Thud, with a pleasant sound, I finished the suturing.
“Sister, please! Everyone, assist with Divine Power!”
“Kraaaak! I can’t see!”
Ambrosia flailed her short arms. Her mask seemed to have been twisted in the ruckus.
I lifted her mask and ripped it off.
“Puhaha.”
Had she been feeling suffocated? Ambrosia took a deep breath.
She shifted her posture and wrapped new Divine Power around herself to activate the Healing Spell.
There might not be enough Divine Power to cast the Barrier. I placed my hand on her shoulder, offering her assistance.
—Crash!
“You shall not pass! Do not disturb my friend!”
From offstage, Gishta’s voice echoed as she swung her axe with flair.
“What is this? Is she human?!”
“Don’t recklessly jump in! That’s definitely a beast!”
The Kingdom soldiers stepped back warily. There shouldn’t be any more interruptions now.
“Hah!”
As Ambrosia began her casting, the patient was enveloped in radiant light.
In an instant, the sutured area began to heal. I helped her with the MRI, monitoring the affected area until it firmly closed up.
[Health 13/14]
[Under Anesthesia 67%]
Checking with a diagnosis revealed that the anesthesia was gradually wearing off. Ambrosia’s spell was powerful. By the time the patient woke up, any lingering pain should be minimal.
Hmm. She seemed to be micro-managing her Healing Spell since I could see her fingers twitching.
She’s much more skilled than I expected.
“Respiratory function is back,” the doctor reported. That should be enough. My role was complete.
The surgery room was a mess, but the operation was a success.
“Let’s get to the aftercare. Make sure the patient isn’t startled.”
I handed Chloe two candies.
“You can eat one.”
“I’m not that much of a pig!”
Leaving the complaining Chloe behind, I took off my gloves and exited the operating room.
—
The atmosphere in the distinguished guest seats grew tense after the commotion on stage.
The tension was so thick it felt like a war could break out any moment. The newly formed alliance was already in such a precarious situation. Other country leaders were nervously glancing at the Emperor and the King.
“Y-Your Majesty, look at the stage!”
One prince screamed, causing the King to lose his cool.
“What’s with the commotion? What’s so important about the stage right now…”
As the King briefly averted his gaze from the Emperor, he was taken aback.
On stage, the young Prince Gordon III was rubbing his eyes, looking like he had just woken up, clearly visible on the screen.
He was holding Chloe’s hand, looking confused.
He was clearly standing on his own two feet.
“He stood up!”
“Oh my goodness!”
“He’s moving!”
“The moment we fixed his back, his legs healed as well!”
Cheers and applause erupted from the audience. The King realized he had seriously misjudged the situation.
“To the King of Williams…”
A deep voice resonated through the guest seats.
The one who had been leisurely observing the stage from his seat was the Emperor.
“The healer standing next to your son is my physician.”
The Emperor spoke flatly. The King struggled to find words in response.
“No need for thanks.”
With those words from the Emperor, the situation was resolved.
The King ordered the troops to stand down, and the tense atmosphere was relieved.
This incident was surely a significant political matter that could lead to disputes between the kingdom and the empire.
Since there had already been an armed confrontation, it could even provide justification for a retaliatory war if complaints were made.
But the Emperor summed it up in one phrase.
“I’ll end this matter here.”
To shape the broader picture of the alliance.
The King clearly understood the implications and chose not to escalate the situation further.
He could only realize once again why he had never been able to defeat the Emperor.
On stage, the physicians from the Moonlight Palace were receiving significant applause for their impressive demonstration alongside Prince III.
Finally, as Prince III fully awoke and realized he was walking, he beamed with joy and fascination.
Still unsure of his unpracticed legs, he received assistance from Chloe and quickly exited to stabilize himself.
The next person to dash in was a doctor in freshly changed white attire.
It was Gothberg from the Moonlight Palace.
“The demonstration ends here! There was a minor misunderstanding that led to a small accident, but don’t worry, everything is fine!”
As he bowed, the cheers grew even louder.
“I’ve never seen healing techniques like this in my life!”
“It’s not just healing techniques; it’s medical skills!”
“Who is that guy?”
“Gothberg! Haven’t you heard of his medicine? The one the merchants have been advertising lately!”
“That suspicious thing that claims to cure ailments just by eating it? Is it not fake after all? Whoa!”
Lars’s booming voice resonated again towards the murmuring crowd.
“Let’s give a round of applause to the physicians of the Empire’s Moonlight Palace for their outstanding surgery! And a special thanks to Lady Ambrosia for demonstrating such a fantastic Healing Spell!”
Feeling proud, Ambrosia stretched her tiny body at Lars’s introduction.
“Lady? That little girl?”
“Isn’t she the Emperor’s personal physician?”
“No wonder her Divine Power is tremendous!”
Lars subtly shifted the crowd’s focus onto Ambrosia.
From the start, he had planned to reveal her identity right after the surgery to redirect attention.
Although he hadn’t intended for her mask to come off, the surgical scene hadn’t been directly displayed on the screen, and the stage was far from the audience.
During the surgery, no one could have identified who was who among the team members, so attention wouldn’t have been on him.
This ensured she would not be discussed as a candidate for the hero party. His intent was reflected in his hasty attire change.
However, Gothberg’s fame would naturally shine through his position as the head of this demonstration.
Everything proceeded according to Lars’s plan.
‘The King’s military intervention was a bit excessive.’
He had thought it would stop before it reached the Emperor, but the guest area flowed far more urgently than Lars had anticipated.
Those who recognized that Lars was the one performing the surgery were probably just the nobility from the Empire’s guest seats.
The Emperor, satisfied by observing Lars’s skilled performance, slightly raised the corners of his mouth and addressed the King.
“The demonstration is over. We should determine the winner.”
“…Indeed,” the King replied quietly.
He turned his gaze to the Pope.
“Your Holiness, where should the healing category’s winner be decided?”
The Pope smiled gently.
Just moments ago, the Empire and Kingdom were on the brink of conflict. Everyone could see that the Empire had emerged victorious.
Neither party had any inclination to experience embarrassment, and deep down, the Pope accepted their inferiority in the demonstration.
No matter how acclaimed their saint candidate was, they couldn’t raise a cripple in an instant.
“Ha-ha, since the Goddess has granted us a chance to witness a miracle, we must surely inform the world.”
The Pope answered diplomatically, ensuring to protect the dignity of the nation.
Ultimately, by majority vote, the Moonlight Palace was declared the winner in the healing category.
“Acella, inform Gothberg.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Acella stood up, ready to deliver the Emperor’s command.
—
Prince III was sent to a side room in the waiting area to rest. Although the surgery had gone well, he needed time for rehabilitation and observation.
The aftercare had to be thorough.
“Teacher, we’ve won!” Hugo brought the news.
The doctors leaped up in excitement and cheered.
“Lars! There’s nothing left to break!”
As I exchanged high fives with the doctors in the waiting room corridor, Gishta came running in. She must have been looking for me in a panic.
“Good job! Thanks to you, the surgery ended safely.”
“Ha-ha, glad to hear that. It’s so hot in this town, I can’t seem to gather my strength.”
Gishta cracked her neck and rotated her shoulders. Most adventurers would be a mess after just one hit.
“Teacher.”
A breathless voice called out again.
It was Bruno, his hair nearly back to dark with the potion’s effects fading.
Hmm, now that I think about it, it’s not the time to celebrate yet.
“Did I get caught?”
“Yes.”
“And you?”
“I wasn’t caught.”
He’s still alive, huh.
“Hide. Is the Royal Princess coming?”
“Thirty seconds left.”
“Everyone disperse.”
The doctors quickly scattered to avoid Acella. Only Gishta and I remained in the corridor.
Tap tap.
The sharp sound of heels approached.
Before long, she appeared around the corner, her golden presence sparkling.
It seemed she was ready to pull out an ice spear and pin me in place at any moment, glaring at me, the Royal Princess.
Standing close, her arms crossed, her gaze turned towards me before abruptly shifting away.
“What’s that?”
Gishta made eye contact with Acella and raised an awkward smile.
“That golden girl is pretty.”
After a brief comment, Gishta turned her back on us.
“I’ll wait outside, Lars.”
Thud thud, with her tough footsteps, Gishta departed.
Hmm, I wish she hadn’t left alone. How disappointing.
Now it was just the two of us, Acella shot me a look.
“Lars, we have much to discuss, don’t we?”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“But first…”
Acella’s face twisted with displeasure as she nodded toward me.
“What’s all this? Why does she call you by name?”
It seems Gishta bothered her the most out of everything.
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