Carl traced his collarbone in response to Milton's words.
'I felt terrible pain as the gnoll's teeth dug into the gap between my breastplate and helmet, and now when I touch it, all I feel is a slight throbbing sensation.'
Milton cleverly took out a small mirror and reflected on the wound.
"...What?"
There are some scabs left, but most of them have fallen off and new, white skin has sprouted. Carl peels off the scab with trembling hands and it falls off without a hitch.
And when he scraped off the large scab that remained, a drop of blood appeared, and that was the end of it.
Wound… No, it would be better to call it a scar.
It was only last night that the gnoll's dirty, rough teeth scratched and blood poured out!
"Did you use medicine?"
"No, I didn't do anything. There was no need to stop the bleeding or apply a bandage."
"Even when the battle is over?"
"Even when I saw it right after the battle."
