Rehabilitation Therapist for the Broken Warrior – Chapter 98

“What’s with the spatial density here? Where’s Hop?”

Suddenly, Keineu appeared in front of Hop and Serin.

Unexpected events were happening one after another, but Serin’s judgment was always accurate and quick.

“Here… I am.”

“Huh?”

Although it was Serin’s first time meeting Keineu, she immediately called out to him, who was looking for Hop, and he noticed Hop lying on the ground…

“What is this? It’s like a rag. We need to get him to a place where he can be fixed.”

“Can he be fixed?”

“We can. Did you manage to protect this disciple of mine?”

“….”

At the question about whether she had protected him, Serin lowered her head.

“Should I say I managed to keep him safe…”

“Don’t hang your head. As long as he’s breathing, it’s correct to say you protected him. Since he’s still breathing, I know someone who can save him, so don’t worry.”

After giving light encouragement to the self-reproachful Serin, Keineu focused his mind.

“S-Sensei…”

And then Hop called out to Keineu.

“Don’t say anything. I’ll take you straight to Hanamana.”

“Before that… can’t we do something about that?”

Hop pointed a finger at the sky.

Above, shields were scattered, and fireballs were falling.

Seeing the flames that were about to unleash hell on the ground, Keineu’s pupils widened in an instant.

“What? Isn’t this the Kingdom Capital? Why is something like that falling here?”

“Don’t panic, just hurry up and…”

“Fine, got it. Just wait a second. Hold the space steady or don’t lose consciousness.”

“Yes, Sensei.”

“Ugh…”

Keineu took a moment to catch his breath.

“Soldiers of the kingdom, listen up! I am Keineu Mei Volt of the Fairy Kingdom Britena!”

“?”

“?”

Shouting loudly to declare his identity, Keineu captured the attention of the soldiers.

With his loud proclamation, the soldiers who had been chanting spells or praying all turned their gazes toward Keineu.

“Everyone, lower the shields! I’ll handle that!”

Keineu shouted to lower the shields.

But for some reason, the soldiers were just looking back and forth between Keineu and each other, confused by the situation.

“Commander! I’ll take responsibility, so give orders quickly!”

As things weren’t going as he wished, Keineu insisted to the commanding officer.

This time, the commanders surprisingly followed Keineu’s orders without hesitation.

“Everyone, lower the shields!”

Once the commander issued the order, they finally lowered the shields.

“Normalizing spatial density.”

Quickly, Keineu released the spatial magic restrictions that Mirae had set up, then—

“Deploying large-scale spatial severance barrier.”

He concentrated and expanded a large spatial barrier in the sky.

The sounds beyond the barrier were cut off as dozens of fireballs quietly fell.

Each one broke as they hit the severed space, scattering red flames in the sky before disappearing.

The eyes of the soldiers watching that sight widened, and once all the flames disappeared, they began to cheer in joy.

“Was it Keineu… you said?”

Then, a commander approached the three.

Disregarding the commander calling his name, Keineu immediately knelt beside Hop, who lay on the ground.

“Let’s move immediately. Is there a Magic Tower here?”

“Y-yes…”

“His condition is serious. Don’t answer me, just share the coordinates to the spatial realm. We’ll go straight to Hanamana using that Space Movement Array over there. And you.”

Giving orders to Hop, Keineu then called for Serin without delay.

“Yes?”

“First, explain the situation to the commander here. And after checking on him, I’m coming to listen to that explanation too, so understand that. Got it?”

“Understood.”

Since Hop’s condition was serious, the situation was urgent.

Carefully receiving Hop from Serin, Keineu said,

“Drawing Simplified Space Movement Array, activating.”

Then he used space movement and disappeared somewhere.

***

“Hey, Hanamana.”

“Whoa!!”

Caught up in her thoughts looking through the healing spellbook, Hanamana was startled by the unexpected call and turned towards the source of the sound.

“Kei? How did you know to come here?”

“….”

Keineu, who couldn’t confess that he had marked her, wasn’t thinking about that right now. He had much more important matters to address.

“Can you heal this?”

“Heal? Is someone injured… Aah!!”

Seeing Hop, who was strangely mutilated with only organs remaining, Hanamana gasped in shock.

Having sustained severe injuries and gone through two space movements, Hop had already lost consciousness.

Although startled, Hanamana quickly composed herself and began to assess Hop’s condition.

“It looks like part of his body has been neatly removed without any wounds or damage… He’s been affected by destruction or a high-level dark magic. What on earth was that senior fighting? I didn’t know such demons still existed!”

“I don’t know either. We rushed him here. Can you fix him?”

“He’s still alive, so I can manage somehow. Let’s do it right away. Kei, isolate the magic.”

“Got it.”

According to Hanamana’s instruction, Keineu stepped back a bit, isolating the two from each other in a separate space.

This was a measure to enhance the efficiency of the healing magic by preventing any magic from leaking out.

Hanamana knelt by the collapsed Hop as if praying, joining her hands and closing her eyes.

“O creator, lord of all beings,

I seek your strength on behalf of your creation.”

As Hanamana began the incantation, the surroundings filled with a golden light of divine magic, and a magic circle spread along the walls of the isolated space, illuminating the patterns of the creator and various divine symbols that surrounded Hanamana and Hop.

“Believing that all grace, mercy, and life come from you,


Even though that grace already covers the earth, mountains, and seas, I ask for it once more.


For this creation before my eyes, broken and far from your image,


I wish to recreate it in your likeness once more,


Please send your mercy like spring rain falling on a barren desert to save your creation.”

“Hesed Rab Yehase.”

(Enveloping wide grace of God.)

As the incantation ended, massive amounts of holy magic flowed from Hanamana. This magic swelled and spread in all directions, before finally turning into snowflake-like light and falling upon Hop’s body.

What Hanamana cast was one of the highest-ranking divine spells that corresponded to destruction, a power akin to recreating lost parts.

Since the end of the war, Hanamana had been steadily accumulating holy attribute magic as a cleric, using about 30% of it for this grand spell.

Had it not been for Keineu’s spatial barrier blocking the flow of internal and external magic, allowing all magical rain to fall directly onto Hop, Hanamana would have had to use nearly 40% of her magic power.

As the restoration of Hop finished, Keineu released the spatial isolation.

– Thud.

Catching Hanamana, who had fallen forward after finishing her prayer.

“Good job, Hanamana.”

The golden pieces of residual magic from the grand spell that were still left on Hanamana’s body scattered and evaporated into the air.

“Ha… is he… safe?”

With her whole body drained of energy, Hanamana leaned against Keineu, taking large breaths.

Seeing Hop’s chest rising and falling, Keineu nodded towards Hanamana as if to assure her.

“It seems so.”

“Thank goodness, then….”

Hearing Keineu’s reply, Hanamana seemed relieved, closing her eyes and going limp.

“Kei, could you lay me on a bed?”

With a tired expression, Hanamana looked up at Keineu, managing a weak smile.

“……!”

Facing that sight, Keineu felt an overwhelming flutter in his heart.

It was understandable since,

‘Have I heard casual speech from her… for the first time in 50 years?’

After being appointed as chieftain at around 150 years of age, it was the first time he was addressed casually by Hanamana.

Moreover, hearing such casual speech after 50 years… ‘Could you lay me on a bed?’

With his heart racing from excitement, Keineu, though young, was still the king of the elves.

He remembered not to indulge in personal feelings now, gently cradling Hanamana and laying her down on the bed in the room.

“Hanamana, can I leave this as is?”

“This? Ah, please don’t disturb it, just keep an eye on it. I need to rest…”

Before she could finish, Hanamana fell asleep.

Healing magic literally involves sharing life, requiring not just magic power but also enormous stamina.

Unfairly in this world, fixing things is hundreds… no, thousands times more difficult than breaking them.

While elemental or dark magic can easily lead someone to death with a simple incantation, no matter how powerful divine magic is, it cannot resurrect a dead person, and saving someone on the verge of death requires someone like Hanamana at an incredible cost.

As he watched over the unconscious Hop and Hanamana, Keineu fell into thought.

‘The spell that my disciple was hit with, and the rain of destruction I just saw… It’s odd for demons capable of using such magics to appear in the capital of the kingdom, especially when there’s no gate open… What’s going on? I really want to return to the kingdom and ask that woman to confirm things…’

However, leaving Hanamana and Hop alone was out of the question.

In the end, until dawn deepened, Keineu could not sleep.

All he could do was wait for the two to wake up safely as morning broke.