“No, no, I’m an elf princess, not a god.” Claire didn’t sense any magic fluctuations, simply because I am somewhat special.
The so-called magic fluctuations refer to the abnormal flow of elements that occur when using magic, which is why Claire previously noticed Fia using ‘Wind of Detection.’
As for the concept of magic, Fia didn’t refute it.
When technology reaches a certain level, especially with the advent of nanorobots, it becomes indistinguishable from magic.
However, since the foundation of nanorobots isn’t magic, Claire couldn’t sense any magic fluctuations at all.
But compared to Claire’s surprise, Fia was even more astonished.
Despite having the body of an elf princess, she still had nanorobots within her.
This world is truly unfathomable—oh well, I’ll study it slowly when I have time later.
Ah.
Wait! In that moment, Fia suddenly understood why she had no need to expel impurities.
It must be the nanorobots in her body causing this.
However, Fia wasn’t keen on imagining the process of how they worked.
For her, knowing she wouldn’t have to worry about the issue of picking flowers was enough, as it eliminated a major hassle.
Skipping over the key point, Fia touched the fingertip that had been cut by the silver dagger earlier.
The wound had already healed by the time it bled.
While Fia was pondering, Claire bent down to carefully examine the man’s wounds.
The incredulity on her face hadn’t diminished in the slightest, her mouth slightly agape, and her deep green eyes filled with shock.
“Not even a scar remains.
If it weren’t for the different skin texture, you wouldn’t be able to tell he was ever injured.
Unbelievable… Although healing magic of this level isn’t unheard of, it would require at least a fourth-tier spell, and yet I didn’t sense any magic fluctuations.
If little Fia deliberately concealed the magic fluctuations, then little Fia must be…”
“No, no, no, I’m really not a god, and has Claire ever seen a god as unruly as me?” Fia waved her hands in denial.
Being regarded as a god was truly too much praise.
“Was it that drop of blood just now? The blood of an elf princess has the power to bring someone back to life, no wonder humans won’t let go of Fia.” After speaking, Claire seemed to remember something, her expression turning serious, “I swear by the name of Claire, I will keep this secret and take what I saw to the grave.”
“Uh… there’s no need to go that far.” Not knowing what to say, Fia could only smile wryly, “If Claire encounters a situation where you have to speak out, it’s better to do so.”
“Wouldn’t that just transfer the danger to little Fia? No way, you’re the only one who isn’t afraid of or forgets me.”
Claire’s expression was filled with determination.
It seemed impossible to persuade her otherwise.
Fia felt a headache coming on.
Better change the subject.
“Should we call that girl in now?”
“Yes, I’ll go notify them.”
Without hesitation, Claire quickly brought the anxious people waiting outside the tent inside.
To Fia’s dismay, when the girl confirmed her father had been brought back to life, she immediately threw herself at Fia’s feet, hugging Fia’s leg and crying with gratitude.
Although Fia felt this was only natural, being thanked so tearfully by a girl hugging her leg made Fia quite embarrassed.
“Thank you, Miss Fia! Thank you, Miss Fia!!”
“Hey, someone saved your father, shouldn’t you offer a reward?”
The leader beside her reminded.
The girl suddenly realized, hurriedly pulling out a dirty cloth bag.
Although the bag looked deflated, it was clear it contained coins.
The girl held the bag up with both hands, offering it to Fia, her bright eyes filled with gratitude and sincerity.
“This, this is all we have, though it’s not much… please don’t despise it.
I’ll find a way to pay the remaining treatment costs!”
Fia hesitated for a moment.
“Well… alright, I’ll accept it, but you don’t need to give me the remaining part, give it to Doctor Claire.
Your father has lost a lot of blood and needs long-term care, don’t let him get hurt again.”
“Thank you!”
With that, Fia accepted the bag.
Of course, she didn’t intend to actually take the girl’s money.
The reason she accepted the bag was just for show.
She planned to secretly give the money to the leader Claire knew, so he could find a way to return it to the girl.
From Fia’s observation, the leader here seemed fierce but was actually a good person—at least he cared about the father and daughter, otherwise, he wouldn’t have ignored the shouting man outside and let Claire come to treat someone who was clearly beyond saving.
After the other men carried the girl’s father away, only Claire, Fia, and the leader of the slum remained in the tent.
The burly man scratched his head, awkwardly smiling at Claire.
“Sorry, Claire, that girl mistook the person, it was clearly you who healed that guy.”
“The one who truly healed the girl’s father was little Fia.
With injuries of that severity, even I would be powerless.
I forgot to introduce you, Fia is a friend I met a long time ago.
Although she’s an elf, she has no intention of harming humans.”
The man’s eyes widened as he looked at Fia, his deep voice filled with amazement.
“Oh, oh!! You must be a magic chanter! So young, yet with healing magic more powerful than the temple! I thank you on behalf of that bastard who walked through the gates of hell.”
“Ahaha… it was just a small effort.”
Being thanked repeatedly, Fia couldn’t help but blush, her gaze shifting aside, and her fingers instinctively twirling her white hair.
Such an experience was quite novel for her.
“How’s the person outside with the dark plague? I remember treating him a few days ago.”
Hearing about the dark plague, the leader’s expression immediately darkened, crossing his thick arms over his chest and sighing helplessly.
“His whole body has turned black, if it flares up again, there’s no saving him.”
