"My lord, there is a pitiful fellow here."
"I see him." Muria looked at the robust man lying in the bushes, his body emitting an unpleasant stench, and frowned slightly before slowly relaxing.
"This guy stinks so bad! But how can he make me feel nauseous?" Auston, with a look of disgust on his face, sized up the unconscious man. As an Ancient Dragon, he wouldn't necessarily feel sick even when seeing a Ghoul Lord.
"Cast a few Purification Spells on him." Muria instructed.
"My lord, I'm not skilled in this type of magic." Auston said somewhat embarrassingly. As an Evil Dragon, the spells he mastered were mainly offensive, and he had never learned the more supportive kinds. Of course, with his current strength, he could forcibly cast them, but the effectiveness might be a bit embarrassing for a dragon.
"Enough talk, do as you're told."
"I am casting it now."
