Chapter 90

"Ugh... ugh..."

Kojirou groaned in pain as he woke up.

His entire body ached, and it was only natural after being thrown so violently.

Especially his right arm, which had been cut off... wasn't it supposed to hurt?

That's strange. Even if the bleeding had been stopped, it shouldn't have stopped hurting so quickly.

Kojirou, feeling puzzled, slowly opened his heavy eyelids.

What he saw was a surprising scene.

"Rona! Please use the healing spell and the anesthesia spell one more time!"

"Hue~! I have no more magic power~!"

"Don't be a wimp! I'll share my magic power with you!"

"Master, the preparations for the blood transfusion are complete."

"Captain! Is there anything I can do?"

To his astonishment, the students who had tried to take his life were desperately treating him.

Moreover, they were doing it not reluctantly but voluntarily and enthusiastically.

"Why... why..."

"Ah! You're awake!"

The one who responded to Kojirou's voice was Ruisa, who was closest and treating him.

Ruisa was treating his most severe injury, the severed right hand.

"I'm sorry to do this while you're regaining consciousness, but I'm going to reattach your right hand, so it will hurt a bit."

"Huh?"

Without giving Kojirou time to process the situation, Ruisa pressed the severed right hand against the cut and began to chant a spell.

"Time Reversal!"

As Ruisa chanted the spell, blood vessels and nerves began to stretch out from the cut on the hand and pierce the cut on the arm.

Kojirou grimaced in pain, which he had never experienced before, "Ugh...!"

During this time, the severed hand gradually reconnected, and the sensation slowly returned to his fingertips, and his fingers began to move.

Ruisa's face, as he performed this task, was intensely serious.

Despite having used a lot of physical and magical energy in the battle, he was using a time-reversal spell, which consumes a lot of magic, and was now swaying.

Seeing this, Kojirou asked in genuine puzzlement.

"Why... why are you helping me? Weren't you going to kill me?"

"Yes, at least during the fight, I intended to kill you. But since both of us survived the battle, there's no need to kill each other."

"That's too lenient... Such leniency can cost you your life on the battlefield."

"Hehe, I agree. But I don't just help anyone. I decided to help you when I saw your severed hand."

"My hand?"

"Yes, your hand is rough, full of scars, and... heavy. This is the hand of someone who has worked hard. When I realized that, I thought, 'What a waste to have this hand cut off.'"

Saying this, Ruisa showed Kojirou his own hand.

It was a hand that looked very similar to Kojirou's—distorted and rugged, the hand of someone who had worked hard.

Seeing this, a single tear rolled down Kojirou's cheek.

He remembered his younger self, who had aimed to become king and continued rigorous training.

However, even with his talent and hard work, he couldn't overcome the wall to becoming king.

As a result, he became corrupt and began to call himself king, with a touch of self-deprecation.

"I lost... I lost. I not only lost in strength but also in heart, and I have to admit it."

After saying this, he was quietly captured by the knight squad and placed under house arrest.

He became as docile as if a possession had been removed, and he began to train again in the prison.

Chasing his dreams once more...

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