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“I won’t let you die, father… I will do anything I can to let you live, so resist for now, endure it!” I roared.
“S-Son…!” cried my father, as he began to tightly clench his teeth.
Eleanora emerged at my side.
“Eleanora use Bloodwork and take out the infected blood, I will cut out the rotten tissue myself. Can you do that?” I asked.
“Of course, leave it to me!” she said.
Eleanora nodded as she pointed her hands at my father’s large wound, her powers activated as she began to discern the blood within the wound. Her ability over it was outstanding, I trusted her more than anyone.
Suddenly, dark-red blood began to come out, it seemed coagulated and reeked horribly. My father began to groan while gasping for air loudly.
Everyone around us looked on in disbelief at the scene.
“Endure this, father.” I said.
“B-Blake, wait! What are you doing?!” asked my mother, trying to stop me.
Erika suddenly rushed to my mother’s side and stopped her from interrupting.
“M-Miss Mary, please wait! Let Blake do what he wants to do… Trust him!” she said.
My mother looked at Erika’s eyes while tears continued to flow from her eyes.
She looked back at me, as I began to work.
Utilizing the Tier 1 Death Magic Spells “Sterilization” and “Disinfection”, I coated my blade with them and cleaned it in an instant.
I pointed the sharp knife at my father’s wound, and quickly discerned the areas with strong necrosis, I began cutting out all the tissue and throwing it into the ground desperately.
Meanwhile, I conjured the Life Attribute Spell “Life Transfusion” and “Metabolism Enhancement”, these two basic spells let the user transfer their own life force to someone else to hasten their regeneration, while Metabolism Enhancement enhances the metabolism of a target, making their cells work faster, their blood pump faster, and more.
My father’s wound quickly began to lose the rotten areas as I cut them away while healing all the exposed flesh and using Sterilization and Disinfection over it.
I began to consume Spirit Orbs I had saved up in my pocket while doing this. Recovering the Mana I was constantly losing. I used my Qi to increase my Life Force to its limit and managed to transfer it to my father, hastening his regeneration.
Through the entire procedure, my father’s groans became louder and more agonizing, but he was enduring everything well, he was a strong man after all.
Eleanora was stopping the blood from leaking out now, as she had filtered out all the Blood infected with the necrosis.
However, I noticed the damn demonic energy persisted in the wound, if I left it like this, it would open once more and mess with him. I had to do something about it.
I quickly covered my hands with Qi and then conjured the Light Magic spell “Holy Light”, a very basic spell that conjured a light that can’t damage anyone except demonic beings, and dissipates evil energy.
It is very weak against demons, actually, as it cannot even directly damage them, at most, you will blind them temporarily.
However, to take out demon energy, this was the best I could use.
I coated my hands with this bright holy light and inserted my small hands inside of my father’s wound.
“Aaaaagggghhh…! Aaaagggh…! Aaahhh… Hahhh…”
My father cried in agony, but there was no other option.
I suddenly felt an evil energy dwelling within his wound, as I quickly pulled it out as if it were a malicious parasite latching onto my father.
And indeed, what I found surprised me more than I thought, the mass of energy seemed to be struggling to escape me, suddenly amassing, and forming into some sort of demonic specter.
What sort of demons are able to do this so easily? Didn’t the giant just attack and run away? Or did my father’s group go through way more than what that guy said?
“Grryyarrr!”
The mass of energy, resembling a demonic specter, roared back at me, trying to latch onto me now.
I glared down at it with wrath, as I covered it in holy light and quickly made it dissipate into nothingness.
“Grrryyyeeh…”
It released a pitiful groan before dying. I saw that my father’s wound was finally improving now… I continued to conjure the spells I was using, as the wound finally regrew enough tissue. I quickly used disinfected threads and other things, and stitched the skin together, while stopping any internal hemorrhage.
“Hahh… Unngh…”
My father was groaning, he had survived the operation.
I wiped the sweat away off my forehead, as I quickly conjured the Ember Spell and burned all the rotten tissue on the floor into ashes.
I sighed in relief.
My mana was almost completely gone.
But my father’s life energy was now good, he was slowly recovering.
He needs to rest now.
The people around us had been looking at what I was doing with a mixture of surprise and disbelief.
Many were left dumbfounded.
“W-What sort of powers did he use?”
“I detected so many elements…”
“T-That kid…”
“That’s Joan kid?”
“What kind of person is he?”
I ignored them all as I made my way back home while carrying father with Eleanora and my mother, and quickly put him to bed.
My grandmother seemed alarmed, asking what was happening all the time.
“W-What is happening, Mary? Mary!” she cried, while my mother was rushing to attend to my father’s needs.
“The hunting expedition failed, and a strange monster attacked…My father was wounded but I managed to heal him.” I said.
“Huh?! I-Is Joan okay?” asked my grandmother.
“Yes, grandma, don’t worry about it.” I said.
I sat down at the side of my father after that, looking at him as he slept peacefully. I rested in a chair while sighing. I had somehow managed to do it. That was quite close. I am now very thankful that I managed to drink those mana potions.
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