"I won't forge Magic Swords."
The moment Phobos left, Welf immediately showed his resistance.
Although he was still young, in his eyes, Magic Swords were not good things at all, whether for the person who forged them or the person who used them.
His grandfather, who had once been so faithful to his craft, had abandoned his pride as a smith because of Crozzo Magic Swords.
The ideal of forging weapons with a smith's own power, weapons that were not inferior to Magic Swords, had in truth been nothing but empty talk.
In the end, what even was bloodline power?
Just because the ancestor of the Crozzo family once encountered a Spirit, their family obtained the ability to forge Magic Swords.
Welf had no desire for that kind of mysterious, unexplained power.
Hephaestus froze for a moment.
Seeing that Welf had only been pretending to be obedient until now, she suddenly laughed.
"W-What are you laughing at?!"
"No, nothing."
"Don't lie! You're laughing at me, aren't you?!"
"Mm."
"Hah?"
Welf was stunned.
"You... you actually admitted it?"
Hephaestus said, "I did."
"I... You—no, wait, what's so funny? Are you treating me like an idiot?"
Tsubaki, watching Welf make a fuss from the side, scratched her head and muttered, "So noisy. What a troublesome brat."
"Well, he's still a child. Have a little patience, Tsubaki."
"If you're asking me to be his babysitter, then I absolutely refuse!"
As if sensing something ominous, Tsubaki immediately expressed her firm position.
Seeing that they were treating him like a child who needed to be looked after, Welf became embarrassed and angry!
"I don't need anyone looking after me!"
After saying that, he ran out.
Rayleigh watched his behavior, and the impression he had of that loyal, hard-boiled man became even blurrier.
Whether it was this Welf, or Loki Familia's Ais, Bete, the Hiryute sisters, and even Amid, Rayleigh's impression of them all came from the future.
But the more he interacted with them as they were now, the more real they became to him.
"For now, don't interfere with him too much. Saying he's already an adult isn't very convincing, but adventurers do need to learn how to take care of themselves. That part is true," Hephaestus said.
"I'm going to find Phobos. You all go handle your own matters too."
...
After seeing the goddess off, Rayleigh went to Dian Cecht Familia's clinic.
The bell on the door informed Amid, who was busy behind the counter, that someone had arrived.
She tidied up what she was working on and spoke to soothe the visitor before even lifting her head.
"Sorry, please wait just a moment."
Rayleigh watched her busily working and thought to himself that the patron god of Dian Cecht Familia was a black-hearted capitalist, and a miser on top of that, dumping so much work onto Amid.
"Thank you for waiting... Eh?"
After finishing her tasks, Amid lifted her face and looked at the person who had come.
The moment she saw clearly, her entire body suddenly stiffened.
She stared blankly at Rayleigh in front of her, her mind gradually waking up.
When she fully realized who it was, visible panic appeared on her face.
She hurriedly turned her back, nervously fixing her clothes and bangs, her cheeks flushed red.
"H-Hello. I didn't know it was you."
Amid greeted him softly, but her voice was very small.
Rayleigh smiled faintly.
"I'm here as a patient."
"A patient? Are you sick? Or injured?" Amid clenched her hands and asked worriedly.
"I'm not sick, and I'm not injured either. I was just... cursed a little."
'Eh?' Amid froze.
She looked at Rayleigh's relaxed face and, for a moment, could not tell whether he was joking with her.
Because this was a curse!
If someone had been cursed, who could possibly be this calm, even casual about it?
Seeing her look so adorably stunned, Rayleigh began explaining seriously.
"Actually, I was affected by some kind of magic item. Even though I have the Spirit Healing Development Ability, my Mind recovery speed has become abnormally slow. I can use healing magic to treat injuries, but curses are a little troublesome, so I came here."
Amid's eyes slowly widened.
Her mouth opened slightly, and then, without saying anything, she suddenly took his hand.
Rayleigh let her pull him into the treatment room without resisting at all.
"Are you serious? please take yourself more seriously! This is a curse we're talking about!" Amid said in a stern tone.
She was clearly a young girl, yet she gave off an extraordinary presence.
Because at this moment, she was a doctor.
"Please take off your clothes and sit here!"
Amid prepared a patient bed.
Rayleigh listened to her, nodded, and immediately started taking off his clothes. First his outerwear, then his undershirt, revealing firm, well-trained muscles.
Wait!
Amid instantly covered her bright-red face.
"W-Wait, Rayleigh! I meant change into the patient gown, not... take them off here. Um..."
Halfway through her sentence, the girl's voice grew smaller and smaller.
By the end, it was as thin as a mosquito's buzz.
And her fingers were spread apart, failing to cover her eyes at all.
Her eyes stared fixedly at Rayleigh's upper body without blinking.
"Oh, sorry."
Rayleigh apologized, then went behind the privacy curtain and changed into the patient gown.
By then, Amid had already taken out her staff, Dian Cecht.
It was a slender women's staff, pure white from top to bottom, and it gave off the same atmosphere as its owner.
"Please relax. I'm going to cast my magic now."
"Mm. I'll leave it to you."
Compared to the somewhat nervous Amid, Rayleigh looked much more confident.
Of course, that was only natural.
Because he understood very well what the girl before him was capable of.
Standing at one corner of Orario's three great cheat-level existences, Dea Saint Airmid Teasanare possessed the unique magic Dia Fratel, a high-level healing spell.
Not only could it heal wounds, restore stamina, and remove poison, it could even dispel curses.
While its effects were already absurdly powerful, this magic could also be separated and used individually.
For example, she could use only the wound-healing effect, or simply remove poison without triggering the other effects.
In that way, healing, detoxification, and curse removal could be used separately. It was similar to, yet different from, the magic of Nine Hell.
Its range, duration, number of targets, and level of effect were all on a completely different dimension from other healing magic.
Amid alone was enough to support the treatment and recovery of every ally across an entire battlefield during a floor boss subjugation.
She fully deserved the title of Dea Saint!
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