After agreeing to their commands, I picked up a bag of potions and went alongside the Knights. We rush towards the southern side of the town, particularly near the mountainous area.
"There's the Captain! Fortify the formation and replace the exhausted knights."
"Yes, Sir!"
"You. What's your name?", the knight then turned to me.
"Thane, Sir."
"Thane, you stay here. Tend to the knights if they need tending. Hey, some of you remain here and keep guard in case an enemy slips by."
The group then went to battle. It was quite small scale, yet it remains dangerous as demonic kind possess far more capacity in strength and magic. The stench of the smoke fills my nose, the burning grass was awful to smell and it makes me dizzy. Although the knights seems to be fine.
I tie a cloth on my lower face to act as a mask. Much of the smoke do come in the forge, so I prepare a makeshift mask to help myself.
"Are you the guy? Help! This guy got good! He needs a potion immediately!"
The first batch came, it was a pair of knights, one limping in pain while the other carries them to safety. Looking at their armor, it seems like their legs were torn by claws. I rummaged the bag and immediately handed them the potion. The knight took it and opened the vial, spreading its contents on the wound. The wound then stopped bleeding and closed itself up.
"Grngg, those demons are too swift! They don't seem like an ordinary kind."
"This isn't just some random skirmish. Darn it, thank the Queen for her intuition."
The two then rested up. Soon another group then followed, thankfully there were no fatal injuries since I do not know how much a potion can do on a lethal wound. Some are unable to fight and had to go back to camp, being that their weapons and armor are in need of replacement. However despite the number of people retreating, I do not see their Captain.
Speaking of missing person, I also do not see the Knight I encountered yesterday. The large knight that I bumped into. Surely, that person may be the Captain...I somehow don't feel like meeting him all of a sudden.
"Hey, you the errand guy?"
Recalling back to reality, my surroundings have darkened and the sun is suddenly shadowed upon. I look up to see a huge hunk of iron standing tall in front of me.
It's the guy from yesterday!?
"A-ah, yes. Do you need potions?"
I examine the large knight in front of me. Their chest armor is intact, while it does have a few scratches here and there it has prevented any fatal blow and is not in need of replacement. However, in the part of the limbs there does seems to be a few cracks and an opening that indicates wounds.
"No, keep the remaining potions for the next batch. I just need to rest briefly."
The knight coldly answered, or rather, it has a tone of stubbornness than disinterest. Still, I believe the wounds would hinder his movements. I am no doctor, but good condition is still better than barely wounded.
"Give me your hand. You can rest there while I apply some potion."
I learned some few tricks from the Knights. The potion boosts healing capability, but they said it was faster for specific wounds to heal if they were applied directly, internal injuries require chugging a vial of potion however. While the knights are resting, I volunteered to apply it myself, given if they are not able to reach some places.
"No, keep it for the others. It's not fatal and I can still move, it would be a waste of resources."
"I can't have that, sorry. Every fighters need to be in their best condition.", I answered back as I forcefully take his hand and applied the potion to their wounds.
"A-ack! Tch, you're quite an interesting person."
Yeah, yes I am. And other hundred weirdos would probably say the same as well. Not that I think he is a weird, but I can kind of assume that would be the case. Weirdos calling me interesting, I mean.
"If you're feeling the pain with just this much then don't try to hold it in."
His hands are quite rough, although I have to lay down his arm on my knee since it was kind of heavy. So this is the arms of a knight! It's kind of cool and manly. I wonder if I can have those too if I sign myself up.
After applying the potions on his arms I then turn to see if their legs have any wounds. His legs are wounded but not fatal, with this much they can still move, which explains how he is able to move. This guy's tenacity is serious.
"Are you fine with me applying potion on your legs?", I asked.
"I can do that by myself, thank you."
Yeah, figured. Even I wouldn't want a person to fiddle with my legs either. Giving a potion for him to use, I move at their back. The wound here seems to be larger, a sudden ambush behind I assume, but it's not deep. I opened a vial of potion and splashed it on their back. The guy's body flinched and shivered for a moment, much to my amusement, I let out a small giggle.
"Hehehe, so a tough guy like you even shiver like a cat."
"You got it wrong. Plus, it's cold, of course I'll feel it.", the knight retorted silently.
Well, I don't see any damage anymore. All prepped up. This kind of makes me proud of myself, honestly.
"Captain! Be careful! One of those imps--"
A shout from afar reached out ears and just after that an imp did appear to be going to our direction.
"That's an imp?!"
I can't help but shout in surprise. Contrary to what I've heard where imps are supposed to be fairly short demons, with a thin body and cunning, famed for their speedy attacks. What seems to be approaching us is far from the image that I have. It's body is fairly built, its claws are short, and their size is no more different than a normal human. All of that yet their famed speed remained truthful.
"I have to--tch"
The knight tried to get up from their sit, yet he flinched slightly and held their legs. I looked at the ground to see an unopened vial of potion.
"You didn't apply the potion?!"
I panicked. The imp in an instant, closed the distance to only a few meters between us. The knight was able to stand up, but it seems like it will be too late by the time he picks up his halberd.
My reflexes pulled me to find anything to throw at, yet my sense of expense kept me from throwing all of the potions at the imp. My hand then felt a familiar feel of smoothness of leather. The Necronomicon...
Body and spirit as one, pull those two apart and cause disturbance to their connection.
"Weaken.", I muttered.
I feel surging heat gathering at the tip of my fingers. I know what to do and I just need to follow. Smoke puffs out of my palm and I feel a string--no, chains in my touch. I grabbed a hold of those chains, and then pulled it. Like lightning, I see an ephemeral sight of chains tying itself to the imp, pulling it to the ground, yet the body continued to move until there was another imp coming out of its vessel, whose chains are obvious to see.
"It slowed down?!"
The imp's body did slow down, the further they were to its spirit the weaker their connection is to another. However, the chains are not strong enough to separate the two, at some point the chains would slowly get dragged, fixed at a certain distance.
The knight did not slow down in taking this opportunity, and struck down the imp in half with his halberd. As the imp falls down to the ground the chains tying down the imp dragged its spirit closer to me. From there on I did not know what would happen next. I grit my teeth as I brace for impact, but as the spirit collides to me, it simply got absorbed into my body.
"What was that...?", the knight muttered under his breath.
"Thankfully the imp slowed down. Now come here, I need to treat your legs."
I answered back. Due to what happened earlier, the knight did not have any particular reason to refuse and as much as he might hate, I had to fiddle with his legs.
In a instant, I hid the book out of his sights. However, I see a part of the Necronomicon glowed ever so slightly.