August 25, Marine Calendar 1508, 6:14 a.m.
The morning sunlight filtered through the blinds of the hospital room.
It cast mottled, crisscrossing light and shadow across the spotless white floor.
This was a special care ward inside the medical area of the Multiverse Duel Arena.
A faint smell of disinfectant lingered in the air.
But mingled with that pungent scent were sacred, warm waves of magic that gave people an inexplicable sense of peace.
Doctor Oven, with his blue-green hair, stood beside the hospital bed.
His hands were tucked into the pockets of his white coat.
Behind his signature square-framed glasses, his eyes were filled with an indescribable helplessness.
As a recovery mage who also came from the Black Clover World and had been invited to join the medical department, he had always been confident in his medical skill and in the Water Recovery Magic he took pride in.
Back in the Clover Kingdom, as long as a grievously injured person had not died on the spot, he had most likely been able to pull them back from the brink of death.
And yet.
Right now, he could only stand there like an outsider looking on.
There was no room for him to intervene at all.
Beside the hospital bed, Patry, dressed in a white robe, was extending his right hand.
Before him floated a Four-Leaf Clover Grimoire radiating golden light.
"Light Recovery Magic. Healing Light Particles."
As Patry chanted softly, golden points of light appeared out of thin air, like tiny living sprites, continuously merging into the burly body on the bed.
Vetto had been covered in wounds after his battle with Nagato, which had lasted more than ten hours.
Large areas of his muscles had been torn, many of his bones had been broken, and even his internal