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"Golden Archer, hurry! We must go!"

After picking up the great sword, the magic items, and the storage ring Leonardo gifted me, I see that Yair approaches with his men.

"From today onwards, the White Serpent guild has its days numbered. But we do not go unscathed. My armor and that of my comrades are shattered. We must retreat now before the worst happens" Alex summarily explained what happened.

"Are we authorized to stand down?"

Orders are orders. No matter how wounded you are, if you don't receive clearance to leave the position, then you may as well face treason charges and die behind bars for fleeing from the battle front.

"If it were not the case that the Admiral General himself ordered me to escort you, I would not have come here." Yair spoke quickly, wanting to get out of here before his enemies took advantage of his weakness.

"I see, then let's go. I'll follow you," I said, nodding.

"Alright, keep formation! We're getting out of here with all or none!"

Once I found myself in the center of their military formation, I could tell the deteriorated state of their armor. Having to face a mid-ranked guild must have been quite a challenge. Even when their armor is of the highest quality, nothing assures them that they will make it out alive.

They literally put their lives on the line and managed to win.

With their guild master dead and their top talents killed, whether the other members survive or not, they won't be able to maintain the White Snake guild. The biggest proof of this is the contract they hold with the Adventurer's Guild, as if they fail to fulfill it in time, it is very likely that their assets would be confiscated to pay the debt. After that, their guild would be dissolved.

After several minutes, we managed to retreat successfully from the front line.

Although some of us were badly wounded, we could still move, so we were given horses to head towards the rear army.

"Medium Healing"

After getting off the horses, we were greeted by the priests and priestesses, who healed Yair's group wounds. Once this was done, we retreated further until we reached a makeshift camp where the wounded rested, and we were forced to rest.

There is a possibility that we will be called up to fight again regardless of our status. But if that happens, it means that the worst has happened.

Fortunately, such a thing never happened.

The war dragged on for another day, and although Samael Entrial is still alive, he was never seen on the battlefield again. The self-esteem of the Drial Cenit Kingdom army fell to the ground while ours skyrocketed. Because of this, one day after our group retreated, the army of the Drial Cenit kingdom retreated.

"Long live the Castemira kingdom!"

From then on, the atmosphere of celebration could be seen in every corner of the army, with some drinking and some dancing. Everyone wanted to be a part of the party.

But such a thing didn't matter to me. Once I got out of the camp, I looked for a place to change. Then I walked with a firm step towards a certain personalized marker on my map.

***

*Omniscient POV*

Chairs and tables practically appeared under the stones. As soon as the victory of the Castemira kingdom was announced, all the merchants expanded their business toward the rear army to supply the soldiers with food and beer.

Who pays the bill? Of course, the Castemira kingdom. And because of that, everyone ate and drank as if the end of the world was near.

'-The stingy kingdom pays the bill! Give me the most expensive thing you have!' A similar thought came to the thousands of soldiers.

"Calm down, Alessia. Emir must be resting; at any moment he'll be back."

At a certain table, four beautiful women sat down to eat.

"As the saying goes, weeds never die." Miria smiled kindly in Alessia's direction to encourage her.

"That man somehow always manages to find us, so we just have to wait for his arrival" Irina took the mug and poured Alessia a glass of beer.

"I'm not worried; I know him better than anyone else. I'm perfectly fine. I don't know why you suddenly started to cheer me up" Alessia shook her hands, implying that she didn't want to drink.

'- Says the woman who hasn't even touched her plate!' The three annoyed beauties looked at each other and then sighed.

Since they separated from Emir, Alessia has not stopped behaving strangely. When they try to engage her in conversation, she is always distracted. When they make a joke, she smiles, but only for a few seconds. And now that they've handed her a plate of food, she doesn't even have an appetite.

No matter how you look at it, she's worried as hell!

"Miss, may I have this dance piece?" Irina said as she stood up from her seat and gallantly asked Alessia to dance.

"Eh?!"

This took Alessia by surprise. Once she came to herself, she tried to deny the proposal, but Irina held her by the hand and lured her towards the dancing place. There everyone was dancing merrily. A musical group played a jovial melody, inciting people to change partners every so often.

"Do you know how to dance to this kind of music?" Irina asked her as she held Alessia's waist with one hand and her hand with the other.

"Mn, my previous partners used to attend this kind of party a lot."

"That's fine; then I won't hold back," Irina said with a smile.

"Huh?!" Alessia was surprised again.

The dance was not romantic at all; quite on the contrary, it was about fast but simple movements. The purpose of this dance was to move a lot in such a way to cheer up the dancers.

Although it was a bit awkward at first, Alessia quickly began to smile. Especially when everyone switched partners and she returned to Irina's hands after a few seconds.

They were about to start the second round of changing partners when Irina stopped.

"I think he is a better escort than me. I'll leave you with him." Irina takes Alessia's right hand and hands it to her new dance partner.

Hesitantly, Alessia turns around, and then smiles broadly.

"I'm not used to dancing to this kind of music, but if it's for you, I'll make an effort."

"I'll be in your care then," Alessia says as she bows slightly and takes the man's hand in hers.

And so Emir and Alessia began to dance.

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*Omniscient POV*

In a certain medicinal-smelling tent, four men carried a person in an incredibly deteriorated state. This person is a man of about 34 years of age. The worst wound he has on his body is a cut on his abdomen, whose depth makes you think it's a miracle that he is still breathing.

"Leave him on the stretcher and then retire; no one else is allowed besides the wounded." A knight led the escorts away, urging them to leave as soon as possible.

That knight is Victor, and the one behind him is Emilia... or rather Saint Delia. The latter is only 3 steps away from Victor so as to avoid what happened with the elf Erniirí.

"Miss Emilia, everything is in order; you may continue" Victor stepped aside, letting Delia approach the stretcher.

"This is terrible... Only his willpower is keeping him alive... You've done your part; now it's my turn to help you!" Delia clenched her fist to inspire confidence.

With just a glance, Delia understood that this man must be important to the army, since her tent is far away from the war front. In other words, a Traveler teleported him to this place; that's the only possible explanation.

His strong will keeps him alive. With the help of a [Traveler] he got here. And now it's my turn to help!

"...Great Healing" Delia recited the spell with her hands near the wound, and then a warm light came out of them.

The flesh began to heal at great speed, like threads intertwining with each other. After a few seconds, the wound was completely closed. Not even a mark remained in place!

Once the magic was over, the man started breathing normally again.

"Who's next?" Wiping the sweat from her forehead, Delia looked towards the entrance, looking for the next patient.

"That was the last one, miss," Victor smiled and then shook his head.

"Huh? But I'm sure there must be more injured people" Delia tilted her head to the side, looking confused.

"There are, but the rest can be healed by the other priests; there is no one else with wounds of magnitude like that man," Victor pointed to the patient on the stretcher.

Hearing his answer, Delia became a little depressed, as she wanted to continue helping. But then she went back to her usual attitude when she realized that if they don't need her, it means that there is no one struggling between life and death.

Together with Victor, she left the tent, allowing the people outside to visit the patients sleeping on the stretchers.

"Have an MP potion."

After sitting on a nearby chair, Victor hands her an MP potion, which she receives only out of politeness because she doesn't really need it. But she must drink it to avoid suspicion.

Just after she drinks it, some hands come to her shoulders and start massaging them.

Delia: "!!!!"

'- Although everyone thinks I am a priestess, in reality I am a Saint. And as such, I can't allow people to touch me.'

Her life itself is sacred, and to allow third parties to touch her implies a grave breach of religion; she is like a living museum you can see but not touch. There are exceptions, of course. If someone in need requires her assistance, she is willing to stain herself with blood in order to save that person.

The second most important exception is trusted people like family and friends, but for everyone else, touching a Saint is forbidden.

With a sullen face seldom seen, Delia turns around and faces the masseur.

'- Eh! Why is his appearance so strange?' Delia squints her eyes.

'- Haa... Delia, that man is...'

Hearing the spear's words, her serious face immediately disappeared, and in return, a smile blossomed.

"I knew nothing bad would happen to you!"

Seeing Delia's adorable smile, Emir stroked her head without holding back.

If the Solus Temple high ranks saw this, they would cough up blood and faint.