When the barbarians heard this, they all looked at Nalant with complicated expressions. Then, whether willing or not, each of them stepped forward, knelt before Nalant, and offered thanks before leaving.
Nalant was not displeased by this.
Putting himself in their shoes, if he were a barbarian, he too would find it difficult to accept such a reality at once—to bow his head and submit to a member of an enemy race.
And so, Vini's treatment continued for more than half an hour.
Nalant, who had originally been sitting, eventually rose to his feet and came to Vini's side, his eyes filled with tenderness.
Although Vini had used as little power as possible to ensure that every barbarian was pulled back from the brink of death, the depletion of her talent was still unavoidable.
By the very end, Vini's face had grown increasingly pale.
"Vini, why not rest for a while?" Nalant finally spoke, unable to bear it any longer.
"My lord, I'm fine. There are only a few left!" Yet Vini was unusually insistent this time. Seeing this, Nalant could only stand silently to one side.
As time slowly passed, they finally reached the last severely wounded barbarian.
"Thank you for the Goddess's blessing!"
"Don't thank me. It was my lord who..."
Thud!
As the relatives of the final injured barbarian knelt on the ground and voiced their thanks, Vini began to respond as she had before.
But before she could finish speaking, her body suddenly went limp, and she collapsed to the ground.
"Vini!"
"Goddess!"
"Ah! The Goddess has fainted!"
With Vini's collapse, Nalant's subordinates and the barbarians alike cried out in alarm.
Nalant immediately picked Vini up and placed her in a nearby carriage. One of the medical girls promptly came over to examine her.
"My lord,