My Name Is Ymir

Rein hadn't expected this woman to wake up so quickly.

According to medical texts, her severe injuries should have kept even an Extraordinary unconscious for two to three days, or even longer.

But now, after just one night, she was awake?

Coupled with her lightning-fast reflexes, grabbing his wrist before he could even react, she was undoubtedly a high-level Extraordinary.

"As you can see, I'm a surgeon."

This was an unexpected development, but Rein reacted swiftly in the split second he had.

He stated his identity first: "I saved you last night. You still have a slight fever, so I'm giving you an injection to reduce it."

His words concisely emphasized three points:

One: I am your savior;

Two: I am not injecting poison;

Three: I am a doctor. So, from a doctor's perspective, there's no distinction between genders.

If the system hadn't made a mistake in its assessment, this woman was rated "Green." After hearing his words, she probably wouldn't do anything to repay kindness with hostility.

"Doctor?"

Upon hearing this, the sharp gaze in the golden-haired woman's eyes indeed softened.

She frowned slightly, as if trying to recall what had happened last night.

"I'm still alive?"

Perhaps remembering something, the golden-haired woman murmured, her eyes gradually brightening.

It was clear that if she hadn't fortunately encountered a doctor, she would have died.

Of course, if not for the cool morning breeze alerting her to the fact that she was still naked, the atmosphere might not have been quite so awkward.

Rein, however, didn't avert his gaze. He pointed to the blood-stained torn clothes nearby and said frankly, "Your clothes were cut up during surgery last night. I apologize; you were unconscious then, and I couldn't get your consent to save you."

Not over-explaining unnecessarily and not being evasive made him appear more professional, despite being a somewhat amateur doctor.

Then, he took out another garment and handed it over, saying gentlemanly, "This is my clothing. If you don't mind, you can wear it for now."

"Thank you."

This "thank you" was delivered so calmly that it was impossible to detect any emotional fluctuation.

The woman appeared very composed, showing no signs of panic in her demeanor. She naturally accepted the clothes and draped them over herself, covering her exposed body.

This composed attitude instantly dissolved any awkwardness from their eye contact.

Hearing her thanks, Rein also breathed a sigh of relief.

At least she hadn't started attacking him the moment she woke up; that was a good start.

"You can call me Doctor Rein."

Since the person was awake, Rein didn't rush to leave.

No one knew his real name anyway, so he introduced himself and added, "If you feel any discomfort anywhere, you can tell me. Of course, my skills are limited at the moment, and I can't temporarily resolve that negative extraordinary power within you."

"Mhm."

The golden-haired woman nodded, her tone as indifferent as her expression.

As a courtesy, she added a few more words in a flat tone: "My name is Ymir."

Ymir spoke her name, her voice soft, yet carrying a sense of aloofness that kept others at a distance.

After speaking, she tried to get up from the sleeping bag, but the movement seemed to pull at her wounds, causing her to frown in pain.

Although the other party was a bit cold, she didn't show much malice.

Seeing her attempt to stand, Rein advised, "Miss Ymir, you have a comminuted fracture in your left arm, and the wound on your chest has just been sutured. I suggest you don't..."

Miss?

Hearing this address, Ymir glanced at Rein.

No one had ever called her that before.

However, she didn't heed his advice, suppressing the look of pain on her face and replacing it with a numb, frosty expression.

"..."

Seeing her persistence, Rein, fearing she might fall and reopen her sutured wounds, instinctively reached out to steady her gently.

Ymir didn't refuse.

It was clear that the person before him was a high-level Extraordinary.

Since she hadn't attacked, the fact that he had saved her constituted a debt of gratitude. In this cold world, it should be exchangeable for some form of reward.

Rein felt he should say something, but he didn't know how to phrase it without making his intentions seem too blunt.

Before he could speak, however, the woman named Ymir spoke first, asking, "Um... Doctor Rein, did you happen to see a steam locomotive, or anyone else, appear around here?"

"Steam locomotive?"

Rein heard this and wondered if she was referring to the one he'd stored in his folded space.

Clearly, in this desolate wilderness, there probably wasn't a second one. He hadn't seen that specialized motorcycle for Oma Mechanical Knights anywhere else, so it was likely exclusive to the Oma military.

His instincts screaming caution, Rein guessed this woman might be connected to the Oma military.

Unsure of her intentions, he shook his head and said, his expression unchanged, "No. I'm the only one here."

"You came here alone?"

Hearing this, Ymir paused, a flicker of surprise in her eyes.

Her focus shifted away from the motorcycle; it was Rein's identity as a lone traveler that astonished her even more.

Her gaze held doubt, disbelief, and even a hint of strangeness.

But the fact remained: the tire tracks were fresh, and the steam motorcycle had vanished without a trace.

If a large magical beast had swallowed it, there should have been some evidence nearby.

But it had simply disappeared completely.

"Yeah."

Rein replied, his expression as usual.

Was it strange to come to the wilderness alone? Why did she look so surprised?

He felt this woman had probably noticed something.

When you sense trouble, get out immediately – this was the survival rule he'd learned from the Phantom Thieves over the past year.

Trying to outsmart an intelligent person, especially one far more powerful than yourself, was a foolish act.

He suddenly wasn't that curious about Ymir's identity anymore. Whether she was from the Oma military or someone else... he, a small-time thief, couldn't afford to offend her.

He had originally intended to use the life-saving favor to pry information from her and gain some benefits.

Now, if he said any more, he feared it would lead to trouble.

He'd already saved her, after all, and his conscience, which hadn't suffered enough societal beatings, was clear.

He'd just pretend nothing happened and decisively leave.

He paused, then said directly, "Miss Ymir, I've done all I can. If there's nothing else, we'll part ways here."

"You're going to leave here on foot?"

Hearing this, Ymir's gaze grew stranger, and she added, "Alone?"

"Yeah."

Rein spread his hands, no longer pretending ignorance, and frankly stated, "I think even with your injuries, Miss Ymir, your strength is likely beyond what a frail doctor like myself can help with."

When dealing with a smart woman like this, it was better not to try to be too clever.

He guessed she was powerful, and pretending to be her protector would definitely make her suspicious of his motives.

"..."

Hearing this, Ymir didn't say anything more, falling into silence as if contemplating something.

Seeing her remain silent for a long time, Rein assumed she had tacitly agreed.

Phew...

Forget it, he couldn't latch onto a golden thigh. It was just a wasted potion, like saving a stray cat.

He packed his things decisively and put them into his travel bag.

Turning back, he glanced at the woman one last time and said, "I'll leave these sleeping bags and food for you; I have spares. If fate allows, we'll meet again someday."

If she were a weak woman waking up naked in the wilderness to a strange man, she would have been flustered no matter what.

But this woman named Ymir didn't show any signs of panic, which meant she was very confident.

Confident that even in her weakened state, she could eliminate any factor that posed a threat to her!

Rein was self-aware; he wasn't qualified to get entangled with people of this caliber.

Rather than worrying about whether she could survive, he should worry about himself.

Rein left resolutely, not putting on an act.

Ymir naturally noticed this, a hint of hesitation flashing in her crystalline eyes.

But in the end, she finally spoke.

Rein had walked more than ten steps when a clear shout came from behind him, "Wait!"

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