Chapter 96: The Woman Beside the Duke
"Next! Come on, keep the line moving, don’t be shy!"
Cherion’s voice cracked slightly, a sharp, authoritative ring that felt entirely too big for his lungs. He punctuated the command with a brisk clap of his hands, his sleeves rolled past his elbows to reveal forearms dusted with a fine layer of herbal powder and a suspicious splash of something purple. The medical tent was... a lot. Imagine stepping into a sauna that smells like your grandma’s flower shop got hit by a welding accident. Iron, lavender, mint gone rogue, and some mysterious hint of "probably dead stuff." It was the kind of smell that made you question all your life choices... and your nose.
Next to him, Reiner was basically a ninja, gliding around the tent and tossing pre-cut bandages like he’d been born to do this. No one had to ask, he just did it. Meanwhile, Cherion was hovering over some poor knight, poking and prodding a cut that honestly looked like someone had tried to slice bread with a hammer. Chaos everywhere, but somehow it felt... organized?
Stitch, pull, knot. Don’t use the light yet. Save it.
That was the mantra playing on a loop in his skull. While his healing power was a literal godsend, he wasn’t about to blow his entire spiritual load on a dozen cuts and bruises. Priorities, people.
He’d spent way too much time on the "slow way
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