If Ye Chuqi did not return—
Lois lowered her eyes, a black haze flashing through them before vanishing.
Since Lois stopped pursuing the question, Ye Chuqi passed over it without going into detail. There were other matters to resolve. "Actually, anyone with sufficiently strong mental power can detect demonic qi. It's just that—Lord Ambrose, you've probably already realized this—only a Purification Spell, or perhaps only a Divine Grace Bath, can dispel it. If even a trace remains, it will flare up again. As for how to organize things and deal with it, I'll leave the arrangements to you."
Even this, the largest military camp, had only three priests, one of whom was Her Highness the Holy Son, who had come here on her own. They were woefully short-handed.
Ye Chuqi did not think she had any say in how the rest should be arranged.
"As for the wound on your face, Lord Ambrose, I'll go prepare the medicine now."
What she did not say was that the proper way to treat Ambrose's injury was to remove the dead flesh from the wound, then apply medicine to help healthy tissue grow and repair it. The procedure was somewhat brutal, but it would definitely work. Aside from healing a little slowly, the wound on Ambrose's face did not seem abnormal, yet Ye Chuqi could sense something strange lingering in it.
It was somewhat different from demonic qi, and felt very familiar to Ye Chuqi, though she could not remember where she had encountered it.
Jelous also had a tent of his own here. Though he never stayed in camp for long and did not hold a high rank, he had been assigned one in consideration of his status as a prince. From the outside, it looked no larger than the surrounding tents,