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Chapter 206 - Tournament VII

The healers finally reached Rhys.

He didn't resist this time.

"Just—do whatever you have to," he muttered. "If something falls off, put it back."

One healer sighed.

"Nothing is falling off."

Another added,

"Not yet."

Rhys did NOT find that reassuring.

They placed glowing hands over him.

Warm mana washed through his ribs and shoulders, knitting damaged muscles and sealing small fractures. The pain eased little by little.

Puddle hovered nervously beside him.

"MASTER, ARE YOU ALIVE? PLEASE CONFIRM."

Rhys groaned.

"I'm… slightly alive."

Sophia smiled in relief.

"Good! That's a real improvement from earlier."

Lyra crossed her arms.

"You'll be fine by tomorrow."

Rhys shot her a tired look.

"You sound very confident for someone not getting punched by Zenith's cursed sword."

Lyra shrugged.

"You're strong. You'll adapt."

Rhys stared at her.

"…I think you believe in me too much."

Puddle corrected,

"She believes MASTER will not die. That is different thing."

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