Galliard...
Leon gazed at the minstrel he hadn't seen in three years, countless doubts surging in his mind. He opened his mouth to speak, but the movement tugged at the wounds on his face, and his damaged lungs made it difficult to speak.
"—Shh~"
The minstrel gestured for patience, donned his feathered hat again, and as he stepped into the room, his fingers traced an unseen line in the air.
A warmth spread from the depths of Leon's heart and lungs, circulating through his body along the pathways of magic elements and blood.
The excruciating pain throughout his body, a clear sign of domestic abuse, was rapidly dissipating.
Through the circulation of magic elements, Leon perceived the state of his body, noticing how the shattered bones and damaged organs were slowly restoring as if time were reversing.
Within a few breaths, he felt the strength to raise his hand.
