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CHAPTER 116
289 AC
POV Mander Flant
We had come to support Lord Glover with a force of 2000 soldiers on Lord Stark's orders. The battle was over when we arrived, and they had won thanks to that commoner knight's plans. I have no idea what's wrong with Jory and Hallis. How could two noblemen let a commoner take the reins, and this boy was a warg if one could believe it? If he is a warg, he must be coming from wildling blood.
Ironborns, who carried out a second attack with nearly 2,000 soldiers after we came here, caused us to lose about 300 soldiers and injured more than 400, but we were able to push them back. I turned to Wyland and said:
"Do you hear what the soldiers who served in the previous battle are saying? They dare compare me to that poor commoner knight! They say we wouldn't have lost so many soldiers if he were here. It was beginner's luck that helped him. How dare they compare me to him. Should I punish them?"
Wyland looked me in the eye, and after a deep sigh, he said.
"Father, do you want honest counsel or flattering words?"
I was very surprised by what he said. Wyland was so much different since his defeat at the hand of that cursed child.
"I want honest counsel."
"Then excuse me for my crass words. Father, you were never stupid, but why are you acting like a fool? You were never a warrior. You always used Uncle as the commander of your warriors while you worked at ruling the town and our holdfast. You were never a warrior but rather than sending uncle at the helm of this force, you came yourself, and this is your first battle too. You used brute force to win the battle and didn't listen to our counsel. Of course, we lost a lot of men."
He approached me, sat on the stool in front of me, and continued talking.
"As for Ser Drasil, stop calling him 'the child' or 'commoner knight' in front of other people. Can't you see he is becoming a hero to the people of the North? We still get words that he saved almost all the coastal villages and towns from the Ironborn raids. Yes, he is a warg. Most nobles and commoners living in the upper regions of the North have ire against them because we associate them with wildlings, but most commoners in the other parts of the North think of him as someone blessed by the Old Gods. In this war, he is the one that has contributed the most, and the war isn't even over. Why can't you see this? After the war, he is going to become the biggest hero of the North."
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"You can't expect me to grovel in front of that commoner!"
"I do not. Do you see me groveling in front of him? No! But I do not openly insult him either. In a few years, even Greatjon Umber won't be able to stand in front of him, and you keep insulting someone like that. That is not smart, Father, and he is a knight now. What are you going to do if he challenges you to a duel because you insulted him? You won't be able to take three hits from him. Just act like he is any other knight and respect his martial prowess."
Just at this moment, one of the soldiers burst into the room in panic.
"My lord, you have to come out and see this."
"Are we under attack?"
"I don't think so, but you won't believe me if I said what was happening. My lord, you have to see this with your own eyes."
Wyland and I immediately followed the soldier, and as he said, we would never have believed it if we hadn't seen it. Jory and Hallis came running as well and stood with us with their mouths open. We could see him more clearly when this man came close to the shore. Jory said:
"Doesn't that shadowcat looks like Aermir's cat?"
Hallis said:
"It might not be."
"How many giant shadowcats do you know? I think the man is Druid Emrys. He fits the depiction of him."
"Hello, fellow Northmen. I have come to help in the name of old gods."
Gathering all my courage, I approached the man who had come down from the giant cat and saluted us. I asked.
"Sir, Are you Druid Emrys?"
"Yes, I am. I have come to help the wounded."
"Sir, where are you coming from?"
"Bear Island."
Everyone was in shock, and we couldn't say anything else, so he continued.
"I was defending Bear Island against an ironborn raid, I would have come sooner, but I got hurt while fighting and had to recuperate. Thanks to a kind warg, he left his bond to protect me while I was resting. Because my mount died at the battle, he was kind enough to allow me to use his bond."
Hearing this, Jory asked:
"Sir, do you know the name of that warg?"
"Oh, yes, his name was Aermir."
"So, this is Sith."
"Yes, it is his bond."
Hallis said,
"I didn't know she was this magical. So, she can walk on water."
"Oh, no, it was not her doing. I cast a spell on her and allowed her to walk on water. This way, we were able to come here under an hour. If you know the warg of her, then I would like to leave her in your care. He told me to leave her near the coastal village, but I would feel better leaving her with you if you are friends with him."
"Where is Aermir?"
"Last I saw, he was still in Bear Island chasing after the fleeing Ironborns. He must be still there."
POV MC
"Please take me to the wounded; I would like to heal them."
Mander Flant was squirming in front of me, not knowing how to act. Seeing this, I was right about coming here like this. If I had entered the village walking, he would have acted all arrogant.
They immediately took me to the place where the wounded were, and without wasting time, I healed the gravely wounded ones. When they saw the Wildfire spirit, they all retreated in fear. That's all I could do for the life-threatening ones; I closed their wounds, but they could still lose their lives because of infection or depletion of life energy. If the Old Gods were real, then their fate was in their hands. As I leveled up, my knowledge of mana and spells deepened, and now I could understand why a weak healing spell worked when cast repeatedly, but the patient still died.
If the healing spell was weak, it couldn't support the body when used repeatedly. The patient was dying of organ failure. If the magic was strong enough, the body would not consume itself to heal, as it also provided energy to the body. I could cast the spell again if they didn't die in the next few days when their bodies recovered the lost energy.
This was not efficient enough. To heal 20 men, I had spent all of my mana. So, to fix this, I had to use one of my new rituals. As a level 4 druid, I was now able to create bestowal rituals that could use my buffs and healing spells as the base, I could use this ritual five times a day, and it would affect 20 people. This way, in a day, I could heal 100 men.