All Traitors

Creak...

Creak...

Creak...

In the dining hall, the Argo Heroes who had risen early mechanically stuffed food into their stomachs amid the violent rocking of the ship. Their nearly numb tongues vaguely told them one thing.

Today's food was salty again...

Snore... snore...

As soup was served, several squealing pink piglets appeared among the heroes' seats. Everyone deftly scooped them up, tied them securely, and sent them to the god of medicine's clinic.

Along the way, the piglets let out shrill screams and struggled frantically, terror welling up in their humanlike eyes.

However, the companions responsible for transport expertly pulled out rags, stuffed them into the piglets' mouths, and, once the god of medicine opened the door, clattered them onto the floor.

"Wait..."

The god of medicine frowned slightly and gave an unhappy snort. The heroes handling the delivery immediately stiffened, chills racing down their necks. They turned around like rusted machines, wearing smiles uglier than tears.

"Remember to handle them gently next time. The recent samples are very precious, understand? All right, you may go."

With a rigorous attitude, the god of medicine gave them a serious reminder.

Everyone nodded wildly as if pardoned. After giving the piglets looks of wishing them luck, they fled in panic.

Tsk, their resistance to negative Magic Potions was getting higher and higher. The materials sent over lately kept decreasing.

Muttering in disappointment, the god of medicine gently placed each pink piglet onto a hospital bed, then...

...used suppression spells and chains to secure them spread-eagled.

Amid the clinking of bottles and jars, the god of medicine shook several transparent vials glowing in different eerie colors and came to the bedsides, patiently and gently asking the patients.

"I'm going to treat you now. Blink if you consent."

A warm and caring doctor-patient atmosphere