After soaking in the hot spring, Achill lay comfortably on the soft bed in his private room, holding a glass of expensive Red Wine and happily sipping it.
Just then, the door burst open with a bang. He turned to see Laxus, who had finished washing up, stride in with a disgruntled expression, carrying the still-unconscious Gildarts over his shoulder.
"Hey, is this guy really all right?" Laxus tossed Gildarts, now dressed in fresh clothes, onto the bed. Without standing on ceremony, he grabbed the expensive bottle of Red Wine from Achill's bedside table and gulped it down, draining the bottle in a few swallows. Wiping the wine from the corner of his mouth, he asked Achill, who was leaning against the headboard, "You didn't cut corners, did you? Are Gildarts's injuries still not healed? Why hasn't he woken up yet?"
"Cut corners? How could I~? What kind of man do you take your master for?" Achill gave Laxus an annoyed glare and kicked Gildarts, who was occupying half the bed, a little farther aside. "Minazuki's healing powers are beyond question. Gildarts's physical injuries have basically all healed, including his badly damaged internal organs, left hand, and left foot. As for why he hasn't woken up yet, first, he probably exhausted too much of his magic power. After all, powerful as Minazuki's healing is, it does nothing to restore a Mage's magic power. Second, it's probably because of the dark magic power inside him? Your master isn't too clear on the details either. Anyway, all his injuries are healed. We just have to wait for him to wake up~"
With that, he produced another bottle of Red Wine from somewhere and went back to sipping it with his eyes half closed.
"Seriously..." Laxus stared at Achill, who was leisurely enjoying