Buzzz-
Space twisted.
In the Night Doctors' outpost outside the city, Sir Awen appeared in the clearing, his entire body radiating green light, bringing the unconscious Lynn and the battered Black String Moon with him.
"Sir Awen?! Lynn?!"
The moment White Night saw the spatial disturbance, he rushed over, knowing Sir Awen had returned.
He immediately spotted the unconscious boy, along with Miss Doll, who was supporting him.
"What on earth..."
White Night and the Night Doctors gathering around them were all stunned.
Sir Awen slowly put on his gloves and said solemnly, "Don't worry. He only passed out from exhaustion. He'll be fine after some rest. It's this young lady who needs attention. Her injuries are severe, and she needs treatment as soon as possible."
Black String Moon calmly supported the unconscious Lynn and turned her head. His unconscious face was reflected in her sidelong gaze. After a few seconds of silence, she gently shook her head.
"No need. I'll look after him until he wakes up."
She spoke softly.
Then she politely declined the help of the surrounding Night Doctors and, struggling to support Lynn, staggered toward the tents.
There was an obstinate stubbornness in the sight of her retreating figure.
She seemed to harbor a faint aversion toward everyone other than her employer.
But everyone still crowded anxiously around them, escorting Lynn into a makeshift ward and laying him on a bed. Several trained Night Doctors immediately examined him.
"His body is somewhat weak, and his mental power is completely depleted. Other than a few superficial injuries, there's nothing seriously wrong."
"But there are powerful curse fluctuations inside him. They all seem to be thought curses affecting his consciousness, though they don't appear to have much effect on his vital signs."
Several trained Night Doctors gravely began