I must have passed out after things calmed down, and now it's night.

No, wait, I burned out my eyes.

Congrats, Leona, you idiot.

It doesn't have to be dark, I'm only blind.

And itching. Shit.

My senses come to life, the first being my pain receptors and oh Gods, I was better off unconscious.

The same as last time, every inch of my body hurts.

This didn't happen after the short brawl and running with Mabel, even though we slept outdoors.

So is it because of the Auto Battle or Alex's body can only relax outdoors?

The System pushing her body to its limits sure took its toll on me.

She's eerie quiet too, did I burn it out after firing that powerful laser thing?

No, the last I remember is arguing about useless skills I couldn't use. Not that I wanted to.

Crafting while beat up and blind makes no sense anyway, and the other choices were even worse. And why didn't I level up again after fighting the First Bride?

That was one epic clusterfuck, but the System only ever gives me Exp when it feels like it. Hey, you better wake up and tell me where I am. No, wait, what's more important, where's Mabel?

I teleported her into safety, well, okay, the System did, but then she remained there hanging. And who was that other, um, Berta?

Yeah, the Orc witch passed out too.

It's odd. The First Bride didn't kill us both after I lost my sight.

Even if I injured her, she must have seen that I could no longer aim.

But then, I fired powerful invisible lasers that must have also dealt with at least one gargoyle.

Who in their right mind would have stuck around to see what happens? I sure wouldn't.

Feeling around myself in the dark, it doesn't seem like I'm still outdoors.

There's hardened earth underneath me and straw. So that's why I'm itching. The beds in this world are abysmal.

Could it be the reason that I'm hurting? Who put me into a bed and where?

My otherwise sharp ears don't pick up any cues, though I'm sure someone else is snoring nearby.

I'm not restrained, and I can feel my clothes too, the only difference is that someone put bandages over my eyes.

Peeling them off, I see some light, so it's not the night after all.

Wait a second. I see.

I can see some blurred shapes and something that could pass as a window or a doorframe.

Oh, thank God. If the First Bride didn't kill me, Alexandra would after finding out I blinded her.

It's not like I know much about her. As the others expected me to act, she didn't strike me as nice and patient. And it's still pretty bad.

No matter how much I strain her hazel eyes I can't make out my surroundings. Something casts a shadow over me.

A rough green hand slaps away mine without warning and readjusts the bandages to cover my eyes. Ouch, way to start the day.

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"Don't strain them." He groans, a familiar male voice, but I don't have a name for it.

He must be an Orc, but he doesn't seem that big or scary. For sure he's not the Standard Bearer.

"Where am I?" It couldn't hurt to ask if they treated me, they must be friendly.

"Back in the Thirteenth Battalion's camp, Your Grace." He notes, and I can't discern his voice.

Did he slap my hand away like I'm a stupid child and then call me Grace?

"You caused quite a stir."

"W-what? Why? And where's Mabel?"

"She's fine." He answers, and I let out a sigh.

"Unlike you and Omerta, she's unscratched."

Oh, right, that other Orc was Omerta, not Berta. So they found her too.

I have a few questions, but so does my host. I can see his shadow circling me even through the bandages.

"So what happened with your eyes, Goddess? It would help if I knew how to treat them."

"I was a bit reckless with a spell and fired strong beams of light through them."

There's no reason to lie if he wants to help, but I try to keep it simple.

"It felt like they melted."

"As I thought." He scoffs, and I hear some clattering as he goes to work on something.

"The Spirits did their best but it'll take some time to recover. I'll whip up a potion to speed it along, but you should keep that cloth over it for another day."

Another? How long have I been unconscious?

And did he say Spirits? He must be the Orc Shaman.

What was his name, I heard Charlotte mention during our first encounter.

I want to ask many things, but the System finally comes to life, flooding my mind with useless information.

They're crafting related of all things. Is this how he activates the skills?

It's rather headache-inducing as if I weren't hurt all over already. It must show as I wriggle my body because the Shaman returns with something that smells strange.

He pours some of it over the bandage and as the fabric gets soaked the burning feeling in my eyes subsides. He grabs my chin and opens my mouth next, making me drink the rest of the potion.

He's rough, a sharp contrast after calling me by those respectful titles. Still, with all the info flooding my brain, I can't even protest. I hear a door open, and heavy steps approach us.

"Did she wake up, Gitaut?" That has to be Charlotte's voice. She doesn't sound mad, so that's a plus. But who did she say to get out? I hear no answer, but the shadow seems to nod.

Another shape covers the light from me, and from the sounds, it seems like the Orc Chieftain dropped to her knees. What is going on? I want to see it.

"Please forgive us, Your Grace, for questioning and threatening you." Oh, here we go again.