Let us turn the clock back ten seconds:
"Both sides began their charge!
Tristan launched a Lance strike against Sovell!
Sovell launched a powerful Lance strike against Tristan!
Hit!
Hit!
Sovell used powerful hip strength (dragon).
Tristan used Ordinary Hip Strength (human).
Tristan's attack had no effect.
Sovell's attack was super effective!
Tristan was unhorsed by Sovell.
Sovell won."
"That's how it happened."
Sovell spread his hands and explained everything that had just happened to Tristan, who had only just climbed to his feet.
"Ah... now I remember."
At Sovell's reminder, Tristan shook his head, then glanced at his bare left shoulder. The unpleasant memories immediately came flooding back:
He knocked the shield off my shoulder in a single exchange.
Then my upper body felt like I'd ridden straight into a wall at full gallop.
Ah...
That hurts...
I can't even feel my hips anymore...
How depressing.
Watching Tristan clutch his hip with a frown, Sovell immediately understood what was wrong.
He walked over and gently pressed his index and middle fingers against Tristan's hip, a blue-green light flickering at his fingertips:
"Doesn't hurt anymore, does it?"
Then Tristan slowly tried turning his waist. Just as Sovell had said, the pain really had vanished.
He spoke with a note of wonder:
"Magecraft really is miraculous."
Hearing this, Sovell raised an eyebrow and joked:
"It's only a single-action Healing Magecraft spell, a little trick as basic as they come.
What, tempted? Think about it. Want me to teach you a few things?"
Tristan smiled helplessly and shook his head before replying:
"I'm already in my twenties or thirties. How much could I learn starting now? For people like us, who only know how to fight, we'd be better off honing our martial skills