"That's my castle—hurry, carry her inside." Romon, seeing the extent of her wounds up close, immediately gave the order.
Most of her injuries weren't too serious, but there was a clear stab wound near her heart, and a contusion on her neck from some blunt force. The severity of these wounds would have killed an ordinary person long ago. Yet the elf queen's heart still beat, though her breathing was labored.
"Are any of you clerics?" Romon asked.
"Cleric…" The elves shook their heads. The long-haired elf on the left replied, "We have no clerics. We treat wounds with herbs alone."
Without hesitation, Romon issued a command: "Nini, go to the manor and bring Janice here."
Janice usually spent her mornings making offerings at the statue of the Goddess of Wisdom. It was about that time now.
"Yes!" Nini replied, and her figure instantly vanished from sight.
