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　In the outside world, it would not be possible to prepare such facilities, albeit improvised, so quickly.
　Around the cave that Ars and Loki had temporarily set up to hide, countless small tents were placed around the cave, and many mages were on full alert.

　The inside of the curtain house is one of the largest among them.
　The inside is not as wide as it looks, but still there is enough room for thirty people to enter. The only thing that is used in this tabernacle is that all of the cloth that covers the surroundings from the framework is drawn with a magical formula.
　Because of the many layers of cloth, the interior is not as wide as it appears from the outside.

　Illuminated by the lights, the boy lying in the center of the room was surrounded by a dozen or so people who were probably healing mages, exercising their magic.
　But it was only temporary. A boy and a girl were carried in. The old woman could tell at a glance that the two of them were going to be the most difficult thing in her life.
　She immediately set up a sterile room and flogged the old bones. It had taken her a long time to even get this far, but it was obvious that she didn't need to say anything so sweet.

　The heyday of being touted as a saint to wipe up those idiots is long past.
　Nexolis put on a white robe and summoned as many healing mages as she could pack into her tent. That's what is about to begin, and that's exactly what will be allowed to happen, not even a minute. Even Nexolis, who has had some experience with the process of threading a needle, feels like spooning it.

　But it was easy to see from the look on her face that this was not allowed. Moreover, Nexolis has yet to concede the prestigious crown of being a saint. That's why it would be hard to show that she, the foremost of the healing mages, can't do it.

I will now begin the intensive healing process. I'm going to start the intensive healing process now, and if any of you can't control your magic to less than 1 mm, get out. Until we cross the pass, we'll let you move outside to pour your magic into the tent.

　The healing mages who nodded do not overestimate their own abilities. No one here has any personal feelings. There may be a desire to see the skills of their predecessors up close and personal in the medical field, but everyone understood that this was unacceptable.
　We must help. That was the only thing that made them make an immediate decision. All that was needed was to share in the power to save.

　This tent would promote self-healing abilities inside, but it wasn't a rough-hewn one that any mage could use. It follows the structure of a complex and bizarre magical formula perfectly, coordinating subtle magic with others without disturbing them.
　Those who are not needed are not here.

　But the conditions Nexolis told them were at most five, even for those they called great doctors.

From now on, you'll have to concentrate for a whole day," he said. Don't let the old lady get the better of you, young man.

　Still, most of the wizards left here are in their four or fifties.
　They nodded head-on, and there was a strong will in them. However, there was a girl in this group who didn't fit in too chronologically.

　Her mouth was covered by a mask and she must be a healing mage as well, judging by the fact that she wore a white coat.
　Her hair, which looked like young grass, was bound tightly behind her head.

'Look, Flynn, you're the only one who can help me. You're the only one I can count on. Don't be in a hurry, just make sure you connect each and every strand. When you've done that, you'll connect the nerves, all right? I'm gonna take care of the kid and the girl at the same time.
Yes, Grandma.

　The way Nexolis told him to do it. It's possible in modern medicine to attach arms to each other in the first place. That is, of course, with the exception of the patient, a mage.
　Only mages would have difficulty joining the missing parts together. It doesn't matter how much healing magic is developed, it's still the same. To begin with, magic power travels through the entire body along with the bloodstream, but the sutures that are used to attach them shed a lot of magic power. That separates the magic spheres within the bloodstream and creates a different pathway than originally.
　Then the magic power creates its own route and begins to circulate within the body. In other words, even if it could be joined, the supply of magic power to that part of the body would be cut off.

　However, her, the only disciple Nexolis has trained, Flynn, has an innate talent for perceiving technology that even a saintly woman could not.
　Far more magical pathways than cross-sectional blood vessels and nerves. It's something that is essentially invisible.
　It is of great significance to humanity that they were able to unearth her who can sense it. However, because these magic tubes are directly connected to the amount of magic power, it is said that the most number is not more than a few thousand.

　More than anything else, Nexolis saw in Balmes that the magician in front of him was not in the dimension of many. He looked at Flynn with a soft expression and rubbed the girl's hand with a deeply wrinkled one. The trembling seemed to have been removed.

'I'll see to it, won't I? The pace is half of what it usually is...'
But Grandma, that's probably not going to make it.
"....!　You know what I'm talking about. Still, you have to trust people. There are more than two healers out there. You do your job, and I'll heal the boy and his daughter's abdomen.
Yeah, okay, okay.

　Flynn's overly delicate skills are something that can be disturbed only by the magical reactions of others. Therefore, unfortunately, Flynn and Nexolis are the only ones who can directly apply healing to the boy.
　Flynn takes two needle-like sticks that are placed on a stand. There were still hundreds of needles on this table.

'We'll begin the complete joining ceremony.

　The girl's expression changes in an instant as she tells you so. The open eye which does not let you even blink looks directly at the affected part. No, the countless lines of light reflected in the affected area.
　It was more beautiful magic than any of them, though he had practiced it on a trial basis until now. However, it was no mean feat to connect them together one by one.
　What she was piecing together was different from blood vessels and nerves. There is no such thing as mass in there.
　What you can see is a beautiful light, the information of the magical power that resides in it. It connects the information that has been chopped up into pieces.

　It's difficult for Flynn to distinguish between them by color, just to find a perfect match from the star-studded bunch. It's not something that can be done in a few days.
　It's like asking me to pick up a grain of sand from the dune and look for one that looks like it. Maybe it's out there somewhere, or some other vague reason.
　I don't even know if there's an identical grain, but all I know is that it's definitely there in this boy's detached arm.

　After a pause for a breath, she alternates between the two disconnected surfaces at a terrific speed.
　Immediately afterwards, the arm moves in small increments at a speed that is out of the ordinary for the needle caught between her fingers. The movement of that arm is so fast that anyone who can only heal would not be able to catch it with their eyes.

　-- Grandma, oh, but she said. I'll never make it in time........and this guy.......

　Is it really possible that such a pathway of magic power exists, Flynn wondered. To her, the cross-section looked not like fresh blood or the color of subcutaneous tissue, but rather a light like a warm pool of sunlight.
　It was as fresh as a new light.

　He connected each one precisely with the tip of the needle and stretched it out.
　A number of threads of magical power stretched out in the air. All of them Flynn memorized and stretched out what looked very similar to the cross-section of her arm, spinning out the severed magical information.

　That's all her vision reflects. The breadth of vision devoted to anything else does not exist.

　Seeing such a heroic figure of her apprentice, Nexolis also concentrates on the abdomen treatment. Of all the hundreds or thousands of times he's practiced, this time his concentration surpasses all of them.
　Most importantly, the girl's abdomen in front of her is too badly damaged in her internal organs. The healing mage left here was also to avoid disrupting Flynn's concentration, but that didn't mean the saint couldn't leave this girl's treatment to someone else.
　The same goes for this one, who wouldn't allow even a few millimeters of error. Just being able to apply healing magic to the affected area is a third-rate thing to do.

　It requires precise healing and the fastest possible time within a limited amount of time. Cutting open the affected area would only chase after the extra risk.
　But as far as she knows, she's probably the only one who can see the damage and heal it without an inch of error.

　Nexolis spread her arms out as she was sandwiched between the two patients, Ars and Loki. The boy's side would require delicate skills to not impede Flynn's healing. And the girl's was the only one who could treat it, and Nexolis was the only one who could.

　Scattering the magic power around the surroundings, sterile and suitable for healing magic. The five healing magicians take turns focusing on healing the area around Loki's affected area. The one with a free hand slowly turns around and wipes Flynn's sweat off of his sleeve by his side, holding it down.

　He instantly steps back as he watches the procedure by his side. A face that doesn't even care about the sweat on his forehead, eyes that perhaps don't even blink, moves his gaze in anticipation of too fast handwork.

　She was still old enough to be considered a child, and how much training she had gained from being introduced as a saint's apprentice.
　Joining arms is a race against time. Before that, restoring the magical information is the top priority. No, to begin with, the missing parts have no choice but to give up on the transmission of magic power in light of the conventional wisdom.

　So what he knew about what she was doing right now was that it was a very fine light that he could barely see at this distance.
　A thread of light like a spider's thread, which she expertly manipulated and sutured with the tip of a needle.

　The man returned to his post to do what he could. Theoretically, he hoped it would be that way. The face of the patient, who may or may not even be alive, is burned into his mind for once.
　The loss is too great to lose the boy. It's a wild thought, but if you were standing there, would you be able to treat him without trembling?

　No, even if he could, it was hard to believe that he could have done it calmly at that age.


　Nexolis watches the magical light being woven in front of him. It's possible to weave it yourself, but that's on the condition that there is no time limit.
　As long as we don't know when the abnormal state of temporary death will be broken, there's no need to hurry. Even though it was a temporary death, the symptoms of it were not as if even Nexolis could see the path from the circumstances to the present.


　That's why Nexolis felt a bit uneasy. It is true that the boy's condition is not as good as Flynn said. It's a race against time, but the procedure Flynn performs is a technique that can't be failed once. The wrong information linkage can greatly disrupt the magic power inside the body.
　Confusion, confusion, and other symptoms of rejection are sure to follow. Normally, this is not a procedure that puts lives at risk. But this time, the patient is the patient.

　Once that's done, you can then focus on healing as a saint with all your might. Perhaps only she would have the skills to not inhibit the mysterious technique performed on this eye that was giving off the symptoms of suspended animation.

　More than anything else, seeing the look of rejection that no one else would accept, Nexolis made a promise to one girl.
　I saw a girl who had no regard for her own body and was desperately begging for it. Words are useless at such a spectacle, as if a dying beast of prey was protecting its own child. He made Nexolis think that he would have no choice but to stand in the same field and speak with his arms.
　And he had staked his life as a healing mage on that expectation.