She had carefully checked the corns and watched them ripen slowly. How could this happen?
Could it be that Morty had secretly used some special potion or magic behind her back?
No, it was impossible. She had been guarding the field this whole time, so Morty had no chance to play tricks!
But what was going on just now?
Leona only felt her mind go into a mess. She stood rooted to the ground, not knowing what to do.
Meanwhile, Morty, who had escaped death, also let out a long sigh of relief. He turned around and looked at the girl on the ground. She was wearing a purple robe and a wide-brimmed hat, which looked very much like a mage in the movies. Most importantly, he had clearly seen her riding on a broom.
However, Morty did not understand why she would suddenly appear and attack him.
No, he had heard the young girl shout for him to dodge. In other words, she did not want to hurt him.
Looking at the girl's pale face, Morty sighed and went forward to pick her up by the waist.
No matter what the other party's goal was, he should save them first.
After bringing the girl back to his room, Morty ordered the maid to bring the medicine box up. He originally wanted the maid to help apply the medicine, but when he saw the girl's beautiful face and her long, fair legs that were exposed from her robe, a hint of restlessness appeared in Morty's heart. He took the medicine from the maid.
"Let me do it."
The maid didn't ask any questions. After handing the potion to Morty, she turned around and left. She even closed the door behind her.
Only Morty and the girl were left in the room.
Squeezing the potion in his palm, Morty gently helped the girl up. The girl's injuries were mainly on her arms and legs, and most of them were bruises. As for her coma, she probably hit her head, which was not easy to deal with.
He checked the girl's head. The back of her head was a little swollen, but fortunately, there was no bleeding.
Morty heaved a sigh of relief and began to apply medicine to the girl.
The first was her slender arms. The joints of her arms were covered in bruises. Morty applied the ointment evenly. The girl's skin was very fair and smooth, like a baby's. He could even see the green vessel on her skin.
After wiping her arm, Morty began to treat the girl's leg injury.
Gently lifting the girl's loose robe, he was immediately greeted by the sight of the girl's white and straight long legs. There were also bruises on her knees.
He applied the medicine to his palm and carefully covered the wound on her knee. The unconscious girl seemed to have felt his touch. Her body trembled slightly, and she let out a low groan. Her right leg curled up slightly.
However, it was this movement that lifted half of her already loose robe. There was almost nothing covering her lower body. When Morty, who was applying medicine, glanced slightly upward, his eyes widened.
From his angle, he could clearly see the purple underwear between the girl's legs, tightly wrapping that mysterious area. Her round and fair thighs were even more unobstructed.
With just one glance, Morty couldn't help but have a reaction. He swallowed his saliva and lowered his head as he applied the ointment for her.
Soon, the injury on her knee was treated. Morty looked up and noticed that the girl's buttocks were a little red and swollen. He hesitated for a moment and gently turned the girl's body over. "I'm just applying medicine for you. Don't misunderstand, don't misunderstand…"
As he spoke, he lifted the hem of the girl's robe, exposing the girl's white back and slightly red buttocks.
Morty swallowed his saliva and poured some ointment on his palm. After applying it evenly, his large hand slowly covered the girl's plump buttocks.
"Yes~"
The unconscious girl groaned softly, tugging at Morty's heartstrings. He could not help but be a little bolder.
His large hand began to play with her soft buttocks. The flesh of her buttocks was exposed through the gaps of his fingers.
As he moved, the girl's originally narrow underwear parted slightly. Morty could even see the pink crease between the girl's cheeks.
He couldn't help but reach out his hand, his fingers gently brushing across the pink creases.
The girl's body trembled slightly, and goosebumps appeared on her skin. She slowly opened her eyes.
Looking around, the girl's eyes were filled with apprehension and confusion. In the next second, the coldness from her lower body and the ticklish feeling from her butt made her focus. She turned her head to look.
"Ah!"
PA!
Before Morty could react, he felt a sharp pain on his cheek. Then, his entire body was flipped over. A black shadow pounced on him, and then pink fists rained down on him.
"Stinking hooligan! Stinky hooligan!"
Morty was stunned. He quickly covered his head and shouted, "I'm not a hooligan, I'm not..."
"If it's not you, then why are you touching my butt?!"
Taking advantage of the girl's pause, Morty straightened his back and flipped the girl over. Then, he quickly stood up and hid to the side, quickly explaining, "Your butt is injured. I'm applying ointment for you—"
"Bullsh*t!"
The girl fell to the ground, her face red. The numbness from her butt made her even angrier. She suddenly straightened up and pointed at Morty's head. "Fireball!"
Pew—
As the heat wave hit, Morty's eyes widened. He saw the girl's fingertips flash with red light, and then a fireball appeared out of thin air. The scorching temperature made him realize that this was not an illusion.
"Magic?!" Morty exclaimed. Although he already knew that this was a world with magic, this fireball was the first magic he had seen so far.
"Stinky hooligan, take this!" The girl shouted and the fireball shot out from her sight, heading straight for Morty.
Morty hurriedly dodged. The fireball did not hit him, but it blew a big hole in the room's door, and the edges of the wood were charred black.
Morty was secretly shocked at the big hole in the solid wood door. If that attack hit him, wouldn't he be roasted on the outside and tender on the inside?
Seeing that the girl was about to attack again, Morty hurriedly raised his hand. "Stop! Stop for a moment!"
"What?" The girl glared at him, and the fireball in her hand was ready. "If you have any last words, say them quickly!"
Morty hurriedly pointed at the medicine box on the bed and raised his hand, which was covered in ointment. "Look for yourself. I'm really applying medicine for you."
He gestured for the girl to look at her legs as he spoke. "You suddenly fell from the sky. I was afraid that you would die, so I kindly brought you back to apply medicine!"
The girl felt a cool sensation on her knees and arms. She lifted her clothes and saw that it was just as Morty had said. There was a bruise on her knees and some ointment was applied to her skin.
Blushing, the girl dispersed the fireball and lowered her head, muttering softly, "S-Sorry…"
"You should indeed say sorry." Morty heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he spoke quickly. Otherwise, he might have died here today.
Looking at the girl who lowered her head like a child who had made a mistake, Morty did not have the mood to find trouble with her. He sat by the bed and questioned, "Who are you? How did you fall from the sky?"
The girl blushed even more when she heard that. She tapped the ground with her toes and stammered, "My name is Rebecca Violet. I'm a mage. I was experimenting with magic when the fireball went out of control. As for why I fell from the sky…"
The girl raised her head, her eyes filled with confusion.
"I'm not sure either. I was just busy chasing after the fireball. I think… I think a few corns flew toward me, and then I don't remember anything…"