Chapter 7 (1/2)

“……Yes?”

I doubted my ears and asked if it was a joke, but Abel was very serious.

“Usually, women should be jealous at times like this?”

“Huh?”

After making two silly sounds, Abel glared at me, crumpling his brow to see if I had recognized the meaning.

Oh my God, if you’re Assand or Karin, why would I be jealous of the Dark Lord.

People, whether you are a monster or a god, are not all about appearance. A person has to have his head on a certain extent to be attractive. Haven’t you ever heard of a sexy brain? Tsk Tsk Tsk.

I pushed Abel with a crumpled look and got up from my seat.

I need to study medicine. Of course, there is no such book in the Temple of Death, but I asked the skeletons who often wander outside to bring them.

Of course, why would they!

‘Why should I listen to humans?’

He said it’s a lot of stuff, but he listened to me when I repaired his corroded and cracking joints. Every day is exciting and new.

Anyway, as you can see, you have to learn something to live. If you live only with the abilities, you don’t know what will happen later. Recalling an example of having to revise the whole future plan since meeting Abel, I circled many times in the paragraph of joining Apocalypse.

If possible, I should avoid him from entering the villain’s den-but if he does, he has a 99% chance of dying according to the original story-even if you enter Apocalypse under the circumstances, isn’t a healer position more useful there?

Because of this, I looked into the medical book with a serious expression. I was studying how to relieve pain, pain relievers and how to make them. This is because the pain received from removing the red thread has been getting worse in recent years.

But externally, it wasn’t something that was hurt or bleeding, so Abel and others certainly didn’t know that there was a risk, and I also thought that if I endure the pain, it will disappear soon.

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It was sudden that something went wrong on my body. Most people who know my ability think that there is no risk of healing, but in fact, when absorbing red thread, the accumulated pain is also absorbed. Of course, the pain disappears quickly over time, but the pain of that moment was indescribable. Although I’ve gotten used to it a lot now.

Anyway, Abel wasn’t sure about that, but from some time he was not letting me heal anyone else other than him. To be precise, people tend to avoid it because he growls that he will kill them if they touch my hand even though I want to heal it.

So Abel believed that I was his own ‘first aid kit’ and had no doubts, but the reality was different. I used to secretly help the Skeleton Captain who had become close due to our transaction.

Even today, I was called to the central temple because I was told to look after an injured person who was suddenly pushed in.

But, all of a sudden, I’m glad I couldn’t feel the pain because the neck was half amputated from the body. If it were a human, he would have died from shock, I healed the patient the moment it was in front of me.

“Cough, cough!”

I was so dizzy that I stumbled and sat down, and after coughing a few times, there is a hot feeling on my chest, and there is red blood on my palms! Me and the people around me were amazed.

Why am I bleeding?

The moment I raised the question, my eyes were spinning and I fainted.

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“……How many hours have passed, but she’s not waking up?”

And when I came to my senses, a voice that was so low that it was creepy and chilling was reverberating in the room. It was a low and icy voice like monsters declaring death.

“If you don’t save her, I’ll kill you!”

Cough cough!

I pulled something out of my mouth. Then I coughed out loud, and Abel, who was showing his back, turned around.

Whether he had left or not, as he was in black armor, he tried to approach me with strides. Then he dropped his armor and it disappeared with a sound.

“Lian!”

Abel growled, grabbing my shoulder, half-raising my body.

I suddenly felt a sense of alienness in his clear eyes mixed with fear and deep relief.  He was always arrogant or cold, and he was the god of death who only gave me a glamorous expression or a tempting smile if needed. I didn’t even think he’d even make a look like this?

As I blink my eyes at that feeling, he turned his head around and growled as if he had taken it in a different meaning.

“What are you looking at? Get me the medicine I brought right now!”

Yes,yes!

When I heard the doctor moving away, Abel opened his eyes and he grabbed my shoulder and shook it. I couldn’t be shaken hard, but he held tight.

“I thought you were dead! You weren’t moving.”

“……I couldn’t move because I was sick.”

“It hurts? Where!”

I was tired of saying that I was sick, and he was restless…… He was ironically cute. No, my eyes are sprained.