I Became a Ruined Character in a Dark Fantasy

"My lord...!"As Philip narrowed his eyes, Mev looked up at Ian.

"I didn't know you were also skilled in medicine... Thank you, Ian," said Mev.

"Not at all skilled. I just tried what I saw somewhere, and it worked, that's all," Ian replied.

"But that was… well, If you say so… then, it must be true." Mev, thinking it was a joke, weakly smiled.

Mev gripped the hilt of her sword. As she struggled to stand up, she added, "Put the guard back on, Philip. I'm going to fight."

"What...?!" Philip's head snapped up in surprise.

"Please reconsider, my lord!" said Philip. He continued, "You haven't fully recovered yet. Your wounds could worsen."

"I can handle a sword with one hand just fine. I'm okay," Mev replied.

"But my lord," said Philip.

A smirk spread across Ian's lips. He hadn't expected another such farce. It was then that Mev turned to him.

"What do you think, Ian?" Mev asked.

"Well... there's some sense in what he says." Ian scratched his chin, and Philip's expression brightened.

"Exactly sir!" said Philip.

"...Is that also your thought?" Disappointment tinged Mev's voice.

"Well, you probably won't have to fight anymore tonight anyway,” said Ian.

Ian hadn't finished speaking, and Mev's helmet tilted.

"What do you mean by that? If you're suggesting you'll handle it all alone again—"

"It's already over."

"Again the same—wait, what?" Mev stiffened.

Philip, also widening his...

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