Chapter 6

I panicked and messed up!!

There's no way I, who has always referred to myself as "big brother," would do something like this!

What if my memories from my previous life are exposed!

"J-Just keep the wound above your heart! Even if I cast a regular healing spell, it won't restore the blood you've lost!"

"A, a, alright..."

While a saint's healing magic in the latter part of a novel can even heal missing body parts, a regular healer can only seal the wound.

Although Casius, who is usually cheeky, is flustered and responding normally, I can feel a creeping sense of embarrassment, and I think my face and ears are turning red!

I feel like the gazes of my subordinates are piercing me, but it's not just my imagination.

"Other soldiers, continue your training!"

With a shout, the subordinates present snapped to attention and resumed their training.

"Casius, if you can walk, let's head to the infirmary. The faster we stop the bleeding, the quicker you'll recover."

"Y-Yes...!"

I took the opportunity to tightly bind his arm. As I support his arm without touching the wound and start walking, Casius is extremely flustered.

I wish he would stop staring at my face so intently. Shit, my ears are still hot, so they must be red.

"What are you looking at?"

"A-ah, no, it's just that, Captain... earlier... Haha! Ouch, ouch!"

Casius burst out laughing in the middle of our conversation, and the recoil must have made his wound hurt. This guy was definitely trying to bring up my "big brother" comment.

What can I do? How many years do you think I've been "big brother"? My younger brother, who is the same age as Casius, is eighteen, so I've been "big brother" for eighteen years!?

The youngest twins were five, so I couldn't help but call myself "big brother"! If he keeps laughing, I might have to stop him from laughing.

Is this just a result of my past habits? If so, I need to be careful, or I might end up on a path that leads to my death...

"When you're injured, talking also consumes energy, so don't speak anymore."

"But Captain, you were the one who started talking..."

"Did you say something?"

"No, nothing."

When I glared at the muttering Casius, he immediately fell silent. At the same time, I saw a healer being led by a squire running towards the infirmary.

"Wow, this is bad! I'll cast the healing spell right away, um..."

The healer looked around. Since casting a healing spell also drains the recipient's energy, he probably wants to have Casius sit down.

"Casius, sit there. You might feel dizzy after the healing spell."

"Eh? I'm not that weak."

"Casius."

"Y-Yes..."

I called his name in a deliberately low voice, and he obediently followed. In situations like this, speaking in a low, slow voice is more effective than shouting.

The knights are more mischievous than my younger brothers, but my experience as a big brother will come in handy.

"Then... 'Heal'"

The wound closed up as if in fast-forward. I can heal minor scratches, but I can't heal such a deep cut.

The difference in power between those with and without the aptitude is significant. However, the healer's magic power seems to be limited, and he was sweating and looking strained by the time the wound was sealed.

"Phew... You should be fine now."

"Ah, receiving a healing spell really makes you feel drained. Well, let's get back to training!"

Casius stood up without even thanking the healer.

"Hey, at least say thank you."

"「Huh?」"

The voices of the three people present overlapped. I wasn't the type to easily say thank you in the past.

But from now on, for the sake of educating my subordinates, I need to lead by example!

［Training Ground Side］

After Justan and Casius left for the infirmary, the movements of the knights who had been sparring stopped. Then, one of them spoke up.

"Hey, you didn't mishear that, right? Everyone heard it, right?"

"Y-Yeah, I couldn't believe my ears. It's strange enough that he showed such concern for Casius."

"So, you didn't mishear it. The Captain called himself..."

The knights looked at each other and swallowed hard.

"「Big brother」"

They said it simultaneously, then some slumped to the ground, while others clutched their stomachs and burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! No way!"

"Did you see that? His face was so red! Haha!"

"I've never seen the Captain like that! Hahaha!"

"Hehe, no one would believe us if we told them."

"It would be cute if he did that all the time. Ow, ouch! What are you doing? Ah, you hit me, you squire!"

"It's because Amedeo said something weird!"

Most of the knights present hit or kicked the one who had said the farthest thing from Justan. Even those who didn't join in were rubbing their arms, as if they had goosebumps. These comrades, who always tease each other, are tough on those outside their group.

This is, in a sense, a form of self-defense for them, who are often not evaluated fairly due to their backgrounds. While their high ability as guard dogs is what barely keeps them accepted, whether they will be viewed favorably in the future depends on Justan's discipline.