Russell did not know what melodramatic conflict had occurred between his grandfather and Lord Medicarren, nor did he care.
Now that he had his grandfather's permission, he no longer hesitated.
He reached into his pocket, felt around, and clenched three Hail Beads in his palm before drawing his Green Ceramic Sword.
"Grandfather, I'll do my best."
"Russell, be careful. Stop if you can't do it!" Mel could not bear to watch. He did not think Russell had the ability to treat Lord Medicarren's injury.
But his grandfather and Lord Medicarren were in the middle of a spat, and he had no say in the matter. All he could do was warn Russell not to force himself.
"I have experience."
"Hm?"
"A Half Ghost Beast once appeared in my territory. I healed it, then had my Knight Captain form a contract with it. It became a Phantom Beast," Russell said seriously.
"A Half Ghost Beast? What even is that? It's nothing like a dragon!" Mel cried.
"The same principle applies."
Russell smiled, soothing Cousin Mel, then turned to Count Merlin. "Grandfather, I intend to cut open Lord Medicarren's wound and see what is preventing it from healing."
Count Merlin said nothing, merely nodding in satisfaction.
In truth, his eyes had remained fixed on the back of Lord Medicarren's thigh. He was clearly prepared to take over at any moment.
What Russell had said showed that he understood his meaning—since Lord Medicarren was unwilling to let him treat the injury, someone else would do it instead. A wyvern had tremendous vitality; a few cuts would not matter.
Once Lord Medicarren hurt too badly to endure it, he would naturally beg him to intervene.
Only Mel remained on edge. "Your hand had better be steady, Russell. It's not that I don't trust you,