"We are here already." The man holding me suddenly talks once more, and sure enough, once I manage to open my left eye, I see that we have entered the frontline of battle defense. The staff behind the defense line is full of injured soldiers, all receiving as much healing as possible from the mansion's medics, but the load is too much for them to keep up.
Soon enough, the man simply looked for an available medic, which didn't seem available until he started mentioning my name, quickly getting the attention of a few medics who knew me. "What happened to her? Her body is in critical condition; I don't even know if first aid healing will be enough; this calls for emergency services."
The medic now taking care of me doesn't give me high hopes of making it out alive as they start a complete heal spell, which I'm sure is not what they were supposed to do for everyone. "I'm the source of all power; hear my prayers and heal my target with the power of water. Svita Heal."
A rushing warmth soon invades my body as the medic's hands glow an attractive blue color. I can feel how my body is slowly changing from a wildly fucked up state to a better, less one. My arm wounds slowly close, as well as the ones in my thighs, yet the medic suddenly stops midway.
"What? My spell suddenly stopped?" The medic says as he quickly removes a bottle of liquid from his robes. "I must have run out of MP; damn it, this is my last bottle." The medic doesn't even hesitate for a second as he drinks the bottle and restarts the healing process.
"Thank you." I can finally talk again after a couple of minutes of healing, which seems to surprise the medic, who kindly dismisses my thanks. "It's nothing, I'm just doing my job." The medic says as he continues to apply healing magic on me, almost about to remove every single injury I had like it never even happened.
If only healing were that easy or quick back in the world I come from. Usually, wounds like mine would take entire months to heal up after a good surgeon closes the wounds with stitches and whatnot. I guess the ability to do everything through magic has kept these people in the dark ages of modernization.
I mean, Why would you invent a gun when there are already city-destroying spells? Why would you invent a car when you can just pay a fee and teleport anywhere? Why would modern medicine ever be developed if you can cure bad wounds like mine in a few minutes with a good healing spell? You just wouldn't feel the need to change.
"Alrighty, you should feel better now. I will return to look out for the others. Take care." The medic doesn't even say a proper goodbye before he runs off to heal more soldiers along with the others like him, and I just can't help but feel bad.
Was it fair that I get special treatment while these loyal, brave men get less than me? I didn't feel so good about it at the end; perhaps I could help out if I had any MP left, which I doubted, thanks to the whole ray of death spell I used. There is only one way to find out "APPRAISAL!"
[Generating Appraisal]
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{RULER'S AUTHORITY APPRAISAL}
Witch Child {Rank 1}
[Witch]
Name: Yoimiya
Age: 8
Level: 15
HP: 2,000/20,000
MP: 1,000/15,000
SP: 2,000/20,000 [Limi] {Denied}
Stamina: 1000/7,000
Strength: 1,200
Damage Output: [SS-tier] [Holy title holder boost]
Defense: 0
Speed: 500 units left
Skills: Appraisal {Level 7}, LMSH {Level 3}, Pain mitigation {Level 4}, Dark blade and shield {Level 1}, Full counter {Level 1}, {Unique skill} Divine judgement blades {Level 1}, {Unique skill} Hope rejuvenate {Level 1}
Titles: {Ruler of Hope} {Ruler of Temperance} {Dark lord}
Information: Witch prodigy Yoimiya, also known as 'that overpowered kid,' is the current sole ruler of two holy titles. It is also now known to the system that they come from another land as a reincarnation. The country of origin is, therefore, not the Witch Nation but Germany. In terms of battle power, this opponent is bound to give you trouble, as her multiple broken skills will make it hard for you to hit them. Their danger level is SS.
Oh, man, I'm not any better than one of those soldiers with such a low level of MP. Looking at it positively, I am back to my previous power level before I fought lord Auri, but I'm not sure it's all good and perfect. Now, what do I do? I ask myself.
Do I just hide inside the mansion and let these brave people fight for us until it's over? No, I will not be able to sleep and rest well if I ditch them like that, but at the same time, without MP and a body that is not in its best shape, what good am I?
At least I saved all those people who are now joining the defense line, but is that all I could do? Man, I truly am a pathetic loser. I guess I have to admit where my limits are, and it seems like I've reached mine, so, yeah, I should just walk back to my room and rest for a bit.
I have high hopes for these guys to be able to fight off the monsters for the remaining amount of time. I just hoped I could be of more help, you know? [We need to chat] The world suddenly halts as if time has completely stopped for a second, and just when I look up, I see a strange rectangular thing floating mid-air.
"I've been watching you since you acquired a holy title." The little floating device talks almost as if it could somehow speak, but I do not see anyone around, so I guess the voice is coming from the little device.
"Yeah? And you are?" I ask right back, still confused but clearly thinking this must be the demon with one of his tricks until I hear a clear response from the floating thing.
"I'm the current ruler of this world, and as of today, you're my new amusement toy." The voice speaks in such a tone I can feel a heavy weight being suddenly dropped on my chest as if somebody had punched me really hard.
"If this is another one of your tricks, demon, then I'll let you know that I don't give a shit about what you want! You hear me!?" My answer seemed to catch whoever was talking to me with the help of the medium device, but when they answered, I only got more confused.
"Oh, oh! Feisty! I like that a lot, tell you what. You've been pretty entertaining to watch, so my deal is straightforward. Keep putting up a good show for me so that you might retain your freedom." The voice sounds dead serious as soon as they drop their threat toward me, and for whatever reason, I can't even respond to them anymore.
"How about I give you some MP?" The voice says, and right after, I can talk again.
"Fuck you! Like I would ever need the help of an evil piece of shit like you! You can take whatever form you like and run all you want, but I'm coming for your head!"
"Alright then, your choice. Just keep putting up a good show for me, and also, you don't know how lucky you are since I let you talk to me this way."
Geez, man, just how desperate was that damn demon to get me to surrender my given powers? At some point, you have to congratulate the man for their efforts, like, geez.