Looking at the Shield Woman who, despite being deprived of her sight, still maintained a defensive stance like an iron wall, almost without a flaw, the Mute Girl cracked a smile.
She did not move forward again, nor did she need direct contact.
The Magic Power sent into the opponent's body while sharing vision earlier, combined with the blindness just conferred... stacking the two, was already enough to build a powerful link.
Thus, she raised her hand and snapped her fingers.
With that crisp sound, the next second, the Shield Woman's eyes rolled back, her breathing shattered.
No scream, no lant, with spasming diaphragm and twitching vocal cords, she only managed a short strange cry, losing the ability to continue calling out.
The Short Sword fell to the ground, the shield dropped from her hand, and that fortress-like posture instantly collapsed, the originally fair complexion also fell apart, twisted into an uncontrollable ugly state.
Then, her whole body slowly arched down, her spine bent, collapsing on the ground like a broken bellows, trembling at an odd frequency, emitting fragnted sobs.
But in the midst of a dark and noisy environnt, her anomaly was not noticed by any Divine Basin Believer.
Only the Catcher watching her could empathize and understand what was happening to her.
It was agony.
Pain transcending physiological limits, penetrating into the marrow and soul.
She was undergoing the Mute Girl's "treatnt."
It was like tearing open a bloody wound and rcilessly pouring stinging disinfectant, soaking every inch of the nerves.
That feeling, even those Adventurers long used to licking blood from the blade and viewing pain as commonplace, would leave indelible shadows, recoiling in fear upon hearing of it.
The Catcher had witnessed more than once those tough guys who did not flinch even when walking on the edge of life and death, wailing like newborns under the Mute Girl's treatnt.
This was also one reason why the na Black Light Nun beca famous in the Ancient City in such a short ti.
He himself was no different, initially when removing the Curse from his right hand, he had already heard of the Mute Girl's reputation. He thought he was ntally prepared, but he ended up bawling under the Mute Girl's hands, worse than his mom had ever seen.
And in the subsequent sessions, no matter how many tis repeated, he still could not adapt to this pain; cries of agony were the norm, and he'd more than once experience Illusions, losing consciousness.
The Catcher's age was not younger than the Mute Girl's, and calling her "Big Sister" was not so much out of respect and gratitude, but because of those tis he'd exposed his own disgraceful states, leaving him unable to lift his head in front of her.
However, if one were to grade this pain, it actually did not transcend the limit he had endured in his lifeti.
Even, as the treatnt progressed, this pain was gradually decreasing, yet it still remained unbearable.
Generally, Adventurers may not make such subtle distinctions, but as he gradually regained his past abilities, he could distinctly differentiate the variations in these painful sensations.
So after one treatnt ended, he couldn't suppress his curiosity and put forth this question to the Mute Girl.
——What exactly did Big Sister do to make people suffer like this?
"You seem to have misunderstood sothing."
Even after the treatnt, having to continue channeling Magic Power to speak, the Mute Girl's expression showed traces of impatience, yet she still answered.
"This pain doesn't originate from .
"Though my Magic Power indeed brings so stimulation, that's about it, won't be much more painful than normal healer's treatnt.
"If your case wasn't so serious, just trivial bumps, you could grit your teeth and bear it. So bla yourself instead."
If other patients heard her words, even facing a life-saving benefactor, they probably wouldn't refrain from silently cursing, but the Catcher had grown accustod to the Mute Girl's unrelentingly candid attitude and sensibly did not rebut, rely continuing to ask following her words:
"If it isn't caused by Big Sister, then where does this trendous pain co from?"
"What else could it be?" The Mute Girl scoffed, "It's your 'Pain' itself.
"My treatnt thod uses my own Magic Power to directly fill and neutralize injuries, but to do this, it's necessary to excavate the 'Pain' itself from within you.
"aning, even long numbed old injuries will feel like when initially incurred, possibly with years of accumulated pain stacked upon it.
"And during this process, the patient has no space for resistance, anesthesia, sensory block, even willpower... none will be effective.
"Because this is 'treatnt,' anything trying to suppress the surfacing of 'Pain' will hinder my Magic Power neutralization. In other words, resisting Pain equates to resisting treatnt."
The Mute Girl shrugged.
"If I did anything, it might just be stripping your poor little willpower.
"In the Black Gate, there are also so guys adept at similar abilities, but they project their body's pain outward, whereas for you people, the source of the pain is yourselves.
"So bla yourselves, careless folks, turning yourselves into this state, resulting in having to treat it."
"Big Sister, it's not so necessary to say it like this..." The Catcher grimaced.
However, he finally understood why the Mute Girl's treatnt was so unbearable.
Everyone's will varies in strength, and naturally, the capability to endure pain differs as well.
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