"I rember he just got discharged yesterday, right?"
"I think so too... why is he back again?"
"Does this guy really have sothing wrong in the head? Or does he actually like it here, coming back so soon."
"Shh, quiet, we can’t discriminate against patients."
"Oh, oh, oh."
"But... does he really have that kind of thought, taking a fancy to one of us?"
"But didn’t he say he has a fiancée? Could it be..."
"That’s gross!"
Palr lay on the hospital bed, tightly closing his eyes, trying hard to fake sleep, ignoring the nurses’ whispered chatter, but he didn’t notice that he had already furrowed his brows, looking as if he was constipated.
Since being wheeled out of the operating room, Palr had been under the peculiar stares of the nurses, as if in their eyes, he had beco so sort of psychologically troubled pervert, willing to injure himself just to linger in the Border Sanatorium.
"I really don’t want this!"
Palr was shouting internally, "Damn Bologue! Damn job! Damn life!"
It’s uncertain whether Palr was lucky or unlucky.
After being engulfed by flesh, Palr was bitten all over, becoming almost like a blood-soaked person, but despite such injuries, they turned out to be just superficial wounds.
Palr looked miserable, but his critical organs hadn’t been attacked. After simple wound cleaning, he was out of danger. He just needed a few days of rest for his wounds to heal.
The nurses placed Palr back in the ward, and the room quieted down. Palr slowly opened his eyes.
"Damn it!"
With no one around, Palr vented his anger.
"This job is really not for humans, today it’s King’s Shield Guard and Immortal Heart, who knows what it will be tomorrow!"
Palr muttered to himself as he threw back the blanket and painfully sat up.
"I can’t take it anymore, I need to take so annual leave. If I continue this work, even if it doesn’t kill , it’ll ss up my mind."
Unable to bear it any longer, Palr, despite the excruciating pain, clumsily stood up, drew back the partition curtain, and prepared to leave the ward, only to see another person lying in the bed opposite.
This ward didn’t just have Palr; even before him, another person had been brought in.
Palr imdiately realized sothing wasn’t right. The Order Bureau is a violent institution, but it still sowhat counts as a workplace, and it’s a big no-no in the workplace to complain about one’s company.
Swallowing nervously, Palr looked at the other person, hoping that they weren’t soone he knew... and then he saw a person he could no longer just call familiar.
"Boss?"
Palr froze completely, staring at Lebius who was lying in the hospital bed.
At this mont, Lebius’ condition was even worse than Palr’s, with most of his body wrapped in bandages and his right arm in a cast.
In the final attack on the Immortal Heart, Lebius had grabbed the Blade of the Iron-Cutting Sword, injecting Ether to activate it.
While the Iron-Cutting Sword sliced the Immortal Heart, it also almost shattered Lebius’ right arm. Thanks to the doctors who arrived in ti, Lebius’ arm was preserved.
His ear injuries, after treatnt with Alchemy Potion, had restored part of his hearing. For Lebius, this little bit of hearing was enough to listen to his surroundings.
Lebius barely opened his eyes, already very exhausted, but he refused to sleep and forced himself to stay awake. He would only sleep after listening to the task report. He always had this workaholic deanor.
"Write up the task report first." Lebius’ voice was light, his breath low.
"Al.. alright."
Palr felt his legs shaking, unsure if it was due to nerves or fear.
Palr had always held great respect for Lebius, this warrior. Just sitting there without saying a word, Lebius could put trendous pressure on Palr, let alone the things Palr just said.
Despite Lebius’ severe injuries, Palr always felt that if Lebius wanted, he could strangle him with just one hand.
"Finish the report and hand it to , then you can take your annual leave."
"An.. annua.. annual leave?"
Palr was bewildered; he was ready to write a self-reflection, only for Lebius to suddenly approve him leave.
"Haven’t you been away from the Wind Source Highlands for a long ti? It’s about ti you went back."
Lebius seed unaware of Palr’s peculiar ntal activities.
After thinking for a mont, Lebius added, "You did very well in this operation, I’ll report it to the Clarks, you don’t need to worry about getting scolded when you go back."
Palr was stunned, and then his eyes moistened, nearly losing control of his emotions.
"Boss..."
Palr grabbed Lebius’ hand, overwheld with gratitude. Lebius, on the other hand, looked at Palr with so bewildernt, not understanding what Palr was doing.
At this mont, footsteps were heard outside the door. The door was opened, and a nurse pushed another patient into the ward.
They skillfully placed the patient in the bed, set up the IV, and hung the drip.
Soone noticed Palr, who wasn’t lying on the bed but was instead gripping Lebius’ hand, looking as if he was about to cry with emotion.
"This guy..."
The nurses whispered amongst themselves.
Palr took a deep breath, trying to control his complicated emotions, telling himself that it was just others’ opinions and that there was no need to care about them, no need... no need...
Rubbing his eyes, Palr always felt his professional life was absurdly strange.
He stumbled to the side, since the person on the bed was too familiar—it was Bologue. His eyes were closed, his breathing steady.
"He’s fine, just too tired, needs so rest."
Geoffrey ca in with a crutch, his abdon wrapped with layers of bandages, with so blood seeping through.
He sat on a nearby chair, his gaze wandering across the faces of those present, and then he let out a long breath.
Geoffrey said, "What a terrible morning."
"This can’t be described as just terrible."
Palr returned to his bed with a deep sigh.
"I never thought... is this a post-work gathering for us? Just eting at this damned place." Palr mused aloud.
Looking at it now, all mbers capable of field missions from the Special Operations Group were there, everyone was injured, but they found a bit of joy in their shared misery.
Then Palr noticed there seed to be soone lingering outside the door, hesitant, not daring to co in.
"It’s okay, co in."
Geoffrey waved his hand, and after a few seconds, Aimou cautiously stepped inside.
As the initiator of the ti-axis disorder, Aimou was full of fear towards Geoffrey and Lebius. At the end of the battle, she felt she would be imprisoned, but in reality, no one had co to take her away, and she strangely ended up following them to the Border Sanatorium.
Aimou nodded towards Lebius and Geoffrey and quietly moved to Bologue’s bedside.
A long-awaited peace descended, and even now Aimou felt a bit disoriented, as if she were still in the illusory dream constructed by the Fantasy Species.
But the fantasy was over, all branches of the future had been unified and connected into this absolute and singular reality.
Everyone in the ward was being healed by this tranquility. Even Palr stopped his wild thoughts, tilting his head to look at the ceiling, killing ti in a daze.
Unfortunately, this peace did not last long. Running sounds echoed from the corridor, and then another person opened the door and appeared before them.
Belli, panting, looked at Aimou. She had rushed all the way from the Sublimation Furnace Core to the Border Sanatorium, without any delay.
Aimou didn’t resist when she saw Belli. Without waiting for Belli to say anything, she smiled and opened her arms. In this ti-axis disorder event, Belli hadn’t appeared on the front line, but her assistance was omnipresent.
Belli, unceremoniously, dove forward, and the two embraced each other.
"You’re alive!" Belli’s voice was filled with joy.
"Mhm!"
Aimou nodded vigorously, followed by Belli’s unrestrained, boisterous laughter echoing continuously.
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