"Look here, this was burned by the giant dragon's fire. If I hadn't run fast enough, I'm afraid even my bones would have been burned to ashes."
The soldier stood up, showing off his not-so-large wound to everyone in the tavern, his arrogant demeanor looking as if he were displaying a medal of honor.
Whether they were Adventurers, Mercenaries, or even merchants who frequently traveled to trade, they were all people who licked blood from the edge of a blade. Naturally, they had an understanding of various types of wounds.
Without needing a doctor's diagnosis, just by glancing at it, most of them could rely on their experience to identify what caused the wound.
"It is a burn, and moreover, it was caused by a very high-temperature flame."
A red-haired Mercenary, utilizing his tall stature, loudly gave his judgment after clearly seeing the condition of the soldier's wound.
