"Hold on a second...! Are we not going to acknowledge the fact that a barely sixteen years old first prince is able to use a teleport spell multiple times in a row!? Am I the only person who knows how much mana is needed for that?!"
A young gold-haired woman asked in agitation, but she was completely ignored by the others.
The rest of the medics had already surrounded the patient.
When they cut open his vest and shirt with a wind spell and managed to peel it off by using a water spell to soften the coagulating blood, one of them, an elderly blue-haired woman, clicked her tongue...
"Ugh, it's as if they hired that bastard Zorus to torment this child! I still remember those poor people from the southern border..."
The old woman shivered and focused back on the treatment - as the most experienced one she was responsible for the most crucial part of the treatment...
"Really? Really?! Are we ignoring the most talented light magician in the history of the kingdom!?"
