IICSYIRD l CH 43

Chapter 14

“Ugh… urgh…”

Marc Hunt twitched like a dying man, barely conscious and convulsing.

Schloitz let go of Mark’s head as if he were tossing aside trash.

“Take him away. He’s going to trial.”

The junior officers standing nearby quickly rushed in and dragged Marc Hunt off.

At the same time, the knights began cleaning up the area.

Only then did I finally look around. Raphael’s uniform was soaked in blood, and the other commanders weren’t in great shape either.

Well, of course—they’d just fought over thirty monsters out of nowhere.

Still, it was a relief that no one had died.

Are Schloitz’s Oparts still okay?

Since the monster subjugation was a sudden decision, I had temporarily given Schloitz new Oparts. I even placed a blessing on it.

And yet I’d been so distracted I hadn’t even looked his way.

To be honest, Schloitz checked everything, including my side, in the middle of all that chaos—he’s not even human.

Either way, I figured I should at least ask. I started walking toward him while he was talking with another commander.

Still, I couldn’t help but wonder—when did Schloitz see Marc grab me and throw me? Raphael was close by, sure, but Schloitz had been a fair distance away.

As I got closer, he suddenly turned to look at me.

I noticed blood splattered across his face.

It didn’t look like his own. Was it from when he shattered Marc Hunt’s jaw earlier?

“Sir Procyon.”

I tried to speak to Schloitz politely.

Then—

“Mmgh.”

Suddenly, something hot rose from deep in my stomach.

Reflexively, I covered my mouth with one hand. I coughed—and when I looked at my palm, it was covered in bright red blood.

At the same time, my head started spinning, and my vision went dark.

I felt strong arms catch me just before I collapsed, but I couldn’t look up to see who it was.

Then everything went black.

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“Blandae Lefevre,”
the military doctor said as he wiped sweat from his forehead,
“is going to be fine. It looks like her body was overwhelmed, and her insides flipped a bit from the shock. But more than that… it turns out the First Commander is surprisingly weak physically.”

“Weak?”
Schloitz frowned slightly.

“That can’t be. She ran just fine.”

This Blandae Lefevre had been diligent in training ever since she joined.

Somehow, she even wandered into the Commander-in-Chief’s personal training grounds.

She was running so intensely that when Schloitz had watched her out of curiosity, she didn’t stop for a single moment. It was kind of impressive. How could someone run all day like that?

And wasn’t she a princess of a great noble house?

“It’s a little complicated, Commander,” the doctor said. “To put it simply… Her physical body is like a castle built on sand. But she’s installed one incredibly sturdy pillar at the center. As long as nothing big happens, she’ll live just fine—but her body is fragile when it comes to external shocks or disasters.”

“What a metaphor.”

Schloitz clicked his tongue.

“Keep this to yourself. No need to spread rumors about the health of a Lefevre heir.”

“Yes, sir. Understood.”

“Anything else wrong with her?”

“No, nothing at all. She just needs to rest. Actually, among all the injuries we brought in today, she’s in the best shape.”

“And yet she coughed up blood… sounds pretty fragile to me.”

The doctor looked away, avoiding eye contact.

Well, thanks to her purification powers, people in certain professions—especially in the medical field—tended to treat Lefevre heirs like sacred beings.

That’s probably why the doctor was doing everything he could to care for Blandae Lefevre. Not just out of respect for her house, but because of who she was.

Some people, like Schloitz, only thought about the power and reputation of her family.

He stepped through the curtain and looked down at Blandae Lefevre, who was now asleep.

Even this normally gruff and indifferent doctor had tried to be thoughtful—he’d pulled a blanket over her. Though it had slid down to her waist by now.

There weren’t even any junior officers around to fix her blanket properly.

Raphael was still recovering, and Dios wasn’t much better.

Many had returned injured, and the infirmary was quite noisy.

Schloitz figured he should at least order someone to bring her food before he left.

As he leaned down to pull the blanket back up, he paused.

His eyes moved to her pale cheek. Her lips were colorless and cold.

What kind of family is the Lefevre that all their daughters are this weak?

Blandae Lefevre.

And Enrico Siedo too.

Schloitz pulled the blanket up to her neck, then stood up and left without looking back.