Healing

Although it's called a "Killing Magic," it didn't actually kill anyone.

The battle ended easily.

Solitär, as if carrying two rather unwieldy bags, used magical chains to drag the unconscious Hawk-Eye and Elsa back to Lowell, her face showing the ease of completing a task and a hint of lingering research desire.

Lowell's gaze fell on the two of them, especially Elsa's hand, which was still unconsciously gripping Hawk-Eye's collar. He raised an eyebrow and asked with a hint of surprise, "Uh... what kind of position is this?"

Solitär tilted her head, her pale green eyes flashing with analytical light. "Hmm... it's probably a reaction of trying to protect her lover with her own body because she felt there was no way to avoid a deadly threat. Simply put, she probably thought the man was about to die and wanted to shield him from the attack?"

"Tsk," Lowell clicked his tongue, a hint of amusement in his voice, "There's actually some genuine affection between the Shadow Warriors? That's quite unexpected."

In the distance, the battle between Lupa and Linié and Isa had also come to a conclusion.

Isa was covered in wounds and bound into a sturdy cocoon by Lupa using the captured tough silk threads. He lay unconscious on the ground.

But the price of victory was equally evident— Lupa's right wrist, holding the gun, was twisted at an unnatural angle, clearly severely injured in Isa's final counterattack; it was swollen high, with a horrifying bluish-purple tinge beneath the skin.

She was in so much pain that sweat beaded on her forehead, but she bit her lower lip tightly and didn't utter a sound.

Linié, standing to the side, was in slightly better condition, but her left arm, which she used to block Isa's self-sacrificing attack, was also twisted in a similar way. However, no blood flowed from the wound; instead, faint specks of magical light emanated from it—a natural phenomenon after Demons's body is damaged.

For Demons, limbs can slowly regenerate even when they are missing, but recovery from this level of damage is by no means easy.

Lowell didn't look at the prisoners any longer and walked over to Lupa and Linié. He sat down on the ground, took out the Holy Scripture and laid it open on his lap, a soft and pure milky white halo emanating from his fingertips. He first gently lifted Lupa's deformed wrist, the halo flowing over it like warm water.

"Bear with it." Before he finished speaking, he subtly applied force to his hand.

With a soft "crack," Lupa shuddered in pain, but immediately afterward, a warm and powerful life energy flowed in, and the swelling and pain subsided at a visible speed. Her twisted bones slowly returned to their place and healed in the holy light.

Next was Linié. Healing the Demons' injuries seemed to take more effort. Lowell's fingertips shone brighter as she carefully guided the energy. Linié's deep blue eyes watched Lowell's movements quietly, her face still expressionless, but her body was slowly recovering.

Solitär crouched to the side, her hands supporting her chin, her pale green eyes fixed intently on Lowell's movements and the Holy Scripture, her face filled with immense curiosity.

"Hmm? The monk's healing magic... why does it need Holy Scripture as a 'medium' to maximize its effect? Theoretically, there's some loss in the efficiency of directly converting magic into life energy, but the existence of the Holy Scripture seems to greatly reduce that loss... The principle behind this is..."

"Stop." Lowell interrupted her impending long-winded explanation without looking up, her tone tinged with a helpless perfunctory tone. "How would I know why? Like you said, ancient humans, without understanding the principles of buoyancy, could build rafts that could float on water based on experience alone. I only know how to use it. Don't think that just because I'm the Demon King I know everything and can answer your 'ten thousand whys'."

Solitär pouted slightly in disappointment, but wisely refrained from pressing the matter, muttering under her breath, "Okay, okay~" However, her glowing eyes clearly indicated that she hadn't given up, but had simply put the question on hold for the time being.

In no time, Lupa's wrist had fully recovered and was moving freely. Linié's arm also regained its original solidity.

Seeing this, Solitär couldn't help but sigh, "That's really efficient. If an ordinary Demons suffered this kind of injury, the self-repair process of magic would be very slow, not this easy. I heard that Aura has been injured for several years and is still recovering~"

Lowell closed the Holy Scripture and said calmly, "That person is different, of course. She was injured by Himmel. Himmel... his attacks seem to contain something special. Although I don't fully understand the principle, the damage he caused is exceptionally difficult to remove. As for the power of the Holy Scripture, I only have a slight understanding of it."

Solitär glanced at Lupa and Linié, whose bodies had been restored, pointed at them, and winked. "Know a little?"

Lowell nodded firmly, his expression nonchalant. "Yes, I know a little." He seemed to say, "Believe it or not."

Solitär smiled noncommittally, not pressing the matter further, but her eyes clearly conveyed, "This probably doesn't fall into the category of 'somewhat knowledgeable'."

Beside her, Lupa clenched her fist, feeling her restored strength, and a bright smile Bloom on her face. Her heterochromatic eyes sparkled as she looked at Lowell and Frieren, who had somehow reappeared leaning against the door, her head nodding as if she were about to doze off. "Master! Lady Frieren! How did Linié and I do?"

Frieren seemed to be startled awake, groggily raising her head, her emerald eyes half-open. She yawned slightly, her voice heavy with sleepiness. "Ah... um... great..." After saying that, her head drooped down again, as if the battle just now was merely a minor interruption to her sweet dreams.

Lowell looked at Lupa, who was eagerly awaiting praise and couldn't hide her pride, and couldn't help but smile. He reached out and ruffled her peach-pink hair. "Lupa, I'm very satisfied. If you keep going like this, you'll definitely become the strongest warrior."

Lupa squinted her eyes contentedly, like a cat being stroked, and happily replied, "Hey! It's all thanks to Master's excellent teaching!"

At this moment, Linié also quietly walked over, her deep blue eyes silently watching Lowell without saying a word, but there seemed to be a hint of expectation in her eyes.

Lowell chuckled, shaking his head helplessly. As if he had been expecting this, he pulled out two bright red, plump apples from his personal storage space. "Here you go, this is your reward. Hmm... I still owe you a big meal. Also, I'll try to find a way to get you some better equipment later."

Lupa accepted it with a grin, completely different from the ruthless woman she had been just moments before.

Linié immediately reached out and carefully took the apple that was meant for her, her deep blue eyes seeming to shine even brighter.

She didn't say anything, just looked down at the apple in her arms, then turned around, quietly walked back into the house, found a corner to sit down, and hugged the apple tightly to her chest, as if she were going to sleep with it tonight.