Thick steam came out of my mouth.

I felt a little relieved now.

The comfort that I had succeeded in doing what I should have done in the first place was sweet.

There was an unusual scene in front of me.

Writhing like a caterpillar on the ground was Duster.

I enjoyed watching the sight of him writhing in pain.

Forgive me if I was happy on top of someone else's suffering.

You too would automatically be amused when you see his suffering face.

His mangled face couldn't mask his anxiety and agitation. The anxiety and fear of death were clearly reflected in his bulging eyes and chattering teeth.

His eyes saw the wounds on his body, which continued to bleed.

I could understand what he was feeling. But it wasn't a feeling of compassion that I had for him, but rather just an unfeeling gaze that I had to give him.

A pool of blood soaked the place where he rolled.

I think he had lost about 15 to 30 percent of the total blood volume in his body. People said, when a person had lost 50 percent of the total blood volume in the body, that person would die.

Maybe he was scared because of that? His hands were shaking as he reached into the pocket of his robe. Then he suddenly took something out from there.

I saw that it was a recovery potion.

While he was holding the recovery potion in one hand, his other hand was reaching for the piece of the leg that had been lying on the ground.

After reaching his piece of leg, surprisingly, he tried to attach the piece of the leg back to his body.

He was seen trying to pour a recovery potion over the joint of his severed leg with great difficulty.

Did he think his leg could be put back together in an instant?

[Judgement Skill - Activated.]

I decided to judge the recovery potion in his hand.

[Name: Recovery Potion.

Grade: Middle

Description: Could heal moderately severe physical wounds. There was a small chance of being able to connect two severed body parts, but on the condition that the wound was not too old and the healing process would be very long.]

When I looked at the description of the recovery potion that he was holding, it turned out that it was a recovery potion that had a middle grade. So, it made sense that he was trying to reattach his leg.

Of course, I wouldn't let him do so regardless of whether he would be able to reattach his leg or not.

I squatted in front of him and took the recovery potion in his hand.

His face grew panicked. He tried to take the recovery potion from my hand. His hand flailed wherever I pushed the recovery potion. Left, right, swirling around, he kept trying to reach the recovery potion until he got fed up.

"Argh! W-why are you doing this?"

"I don't have a reason. Just... because I want to."

"Hahaha. Yes, I was wrong for thinking that you were dancing on my palms. In fact, who would have thought that I was the one dancing on your palms."

He laughed madly.

"Maybe."

I pretended to understand what he meant even though I had no idea what he meant.

While continuing to play with the recovery potion, I asked, "Do you want this?"

"O-of course."

"What a pity. I have no plans to let you use it."

"H-Hurry up and give it back to me! ...P-please!"

He tried to plead.

The skin on his face became paler and paler as blood continued to ooze more and more from his body. Thus he was in a hurry.historical

Unfortunately, I put the recovery potion into Inventory instead.

"Eh!" He was shocked to see the recovery potion disappear into the darkness.

"Oops!"

"How dare yoouuu!"

I was sure he didn't know why the recovery potion disappeared, but he didn't seem to care. He was just acting like a person who had almost lost his mind. He was no longer pleading. Only anger was on display.

How could he not lose his mind when he was about to die? Of course I realized that his reaction was a natural one.

But...

I immediately raised my sword into the air. My sword prepared to parachute attack him.

I did that before he would have a chance to yell more, cuss at me, or perhaps scratch my body.

His hand was already holding the collar of my robe as I had raised the Svangur Sword into the air.

But I slapped his hand away and stood up while holding the Svangur Sword.

[Svangur Sword started drooling.]

I did not understand what the notification system was for.

However, Duster's reaction suddenly changed several degrees.

[The Fear Effect on the Svangur Sword was active.]

[Enemies near you will receive the Fear effect.]

Had his survival instinct suddenly been activated? Trembling was felt coming out of his body. He shuffled backward, trying to get away from me. He was clearly trying to avoid the range of my sword.

His eyes trembled as he stared at my sword. The only clue I had to determine that he was under the effects of fear from the Svangur Sword was that.

"Eeek! F-Forgive me!"

Obviously, he was scared. His hand told me to stop. However, I kept swinging my sword.

'Enjoy your first course.'

I spoke silently to Svangur Sword.

Finally, a pitch-black sword blade plunged freely and slashed through his body.

Since he was already helpless from the start, he could only accept my slash without being able to dodge it. As a result, my sword was successfully lodged in his body.

My attack made his body kiss the ground.

His last breath signaled that he had lost his life.

Even though he was dead, I still let my sword lodge in his body.

I didn't immediately draw my sword, but instead, I let the Svangur Sword perform its final task.

Slowly but surely, the blood that should have been spurting from the wound on his body was sucked into the Svangur Sword.

Not only did I kill him so that I could reduce my enemies, but I also killed him because I wanted to feed the Svangur Sword.

[Svangur Sword successfully absorbed the target's blood.]

[Fear effect successfully increased slightly.]

After Svangur Sword did his job, I pulled it out.

I took in the scenery around me.

The flames continued to soar into the sky. Thick black smoke was getting thicker through the clouds. The hot vapor spread and attacked the oxygen in the air.

The sounds of burning wood continued to be heard. The destruction continued to spread as the fire spread.

Against the backdrop of chaos, where houses were burning, I crouched quietly.

Before my eyes, Jeanne's body lay limp on the ground. I had been approaching her.

I watched her.

'There's no mistaking it, she's experiencing Mana deficiency symptoms.'

The irregular rhythm of her breathing indicated that she was not in a good condition.

The pale white color of the skin on her body had not faded. Traces of the whitish-yellow skin color, like the normal skin color she had before, were not visible at all.

Seeing her like that, I felt sorry for her.

Was there anything I could do to help her?

I had heard that the phenomenon of mana deficiency was almost the same as the phenomenon of poisoning.

Although the cause of Mana deficiency was the use of Mana which reached its limit, the cause of someone's body being weak and suffering was because the mana core that had dried up had not a single drop left. In that situation, various toxins in the air could enter the Mana Core.

The Mana core that had been empty automatically absorbed the mana in the air in order to survive, even though it would cause symptoms of poisoning to the user's body.

The normal thing was to do meditation using meditation techniques so that no poison would be absorbed or experience other deviations. That was the importance of meditation techniques.

While the symptoms of mana deficiency could be alleviated by resting and eating regularly, it takes a very long time. Almost a week or more. And during that time, people with mana deficiency symptoms would lose their appetite, which can lead to death.

'If it's the same as the symptoms of poisoning, then maybe...'

First of all, I turned her body that had been faced down.

Next, I placed my palm over her lower abdomen. The skin of my palm managed to feel the softness of her soft skin.

I did this not because I wanted to harass her, I did this to help her overcome the Mana Deficiency she was experiencing.

After I touched her lower abdomen, I started to activate my Mana.

Luckily, because she was in an unconscious state. Automatically she did not reject the Mana that I flowed to her body.

Her body openly accepted my Mana's visit.

[Poison Resistance Skill - Activated.]

Slowly, my eyelids closed tightly as I commanded so.

I concentrated on flowing my Mana into her body.

Slowly but surely, the flow of Mana began to flow from inside me, moving all the way to Jeanne's body.

A little time had passed.

I opened my eyes when I felt that I had successfully gotten rid of the poison content in her Mana Core. When the poison content had disappeared, the Mana that was in her Mana Core was replaced with natural Mana.

Little by little, the pale color on Jeanne's body disappeared and was replaced with a bright white color like her previous healthy skin tone.

Her hair was disheveled as it mixed with the dust on the ground and the sweat from her body.

I pushed away her short red hair that was sticking to her forehead due to her sweat.

Then, I placed the palm of my hand on her forehead. And it turned out that her body temperature was no longer hot.

I opened my robe and covered her body.

When I felt that I had done enough initial handling, I stood up.

Before Colby, Nina, and the other children came with the slave trader and his men, I had to do something. Especially about the corpses.