Roland was not a doctor, nor did he ever intend to become one. He was just a simple man who loved to fight if anything, he was still a boy in that regard.
What the spirit asked of him, though, was something else entirely. Something just plain nasty.
[Hurry up. Plunge your hand near his heart and crush his core. I'll mend it with my power just enough so that he doesn't die.]
Those words made him shudder the second time he heard them.
He was actually scared. He had killed countless demons already, but never harmed an ally before.
The prince, however, met his gaze with an unyielding resolution and unwavering resolve, an acceptance that showed he didn't mind whatever the spirit had told Roland to do.
"Damn it… just don't die on me."
Roland had Renar hold the prince from behind, with someone maintaining a silent ward around them and two healers positioned nearby.
They were going to do this all at once.
