Chapter 181 – Chapter 174 – The New Order (9)

Potty’s rabbit ears quiver.
As if startled, its ears shot toward the ceiling.

“Kheuk… !”

And once again, as blood splattered from Potty’s mouth, its ears drooped toward the ground.

“Forties!”

Hernan, with Potty’s dark red blood dotted on his face, jumped up from his seat.
He hugged the hurriedly collapsing Potty and called for someone else.

“Marina!”

The saintess, who had been dazed for a moment at the unexpected sight, suddenly came to her senses at Hernán’s call, and her face became her face.

Hernan didn’t wait for the full-term pregnant woman to approach, and ran with Potty in his arms.

“Marina! Come on, check your Forty status!”

“Don’t lie down, sit in a chair. Seeing that the blood is black and sticky, if it gets into your airways, you will have trouble breathing.”

Despite Marina’s bewildered expression, she immediately started administering her first aid.

As she examined Potty’s condition, her elf’s disconcerting voice crossed her living room.

“Hey, what is this? Why do you suddenly vomit blood after using magic alone?”

Now that the role of protecting Marina was no longer needed, Silnia was expressing embarrassment on behalf of everyone else.

“Is analysis magic really this dangerous?”

Of course, there was no answer back.

“Coke! Whoa…”

Instead, only Potty’s pitiful groan as she tried to use the magic stone in her hand returned.

“Oh, magic… Recovery…”

A faint magical reaction light flickered in Wizard Potty’s hand.
However, Hernán immediately hit Poti’s hand and dropped his magic stone.

Seeing that, the elf was bewildered and asked Hernan a question.

“Hey, El! Can’t we just use magic? Potty knows how to use recovery magic!”

“No.”

“What? Why? Are you saying Potty shouldn’t use magic in this situation?”

“Recovery magic is magic that increases natural healing power.”

A longer explanation came through the mouth of a woman who approached slowly.

Hearing Sharpie’s voice, Hernan glanced at the dream horse.
She continued her speech, forcing her hand between her arms as she tried to climb her horn.

“In other words, it is more like accelerating the reaction or activity of the body. The problem is that during an injury or illness, suddenly activating the body can have the opposite effect.”

For simply broken bones and torn skin, recovery magic is more effective than any other means.
In fact, Hernan and Marina, who had injured their joints, benefited greatly from the Sharpie’s recovery magic.

However, if you use recovery magic in a situation where the exact cause is unknown, it will rather promote necrosis or cause excessive bleeding.

So it took Marina’s help with her medical knowledge to figure out exactly where the problem was.

“I’m not sure, but I don’t think it’s a digestive or respiratory problem. Apparently, something went wrong with the heart or blood vessels, and the reflux flowed through the esophagus… Ugh!”

Potty pricked up her ears again and vomited her blood on her saintess.
And she slumped again.

Marina said with a serious expression, wiping the blood off her face.

“Honestly, I don’t think medicine can cure the current condition.”

After hearing her words, doubts appeared on Silnia’s face.

“Then… ?”

This question was answered with quick action.

“Modify the right of wish. The content is Poti’s complete healing.”

Hernan held out Silnia’s wish ticket.

Fortunately, the elf didn’t bring up the question this time either.
Silnia corrected the contents of her wish book with a quick hand that only an elf could see, and handed it to Hernan.

“Here! Wish soon…”

“Use mine.”

However, on top of Silnia’s right of wish, which was handed out to Hernán, Sharpie’s right of wish was gently put down.

The wish ticket read, “Please do not let Potty get sick.”

“The contents are written.”

The demon king looked at Potty with an expressionless face.
The eyes, which were always full of emotions, were hard to know what emotions they were holding now.

“Save the queen’s right to wish. If something more urgent happens, you have to write it right away.”

“What? Now is the most urgent…”

“Quickly give permission.”

Hernán cut off Silnia’s absurd words and glared at Sharpie.

“Sylnia. Grant the Demon King’s wish right now.”

The woman who was called the Demon King instead of her name by the king of this place faintly trembled her eyelashes for a moment.
However, her trembling was overshadowed by Silnia’s urgent cry.

“Oh, I’m going crazy with a bitch I don’t even really like!”

Whilst verbally complaining about the current situation, Silnia hurriedly handed over the Sharpie’s right to wish to Hernán.

“Permission, permission! Next, you, the king, just have to pray!”

Hernán, now with his eyes half-closed, looked at Potty, who kept trying to fall from the chair.
He started praying for the rabbit, who was closer to death than anyone else here.

And there was no answer to that prayer.

* * *

“Did you pray?”

The first to speak was the Demon King.

“Originally, didn’t Hernan get a scary reaction even when he put his hands together? It seems like two or three minutes have passed now.”

To the bewildered demon king, Hernán replied briefly.

“I did it. Just like usual.”

Hernan tried to keep his composure, and he re-enacted the wish-making process he had been doing.

But still, empty space was just empty space.
There was no such thing as a black hole.

“Hernan! If this is the case, you should at least use recovery magic as a gamble!”

Unable to wait, the saintess patted Hernan on the side and spoke to her.

As she reflexively nodded at those words, she remembered an ominous possibility.

Is the demon trying to kill Potty?

At lunch, he recalled some of the excuses Potty had given the others to use magic.

‘Sah, actually, Goddess… No, what if the demon was playing a trick on Hernán’s head?’

Maybe what Potty said roughly was the truth.
And the demon god might have severely punished those who touched the prank.

“Fuck!”

On the other hand, Silnia went to the demon altar located in the living room as if the situation was frustrating.

“Hey! Why is there no response to the wish you promised?”

Being far from magic or medicine, she vented her anger on the altar, perhaps feeling frustrated.

“After all, he is not a trustworthy bastard!”

As Silnia’s foot struck the altar, her fragile altar shattered, flinging grass and twigs into the air.

And a black hole appeared between them.

“Uh… ?”

Everyone raised their heads at Silnia’s terrified voice.

“Sir, are you going to punish me for breaking the altar?”

Hernan clearly ignored the elf’s words.
She then put the magic stone she had handed to Sharpie back into her pocket and hurriedly took out her wish ticket.

“Drank!”

The pitch-black fire instantly burned the wishing sphere, and tentacles emitting black light protruded from the black hole.

The tentacle ran across Potty’s body in an unpredictable urgency, immediately wriggling wildly.

“Ugh!”

At the same time, Hernán felt a shock as if he had been hit in the head with a hammer.

The last time she used the Wish Kwon, she had already experienced an abnormal reaction, so she was mentally prepared to some extent.
Still, the sensations rumbling inside her skull confused her vision.

Even in the jumbled vision, Hernán focused on Potty.

“Haha! Ugh!”

Wizard Forty suddenly let out a loud moan, then opened his mouth once again.
It seems that he vomited his blood this time too, but there was a blue glow from his blood for a while.

“It’s a magical response.”

Sharpie’s murmur.
Certainly, it was the magic light that followed the reaction of magic power.

“Your breathing is stabilizing. It works.”

As Marina said, after spitting out the blood, Potty’s condition improved markedly.
After that, the magician vomited out a few more blood containing magical reactions, then took a deep breath.

“Ah…”

Potty closed his eyes as if tired.
Her black tentacles that surrounded her also receded as her situation calmed down.

The tentacles had no facial muscles or the ability to express emotions verbally.
However, Hernán suddenly read the feeling of being tired from the tentacles.

Hernán glared at the tentacle in the slowly recovering vision.

He read something more from the tentacle that returned to the hole it came out of.

The tentacle was briefly turning its attention to the sharpie.
It doesn’t have eyes, but it feels like looking at the devil.

“…”

Sharpie, by comparison, was not looking at the tentacles.
There was no emotion in her expression as she only looked at her land, so much so that her face itself could be compared to the tentacles without it.

“Why aren’t you going?”

Both the tentacles and Hernán’s concentration turned to Silnia, who muttered in a frightened voice.

“If I make all my wishes come true, I will go quickly…”

The Demon God’s tentacles approached the elf whose faith went back and forth.
Then, he picked up a bunch of fragments of the broken altar, that is, grass and twigs.

“What, what? Why are you coming to me?”

As Silnia muttered ominously, her tentacles came menacingly at her.

“Hey, Hernan! Hey, don’t you think this is a bit dangerous?”

Marina said quietly to Silnia, who was stepping back from her.

“Maybe it was because I broke the altar.”

“If that’s the case, I’ll have to get mad at you first!”

Silnia felt unjust at Marina’s comment, and she called a man who could make a wish to the demon.

“L! Will you just watch? I’ll make the altar again for you, so tell the demon to look at it!”

Hernán looked at Silnia, and she said involuntarily.

“Are you okay. It won’t do you any harm.”

Before he could finish his words, the tentacles quietly placed a bunch of grass and twigs on Silnia’s head and hands and withdrew.

“Really?”

Hernan was as surprised as Silnia, who had become a beggar, revealed her amazing emotions.

Just now, he clearly read the tentacle’s intentions.
But how?

“Let’s move the potty.”

The question was cut off by Sharpie’s quiet words.
She supported her forties, still with an emotionless face.

The hare, who had already passed out, stood up with his bloody body leaning on the sharpie.

“Now… Won’t you take a break?”

Sharpie spoke and met Hernán’s eyes.

What Hernán could read in those heart eyes that erased her emotions was melancholy.
Hernán took his eyes off the gloomy love and looked at the ceiling.

The tentacles had already entered the hole, and the hole was rapidly shrinking.

Now this place has become a space for mortals again.

“Let’s go. I’m sorry, but the saintess please follow me, and Silnia clean up here.”

Hernan received Potty from Sharpie and headed to Potty’s room.
Hernán turned his head towards Sharpie who followed him.

“You don’t come in.”

No jokes, no affectionate words.

“Sylnia is helping.”

“… Huh.”

The gazes of the dreamer and the man diverged.
And the elf caught the man’s gaze.

“Can I get you a towel?”

Seeing Silnia approaching while shaking off the grass and twigs on her body, Hernán said in her voice that was at least relaxed.

“It’s fine if you do. And you clean up too.”

“That bastard who drank… No, that god must have come from destroying the altar! It’s because I’m narrow-minded!”

“Sylnia.”

Hernan paused for a moment.

“The altar seems to like big things.”

“Who?”

Silnia asked with a blank face.
The only man who could deliver a wish to the demon god said as he moved his steps again.

“That bastard who drank.”

“Uh…”

The elf was still in a daze watching Hernán repeat the swearing he had just said.
She hurriedly moved only after Hernan and Marina disappeared into Potty’s room.

“Hey! Is what Hernan said true? That the demon god likes big altars?”

The dream horse was sitting in Potty’s chair, mangled in her blood.
Shafikara opened her mouth as she saw the queen hurriedly talking.

“Let’s make the new altar gorgeous. To cover up this messy New Order.”

“What are you saying all of a sudden?”

The demon king finally smiled and wiped his eyes with his fingers.

“Leave it to Karine. It will definitely make it look great.”