In the mirror, Sifa saw a slanting gash across his shoulder. Fortunately, it was not deep and did not need stitches. Compared to that, the wound on his thigh was shallower; even without treatment, it would heal on its own.
"I'm starting to miss Doctor." Sifa shrugged. If Doctor were here, injuries like these would heal immediately.
However, the problem was not these injuries. Even the wound on his shoulder was something Sifa could treat himself.
The real problem was the upcoming manhunt by the Feysac people. That "Iron-Blooded Knight" was probably the "Your Excellency Shevich" the police had mentioned.
Unless something unexpected had happened, that Demigod was very likely a member of the Feysac Empire's military. Though Sifa had escaped from him, if Sifa were in that man's position, he would order the police to seal off the town and search for suspicious outsiders.
The inn would be a priority target for elimination. If the police came knocking, it would be difficult for him to explain the wounds on his body.
"Still, if it's only the police, I have a way to deal with them." Sifa swiftly treated his wounds, got dressed, and slipped a talisman into his pocket.
Thump!
Thump, thump!
A rapid, forceful bout of knocking suddenly rang out at the door.
"Open up! Whoever's inside, open the door immediately!"
Before Sifa could open it, the door was violently smashed open with a bang. Several uniformed Feysac policemen charged in, every bit as irritable as Mandated Punishers.
"Why didn't you open the door immediately?" demanded a policeman wearing a soft cap and sporting a thick beard.
Sifa raised his hands halfway, looking innocent. "Officer, I was taking a nap. I was about to answer as soon as I heard the knocking, but you were faster."
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