My Name Is Ymir

This woman waking up so quickly was indeed beyond Rein's expectations.

According to medical texts, with injuries this severe, even a Transcendent should have remained unconscious for two or three days, perhaps even longer.

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

Combined with the lightning-fast reflexes that had seized his wrist before he could even react, she was undoubtedly a High-tier Extraordinary.

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

Though the surprise had caught him off guard, Rein reacted swiftly in that split second.

He immediately identified himself. "I saved you last night. You still have a slight fever, and what I'm injecting is a fever-reducing medicine."

His words concisely emphasized three points:

First: I'm the one who saved your life.

Second: What I injected isn't poison.

Third: I'm a doctor. So you understand—doctors don't distinguish between genders.

If the system's assessment was correct, this woman had a "green rating." Having heard that, she probably would not repay kindness with hostility.

"A doctor?"

Sure enough, the sharpness in the blonde woman's eyes softened upon hearing that.

Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, as though she were trying to recall exactly what had happened the previous night.

"I'm still alive?"

Perhaps she remembered something. The blonde woman murmured softly, and light gradually returned to her eyes.

Clearly, if she had not been fortunate enough to encounter a doctor, she should have died.

Of course, if the cool morning breeze had not reminded her that she was still naked, the atmosphere might not have become this slightly awkward.

Rein, however, kept his gaze straight ahead. Pointing to the bloodstained scraps of clothing nearby, he said openly, "Your clothes were cut apart during the surgery last night. Sorry, you were unconscious at the time, and I couldn't obtain your consent in order to save you."

The less unnecessary explanation he gave and the less he tried to avoid the matter, the more professional this half-baked doctor seemed.

Then he took out a piece of clothing and handed it to her, saying like a gentleman, "This is my clothing. If you don't mind, you can put it on first."

"Thank you."

Her thanks were so calm that no emotion could be heard in them.

The woman remained utterly composed, without the slightest trace of panic in her manner. She naturally accepted the clothing and draped it over herself, covering her exposed body.

That calm attitude instantly dissolved the awkwardness of their eye contact.

Hearing her thanks, Rein finally let out a breath of relief.

At least she had not woken up screaming for blood. That was a good start.

"You can call me Doctor Rein."

Since she was awake, Rein was in no hurry to leave.

In any case, no one knew his real name. After introducing himself, he added, "If you feel any discomfort, you can tell me. Of course, my skills are limited right now. I have no way to deal with the negative Transcendent power inside your body for the time being."

"Mm."

The blonde woman nodded, her tone as cold as her expression.

Out of courtesy, she added a few more words in an indifferent voice. "My name is Ymir."

Ymir gave her name softly, yet her voice carried an icy aloofness that kept others at a distance.

After speaking, she tried to rise from the sleeping bag. But as she moved, she seemed to pull at her wounds, and the pain made her brows knit tightly.

Though she seemed somewhat cold, she did not appear to harbor much hostility.

Seeing that she wanted to stand, Rein advised, "Miss Ymir, your left arm has a comminuted fracture, and the wound on your chest was only just stitched. I suggest you don't—"

"Miss?"

Hearing that form of address, Ymir glanced at Rein.

No one had ever addressed her that way before.

Still, she did not heed his advice. She suppressed the pain on her face, replacing it with a numb expression as cold as frost.

"..."

Seeing that she insisted, Rein feared she might fall and tear open her stitched wounds. Instinctively, he reached out and gently supported her.

Ymir did not refuse.

Clearly, she was a High-tier Extraordinary.

Since she had not started shouting about killing him, then saving her counted as a favor. In this cold world, it should be possible to trade that favor for an equivalent return.

Rein felt that he ought to say something, but he did not know how to broach the subject without making his motives seem too obvious.

But before he could speak, the woman named Ymir took the initiative and asked, "Um... Doctor Rein, did you see a Steam Locomotive, or anyone else nearby?"

"A Steam Locomotive?"

Upon hearing that, Rein wondered if she meant the one he had stored in his folded space.

Clearly, there was probably not a second one in this wilderness. He had never seen that kind of exclusive Oma Mechanical Knight motorcycle elsewhere; it was likely exclusive to the Oma military.

His instinctive caution made Rein suspect that this woman might be connected to the Oma military.

Unsure of her intentions, he shook his head and answered naturally, "No. I'm the only person here."

"You came here alone?"

Ymir froze slightly at his words, a flash of surprise passing through her eyes.

Her attention was suddenly no longer on the motorcycle. Instead, Rein's claim that he was traveling alone surprised her even more.

There was doubt, disbelief, and even something strange in her eyes.

But the truth was that the wheel tracks were fresh, while the Steam Locomotive had indeed vanished without a trace.

If some large magical beast had swallowed it in one bite, there should at least have been traces nearby.

Yet it had simply disappeared without a trace.

"Yes."

Rein answered with the same calm expression.

Was it strange to come into the wilderness alone? Why was she acting so shocked?

He felt that this woman had probably noticed something.

When things seemed amiss, withdraw immediately. That was the survival principle he had learned during the past year with the phantom thief gang.

Trying to outwit smart people—especially someone far stronger than himself—was a very foolish thing to do.

He suddenly became much less curious about Ymir's identity. Whether she was with the Oma military or someone else, a small-time phantom thief like him could not afford to provoke her.

He had originally wanted to use this life-saving favor to draw information from her and gain something in return.

But now, if he said any more, something might go wrong.

He had saved her whether he wanted to or not, and his conscience, which had not yet been battered enough by society, was at ease.

Pretending nothing had happened, Rein decided to leave decisively.

After a brief pause, he said directly, "Miss Ymir, I've done everything I can. If there's nothing else, let's part ways here."

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

Hearing that, Ymir's expression grew even stranger. She added, "Alone?"

"Yes."

Rein spread his hands and stopped pretending not to understand. "I think that with your strength, Miss Ymir, even injured as you are, there's probably nothing a weak doctor like me can help with."

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

He had guessed that she was exceptionally strong. If he kept pretending to be some protective knight, she would definitely suspect ulterior motives.

"..."

Ymir said nothing further. Instead, she fell silent, seeming to struggle with something.

Seeing that she had not spoken for a long time, Rein assumed she had tacitly agreed.

Phew.

Forget it. He could not cling to a golden thigh. He would just consider it a wasted dose of medicine spent saving a stray cat.

He left decisively, packing up his belongings and stuffing them into his travel bag.

Turning back, he gave the woman one final look and said, "You can keep these sleeping bags and food. I have extras with me. If fate allows, we'll meet again."

If she had been a weak woman, waking up naked in the wasteland before a strange man, she would have panicked no matter what.

But the woman named Ymir had not, which meant she was very confident.

Confident that even in her current weakened condition, she could eliminate anything that posed a threat to her!

Rein knew his own limits. He was not qualified to become deeply entangled with someone of her level.

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

Rein left without hesitation. He was not putting on an act.

Ymir naturally saw that as well, and hesitation flickered in her crystalline eyes.

But in the end, she still spoke.

Rein had only taken a dozen or so steps when a sharp cry came from behind him. "Wait!"

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