Chapter 59
“What?”
Hearing Sylvester’s suggestion to make me rest by force, I quickly snatched the bracelet and spoke.
“I’m fine. Let’s see… with just this…”
Sure, I had barely survived, but there was no time to waste.
Watching my teammates diligently secure the base, I couldn’t just sit idle.
My low stamina could easily be restored with a stamina recovery potion.
And besides—
‘I’m rich now, aren’t I?’
Grinning to myself, I opened the Magic Cart to purchase the highest-quality potion, something I couldn’t normally afford.
[Would you like to purchase ‘Premium Recovery Potion’?]
[Cost per unit: 30 Favors]
[Quantity selected: 1]
[Purchase completed!]
[Total Favors Remaining: 1,059]
I purchased the potion.
But then—
[Your current health is too low to use the potion.]
Wait, hold on.
“….”
There’s a restriction like this?
If my health is too low to use the potion, it means I have to wait until it recovers naturally…
‘Are you kidding me?’
I didn’t have that kind of time!
“You look like things aren’t going as planned, Captain. Why don’t you just give up and rest?” Sylvester commented, noticing my frustrated expression.
“I can’t. The Black-White War is a race against time. Securing as many bases as efficiently as possible is the key.”
I couldn’t afford to waste time here.
If Agatha’s faction claimed the Thousandfold Circle before us, it’d all be over.
Considering the struggle we faced at the Fire Base, at the very least, we needed to win the war for it to be worth it.
“As expected.” Sylvester sighed and took out a pile of wooden logs from his inventory, letting them fall to the ground with a loud thud.
“Alright, just hold on for a moment… and try not to push yourself too hard, Captain.”
Even Sylvester, who usually joked around, seemed genuinely worried about me.
I must have overdone it.
[The Constellation, Father of Kindling Fire, nods in agreement with the child’s words.]
[The Constellation, Talented Youngest, insists that your legs should be bound.]
[The Constellation, Hearth of the Cosmos, demands that your hands should also be tied!]
…No, not “a bit overdone”—I had seriously overdone it.
The Constellations’ indirect messages left me speechless, and I watched Sylvester silently, pretending not to notice. Playing dumb works best in situations like these.
[Junkyard Workshop]
[Youngest’s Handiwork]
Soon, two different skills activated in Sylvester’s left and right hands, and the sound of tools clinking echoed around us.
“Hm, I’m short on Mag-Stones…” Sylvester muttered to himself, his words catching my attention.
I called Eden over and “borrowed”—no, politely asked for—some Mag-Stones we had earned as a reward for capturing the Fire Base.
“Will this be enough?”
“Perfect.”
Sylvester grinned as he accepted the Mag-Stones I handed him.
A short while later—
“What… how did you even make this?” I stared wide-eyed at the finished product.
With just a pile of wood, random tools, and a few Mag-Stones, Sylvester had built a comfortable bed equipped with a palanquin!
It was amazing, incredible, extraordinary!
“Well, this is nothing,” Sylvester said, brushing his hair back like some nostalgic host of a DIY show.
The palanquin was great and all, but—
‘How am I supposed to ride this?’
Feeling awkward, I muttered under my breath, “Everyone else is walking, and you expect me to let you carry me? That’s…”
It felt humiliating. I wasn’t some kind of tyrannical monarch parading slaves around…
The idea of sitting in that palanquin filled me with guilt.
Hearing this, Sylvester put on a serious expression and said firmly:
“Savior, you saved every single one of us here.”
At his words, I finally noticed my teammates.
“He’s right! We’re only alive thanks to you, Captain!”
“I think so too. I’ll do whatever I can to help.”
With determined expressions, my teammates placed their hands on their chests one by one.
Their sincerity made my heart tingle slightly.
“See? At least let us repay our debt to you,” Sylvester insisted.
Just as he said, all my teammates seemed to feel a sense of gratitude and indebtedness toward me.
Still, this felt like too much. I wasn’t some tyrannical taskmaster leading a band of enslaved bearers.
This was going overboard.
“Please!”
“Allow us to serve you!”
Their desperate faces looked like they might burst into tears if I didn’t agree.
Well, I guess I had no choice.
Besides, it wasn’t like I could walk on my own right now anyway.
I glanced around, then quietly climbed into the palanquin.
“…Fine.”
Honestly, part of the reason I gave in was the look in Eden’s eyes, which seemed to say he would tie me to the palanquin if I refused.
As the palanquin wobbled into motion—
“Big Sister, can Mew come along too?”
Lyria tugged at my sleeve, her eyes sparkling with hope.
“Myaaah!”
Mew looked at me as if asking the same question.
While Mew had helped Lyria earlier, bringing a Divine Beast along while capturing bases was risky.
Divine Beasts had a mysterious ability to attract monsters.
It was sheer luck that the monsters in the Fire Base were docile.
If this were the Thunder Base, where Xenon and Yeriel had gone—
‘We would’ve been slaughtered.’
The thought sent a shiver down my spine. I was about to refuse when—
“Big Sister…”
“Myaaang myaang…”
Faced with their sparkling, starry-eyed expressions, I couldn’t help but nod reluctantly.
“Fine. But you have to promise to leave Mew behind when attacking bases.”
Lyria nodded enthusiastically and lifted Mew high, burying her face in its soft fur.
“Thank you, Big Sister!”
“Myark!!”
At that moment, a notification window popped up.
[The Black Faction has captured the ‘Thunder’ Base!]
It seemed Team A, led by Xenon, had successfully completed their attack.
“Looks like Team A just finished securing their base.”
I looked at my teammates and raised my hand in the air.
“Let’s do our best for the next one too!”
“Yeahhh!!”
Thunderous cheers erupted as the Fire Base’s exit began to open.
I smiled brightly at the sunlight I hadn’t seen in a while.
Things were looking up.
***
The loud reunion finally ended, and we made our way toward the Wind Base, where we were supposed to meet Team A.
“I think I see people ahead!”
At the words of the teammate leading the way, everyone carrying the palanquin turned to look in the same direction.
“Wendy!”
Yeriel spotted me from afar and waved excitedly.
But soon, the smile on Yeriel’s face froze.
“…!”
His expression turned pale as he stopped in his tracks.
“Wh-why… why are you sitting on something like that, Wendy?”
Yeriel’s voice, usually calm, grew stiff as he stared at me sitting in the palanquin.
“Don’t tell me… you’ve been treating these people like slaves…?”
Before Yeriel’s imagination could spiral out of control, Lyria cut in.
“Big Sister got really hurt.”
“Hurt? Wendy got hurt?”
Yeriel’s face turned white as he rushed toward me.
Inspecting me carefully, he tilted his head in confusion.
“I don’t see any visible injuries… Is it internal damage?”
As expected of a healer—he figured it out immediately.
I nodded with a smile, trying to reassure him.
“I feel fine. It’s just that I get dizzy, like someone hit me on the head, and my legs wobble as if they might give out if I try to stand. But really, no pain at all!”
Yeriel blinked at my rapid-fire explanation before muttering softly.
“That sounds… pretty serious. If you can’t even walk, how…?”
Frowning in concern, Yeriel closed his eyes for a moment, seemingly deep in thought. He then gently extended his hand.
“Let me help for now—”
A soft, glowing cluster of light formed on Yeriel’s palm.
With a gentle sparkle—
Ding! Ding!
A radiant silver lily bloomed as if by magic.
Handing me the delicate flower, Yeriel explained, “This is a Bone-Healing Flower. It works wonders for internal injuries. If you eat it whole, it’ll be absorbed right away.”
“Yeriel!”
Overjoyed, I hugged Yeriel tightly, holding the flower in my hand.
“Thank you so much!”
Yeriel’s ears flushed red as he stood there, his face completely stiff.
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