"...you know, for a supposed slashes from a light-enchantment-empowered wooden sword, all of those cuts look as if they happened from inside out, just beneath the skin…"
Nurse Chloe pointed out with a dubious expression after examining Rotsard's injuries.
"How so!?"
Syon, staying by Rotsard's bedside, still tried to play everything off and let out an exasperated gasp of pure disbelief.
"There is no trace of light mana within the wound, for example… or how the skin on the outside isn't even slightly bruised or damaged, but there is a literal pocket of air trapped on the inside of the skin as if something was pushing out from within, tearing it off from other tissues."
But the woman didn't even bat an eye and pointed out with a sour expression, staring daggers at the vice headmaster.
"Nonetheless, stitching him up is the best option we have, right?"
"We do… by the way, I still have the needle. I tried to dispose of it as it should be done, but it simply wouldn't break or melt. It's basically a proper weapon by this point. What did you do to it…?"
Syon asked a leading question, but Chloe shrugged him off and instead addressed Rotsard directly.
"Basic enchantment."
"Huh, Essence of Winter coupled with perfect mana unity really is something…!"
Rotsard shrugged his shoulders, answering dismissively, causing Syon to let out an amazed but also slightly dispirited gasp…
"Also… I was going to ask you the previous time, but… do you… not feel pain…? You're not asking for any anesthesia now, and you didn't previously either."
"...!"
Chloe furrowed her brows, already holding the needle ready for stitching, but as she put it to the edge of the longest wound, she ended up looking up at the bleached-blond-haired youth and inquiring with concern, which for some reason made Syon of all people flinch.
"I mean, it hurts, but… what do you want me to do? You all told me that most potions would turn harmful since my natural mana barrier hasn't recovered. If I'm not able to shrug off the pain and act like nothing's happening, how would I be able to…? Wait, no, hold up…!"
It was Rotsard's turn to frown as he grumbled before flinching, blushing slightly.
"I meant to say that nobles always keep their composure no matter the hardship they face!"
He seemed in a hurry to correct himself as if what he was saying previously was something dangerous.
"Just… just sew me up, please."
He added with a bitter expression before turning his head and staring at the wall.