After a period of marching, the Rebel Army retreated to where they had camped last night.
Although this location was a bit too close to Baker City and not a sufficiently safe camp, there were many injured who urgently needed treatment, making it unsuitable for further marching.
"How is he?"
Isabelle once again lowered her hands, which emitted a milky white glow, and frowned slightly as she asked about Liens's condition.
"My body is fine; my internal organs and bones have been completely repaired.
Although the newly formed tissues are still somewhat fragile, they don't affect basic movement, and I should fully recover after a few days of rest."
"My weakness isn't a physical problem, but rather an excessive expenditure of power.
It's not merely spiritual; your understanding of it is insufficient, so you can't enhance its recovery speed through divine arts."
"So there's no need to waste any more effort."
Liens explained to Isabelle.
