"Bring me more bandage, Seth."
"Yes, master!"
"Give me the bottle with the herb tincture."
"Right away, master!"
Arianell was in the provisional infirmary for a whole day, looking after the injured soldiers. To say they were badly hurt would be an exaggeration as they sustained minor scratches at most. But everyone lined up to get a proper treatment.
It's not an everyday opportunity to see the almighty master magician running around like a maid, listening to every order of someone else.
After checking on Vincent, who woke up after a few hours feeling confused, Arianell was feeling restless. She ordered him to lie down and rest, but she couldn't shake off the feeling of responsibility. To avert her mind, she set up the emergency tent where soldiers could visit for a quick check-up.
