Ren asked in a direction different from what he expected. Regardless of whether she answered or not, Viretta continued walking.

The place they arrived at was in front of the temporary lodging for the mercenary band.

“Viretta?”

“Dress this guy in some clothes.”

“Huh? Yes! Yes!”

“I like this outfit.”

Sharti stubbornly insisted on continuing to wear the clothes she had made, making Viretta click her tongue.

“Let him wear different clothes for a change from constantly wearing sweaty ones.”

“…….,”

For a moment, Ren, who was taken aback, discreetly straightened the collar of his clothes.

Until now, he hadn’t only been wearing the clothes Sharti made, but anyway, he couldn’t continue like this according to Viretta.

Ren yielded after breaking his stubbornness.

Viretta, who eyed Ren with a disdainful look, gestured to the mercenary members.

“Get a blindfold.”
Viretta, who received a long orange fabric, quickly threw it at Ren.

“Change into that over there with this fabric.”

Ren, who was slow to raise his head, entered the dressing tent indicated by Viretta. After changing, he neatly folded the clothes made by Sharti and placed them on one side before gingerly putting on the new ones.

The long boots, well-fitted pants, and appropriately sized top were overall plain in color and design.

Finally, Ren covered his eyes with the orange fabric.

“In the future, use a blindfold instead of a cloak.”

“…….,”

Of course, it was an obvious statement, but wearing a blindfold meant he couldn’t see anything in front of him.

Before Ren could say anything about the unreasonable instruction, Viretta confidently approached him.

“There will be many people visiting this town now. However, if there are two figures hiding their faces with robes and hoods, it will inevitably raise suspicions.”

“…….,”

“Of course, Sharti and I don’t want to attract attention. So, you need to show your face.”

“Wearing a blindfold draws more attention.”

“Having a patient with injured eyes near the doctor is not that strange.”

“…….,”

Ren’s eyebrows twitched.

Every time, Ren’s objections never got through to Viretta.

“Of course, I don’t want you to be seen holding hands with Sharti in front of people, but…”

“I understand.”

Ren nodded coolly.

After some time, he had adapted somewhat to the blindfold. The fabric was not too thick, so the visibility wasn’t bad. He didn’t seem likely to trip or bump into obstacles while walking alone.

“It won’t be a problem if Sharti is around.”

Above all, there wouldn’t be any danger if he walked hand in hand with Sharti.

As Ren positively responded, Viretta’s expression became bitter.

He was truly an annoying guy.

“Have you remembered anything since then?”

“No.”

Ren replied briefly.

There was no sign of regret or impatience in him. Unlike before, he showed no attachment to the lost memories.

Viretta nodded.

Thud!

“…!”

Suddenly, Ren’s forehead twitched from a blow he didn’t see coming.

“Tsk tsk, where did the respect for adults go?”

“…….,”

For some reason, his forehead swelled only when he was hit by Viretta.

Ren, with a rebellious glare hidden behind the blindfold, lowered his head firmly to Viretta.

“…I apologize.”

“This is why you won’t become a proper person.”

While Ren, with a reckless attitude, engraved several bumps on his forehead, Viretta scolded him firmly. At the moment when Sharti was inspecting the patients, the cabin where the patients were isolated had collapsed due to Matapju, and instead, temporary tents were set up. Many residents had gathered around the tents, possibly already informed.

“The mana has been completely removed, Doctor.”

“Of course, it’s slowly accumulating in small amounts again.”

Schukady checked the mana levels in the patients’ bodies with the wizard members.

‘Black spots instead of fluorescent ones.’
Though it was dark, it was a stain that would disappear with careful management of time.

Sharti checked the patients’ energy levels and reactions. Due to the prolonged illness, their faces lacked color, and muscle conditions were not that great. Still, the shadow of death that hung over the patients had disappeared.

“If we manage their diet and physical condition well from now on.”

Sharti reassured the patients and their guardians calmly.

“Brew this herb and drink it. Not too often, but it’s good to have it before meals.”

“Since walking might be difficult right away, move your fingers or massage the tense muscles in your arms, neck, etc.”

“Thank you! Thank you, wizards!”

Only then did the patients and their guardians smile. The anxious villagers, now relieved, allowed Sharti to smile with peace of mind.

Fortunately, there were no unjust deaths. Sharti hadn’t directly cured the patients, but as a doctor, the pride and relief of doing her best to save lives had deeply penetrated her heart.

“That went well.”

The effort, hard work, and the best efforts resulted in no regrets.

Viretta, who suggested a fair reward, was not entirely satisfied, but Sharti was content with the scene before her.