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“What’s going on?”
There’s a commotion outside, so Margaret-san opens the door and looks down the corridor.
“I’ll go check!”
I heard someone calling the ship’s doctor.
I may not be a saint anymore, but my recovery magic might be of some use!
“I’ll go, too!”
“Me too!”
Margaret-san and Delhi-san came with us.
When we went out on deck, we saw a man lying on the deck, bleeding from the stomach. He was a dark-skinned man in his late twenties, dressed in a sailor’s uniform.
Next to him was a fishing rod and a slender fish about the height of a child with its mouth pointed like a spear.
The fish had several stabs in its belly and seemed to be out of control.
“What happened?”
I asked someone nearby.
A blue-faced sailor explained the situation, “I was fishing with him, and when the rod pulled out, a sharp-mouthed fish came out and pierced him right in the stomach…!”
The ship was warded against demons, but normal fish were allowed to pass through.
It was my fault for not knowing that there were fish with mouths as sharp as spears.
“The ship’s doctor! The ship’s doctor!”
The sailor who was stopping the bleeding beside the fallen man screams.
“The ship doctor. He’s drunk in the dining room…”
Another sailor replies.
“Damn it! He’s fired! I’ll feed him to the sharks!”
I can’t watch this anymore!
“Sir! Let me help you!”
I ran through the crowd to get to the fallen man.
“Who are you? Are you a noblewoman?”
“I’m not a noblewoman, but I can use a little recovery magic! I might be able to help him!”
I reach for the fallen man from the side of the man who is bleeding.
The wounded man’s face is pale, and he is breathing painfully. If he is breathing, I can help him!
“Maximum Recovery・Vesselung!”
A faint light surrounds the man’s body.
When the light disappears, the blood stops flowing and the wound is closed.
“Huh? What was I doing? Why am I covered in blood?”
With a dazed look on his face, the injured man raises his upper body.
Thank Goodness, I was able to help him.
“W-What the hell are you… Who are you?”
The man who was stopping the bleeding looked at me with a blank expression.
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