After Broken Sword put on protective socks for her, he carried her into a wheelchair, followed by a simple wash and breakfast...... Amy, in the next bedroom, also woke up, and when everything was ready, the two pushed their wheelchairs and walked towards the medical center. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It can be seen that the hero is much more nervous than usual, and he barely speaks along the way. Fortunately, Amy played the role of enlivening the atmosphere, so that the tension would not spread to Broken Sword.

As for Amy herself...... Probably optimism is in her nature, and she can smile at any time, even on the way to escape from the Dawn Kingdom-this is the envy of Broken Sword.

It was almost 9 a.m. when they arrived at the medical center, and as soon as they entered the hospital, the three of them saw Wendy waiting at the door.

No, it's not just Wendy, it's Shujuan, Anna, Leaf, Mystery, Lily, ...... Almost all of the members of the League of Witches have gathered here, waiting for their arrival.

Even though she wasn't being healed, Broken Sword still felt a sudden warmth in her heart, and she even felt her eyes sour a little.

There was a slight tremor in the palm of her wheelchair hand, which she knew was the hero's undulating mood.

"Your Majesty and Marquis Speer are already waiting for you in the infirmary," Wendy walked forward with a smile and touched the hero's head, "Don't worry, you'll be free again soon." ”

"Your Majesty?" Broken Sword said in surprise, "Is His Majesty Roland here too?"

"Otherwise, who else could it be," Myyue shouted, "that the only one who could make Lily put down the microscope and those weird bugs and run with her is His Majesty himself." ”

"Don't talk nonsense!" Lily screamed and covered her mouth.

This made the three of them can't help but chuckle, and their nervousness can't help but ease a little.

Wendy shook her head helplessly, "Let's go, don't make Your Majesty wait too long." ”

Broken Sword pushed the wheelchair into the infirmary, saluted the king and the marquis, and carefully carried the hero to the bed.

Just as the latter was about to take the herbs, Anne finally arrived.

She gently shook the hero's hand, as she always did, "I'll be here until you wake up." ”

This sentence seemed to have incredible magic, and Broken Sword saw that the girl on the hospital bed had finally settled down.

Also, on the long escape road, it was Anne who was busy alone and brought the three girls who had no experience in survival in the wild to the morning light unscathed. In this process, they all regarded Anne as their backbone, believing that as long as she was there, any problem would be solved.

Not long after swallowing the pill, the hero fell into a deep sleep.

"Let's get started," Wendy said to Broken Sword.

She nodded, closed her eyes—and in an instant, her five senses vanished, as if she had been thrown into nothingness. The sensation lasted only a few breaths, and soon she was "seeing" her surroundings again—through Miss Nanawa's eyes.

The experience after exerting her ability is very wonderful, and she can even see herself, like a short and thin "dagger", with a vibrant emerald green ** force flowing between the blades.

This willow-leaf-like dagger was the opinion of His Majesty, who said that wielding a long sword in front of the hospital bed was too strange and inconvenient, and it was better to turn into a short dagger. He also gave this type of weapon a strange name, the scalpel.

Suddenly, an even more surging magic rushed into her body, and the feeling of fullness made her hum irrepressibly, and of course, only the little girl holding her could hear this slight moan.

"Still uncomfortable?" Nanawa held the scalpel up in front of her eyes.

"Much better than the previous times," Broken Sword took a deep breath - though it was just a knee-jerk move on her part, as the weapon wouldn't breathe, "It's okay, I can handle it, you can use it as you please." 」

This powerful magic comes from the leaves, and when Speer Passy connects the two of them, it also strikes the Broken Sword. Fortunately, Miss Ye's ability itself has the characteristics of vitality and moisture, and it will not be too uncomfortable after adapting, unlike Anna's black fire, which is hard, sharp, and cold, as if her whole body is filled with steel needles, and the vast magic capacity almost makes her unbearable.

As a result, when working with witches, only Miss Anna has the least number of collaborations.

Because she can have a certain conscious connection with the user after turning into a sword blade, she is also faintly aware that the witch's magic is not unrelated to her own personality, and most witches' temperament can always be felt from the fluctuation of magic power. It was therefore very difficult for her to understand that Miss Anna, who seemed to be approachable and did not talk much but was extremely intelligent, would magically give her such feelings.

Anna took off her hero's socks, and a thin black line appeared on her fingertips, binding her opponent's legs like a rope.

Broken Sword couldn't help but shudder.

She'd seen it with her own eyes, and when necessary, this black fire could instantly melt metal and incinerate everything, but now, it was just a cold filament of hard and hard as the magic of the other party made her feel when she cooperated.

The black thread quickly vanished, and the Broken Sword knew that it had shrunk into an imperceptible black dot, and in the process of contraction, the skin, veins, and bones were neatly split in two—because the cut surface was so flat that it took a while for a circle of blood to appear in the entwined area.

The severed limb was less than a finger thick, and Nanava used a short dagger to pick open the peeled skin, wielding magic to envelop the wound in it.

The next healing of Broken Sword has been seen many times.

The blood-red wound began to grow forward, new pink skin grew under the old skin, and the magic in the two of them was also passing rapidly, and without the continuous replenishment of the leaves, it would not be long before they would have exhausted everything.

After about half an hour, a pair of complete soles finally appeared in front of everyone.

Nanawa's spirit was also at its limit, she let go of the broken sword almost like dropping a scalpel, holding on to the edge of the bed and panting for air, her forehead covered with fine beads of sweat.

And the broken sword was not much better, the whole process seemed to her like constantly inflating her internal organs, and even after regaining her original appearance, her whole body was still sore.

The little girl was carried by Wendy to the next room for a short rest, but she insisted on staying.

She wants to be with Annie and Amy to see the hero wake up for the first time.

......

After the effects of the sleeping fern wore off, the hero slowly opened his eyes.

"How's it going?" Wendy asked softly, holding her up and leaning back on the head of the bed, "can you feel its presence?"

She shook her head as if trying to shake the lingering afterglow of slumber out of her brain, and then her eyes widened and stared at her feet—which had been half bare, with nothing but distressing scars.

Everyone held their breath and looked at the back of her foot, and there was silence in the infirmary.

Suddenly, the slender toes trembled slightly.

Broken Sword's heart also trembled, and she even thought it was her own illusion, blinked her eyes, and looked again-

The toes shook twice, and then they bent jerkily and sluggishly like rusty scissors that hadn't moved in a long time.

Her heart that had been hanging finally fell to the ground, and she was about to cheer, but she saw two flickering tears in the corners of the hero's eyes. She couldn't help but be stunned, even in the most difficult times, she had never seen the other person cry.

"Xie ......" The hero choked as soon as he opened his mouth, and he couldn't say this sentence completely for a long time, but everyone present understood what she meant, "Xie ...... Thank you ......"

Anne leaned over and hugged her, who burst into tears in her arms.