She gritted her teeth as she spoke, then glanced at the patient who had been helped to sit up and was struggling to drink water. Slightly calming down, she tentatively asked Leon, "Your Excellency, the miraculous spell you just cast, can it strip away the viral agents causing the respiratory illness?"
Leon sighed, nodding as he explained the now obvious truth.
"In the place where I live, this thing doesn't have such a terrifying name, nor is it a virus. Spellcasters like myself refer to that basic element as 'Magic Element'. It is the essential energy almost all life in my world relies on for survival.
So, I can't heal the so-called respiratory disease because it's not a disease... To force an analogy, your current situation is like an aquatic creature thrown onto land unable to breathe, or conversely, a land creature thrown into deep water."
Hearing Leon's explanation, Rousseau was stunned into silence, falling into deep thought.
