportionate to the scale of the battle itself. Not only on our side, but on our captured enemies as well. Since I’m one of those precious people who can use healing magic, I can’t help but be chased around here and there to heal as many people as possible.
Especially healing our prisoners of war. Having them die would beat the purpose of capturing them in the first place. For that purpose I crafted thousands of units of High-Potions. It’s all that b.a.s.t.a.r.d Barry’s fault, he committed ma.s.s-murder inside the city, even injuring regular citizen who shouldn’t have been injured in the first place. Due to that reason, the number of High-Potions we have are insufficient.
The number of dead people in Raafu is uncountable, but there are still some survivors who were crushed by rubble when trying to take refuge inside buildings. However, the number of people who suffered from bone fracture or had shattered materials piercing their bodies were also too many to count.
Before the war even began, the otherworlders agreed to apply our world’s disaster manual and using that knowledge to its best.
We applied triage in form of colored paper to determine the severity of the injury. The dead people are given black paper. The people in need of urgent medical care are given red paper. The people who are still conscious but suffers serious injury are given yellow paper. The people who are injured but can still walk are given green paper. And finally, the safe ones are given white paper. I couldn’t provide colored paper, so I replaced it with colored rope.
The people who are given green ropes, including our own soldiers and prisoners of war, are given potions to drink. The problem lies in the ones with red ropes. For the yellow ropes, High potions seemed to suffice. It’s been decided that I will heal the people with red ropes who couldn’t be healed using High-Potions.
This time, the fusion skill served its purpose. I wished to try out the skill synthesis, but since this was an urgent matter, I decided that I shouldn’t experiment around with people’s lives.
Pa.s.sive Skill:
-ＭＰAuto-recovery（M）
-ＭＰAuto-recovery（S）
-HP/MP Auto-Recovery（M）
-Physical Ability Up（XL）
-Healing Magic Effect Increase（L）
-Healing_Magic Range Increase（L）
-Max MP Increase （L）
-Increased Perception
Ability（L）
-Mana Increase（M）
Active Skills:
-Energy Convert
Energy Convert is a skill that converts half of my HP into MP. It’s a spell-sword skill with a cooldown time of 5 minutes. Looking at the number of injured people this time, I couldn’t be cheap and not use this skill.
My current equipped weapon this time was not the Seven Arthur, but the Asclepius’ Staff. The staff had the pa.s.sive ability that increases my healing magic’s effectiveness and reduces mana cost. A must have for Healers!! Or so it says in item description.
「ua……a……」
「My arm…… legs……」
「I’m going to die…… I’m going to die………」
Many soldiers were moaning in pain and desperation. I’m going to ease your pain. It… somehow made me sound like a villain… But I was really going to ease their pain. I’ll increase the casting range………
「All Area Heal」
「O-oooh!! My wounds…」
「I’m alive… I’m ALIVE!!」
「Thank goodness! You’re still alive!」
「My legs… I can move my legs!!」
(ED: IT’S ALIVE…….IT’S ALIVEEE)
The MP cost was reduced significantly thanks to the effect of the staff, but it still took 30% of my total MP. The effect clearly shows. Of course, there are healing spells that are stronger than this one, but for these kind of injuries, this spell should be enough. It’s better for my MP efficiency as well. I received their grat.i.tude for a small time and moved on to the next group of injured people.
But still, healing 10,000 people is still too much.
I almost puked from the amount of High MP Potions that I’ve drunk.
Urpp……
I feel sick…
But… I must heal them……
「Masaki… are you okay? You shouldn’t be working this hard after such a fierce battle」
「But… with this amount of people dying left and right…」
I kept hearing that the healing mages were valuable, but… to think that there are not even 10 of them in both armies! And then… there is not one of them that can use high-tiered recovery magic besides me. There was someone who could do similar things in the past, but apparently, he died about 10 years ago. Moreover, I heard from the Kingdom’s healing team that healing spells are pa.s.sed down from generation to generation, so there goes a generation of healers.
The other healing mages from both armies had run out of mana and are currently waiting for their mana to recover. I drank another MP potion, but I felt so terrible that I could barely move.
The soldiers that have their hands free are currently
currently ma.s.s-producing potions with the herbs that Haruka had provided, but their number is not catching up.
When I went to the next area, I saw a kid who was about to die at any moment. Was that the mother? She was clasping the kid’s hand tightly and calling desperately for help.
「Please… someone! Don’t die… no… don’t die…! You barely even reached 4 years old…」
Another soul was about to pa.s.s away……! Having soldiers dying was bad enough, but it was still understandable since they are prepared to die anyway. However, having a random child dies in front of me is plainly wrong!
「All Area Heal!」
I channeled my mana and increased the healing range to heal everyone. Children, soldiers, war prisoners, no matter how severe their injury, they were all healed instantly.
「Aaa… eh?」
「Mama……?」
「uu…… ukh……」
「Mama…? What happened? Why mama is crying?」
The mother was surprised that her child was healed and hugged the kid right away. The child then hugged the mother back with a confused expression.
Such a nice… scene bu…… t my ma… na… My mana………
「Masaki…!? Masaki!!」
I could hear Adelle’s voice…… no good. Not yet…… There are still people I haven’t healed!
I will fight my fading consciousness… even if I had to support myself with the staff.
「It’s okay…… Let’s go to the next one」
「No way! Have you looked at yourself?! You are about to collapse at any moment!」
I tried to look at the source of the other voice. It was a woman… I guess… I think it was the lady general of the demon race… probably…
「Not if I drink MP Potion…」
「He must have drunk way more than 50 bottles on his own」
「Masaki… you… Did you really drink that</italic> much!?」