The Failure Alchemist of the Royal Capital ~My Job Is a Failure So, I’ll Manage My Store Carefreely.~

alchemist!” I shouted as more of a statement to persuade myself than to inform Letia.

“He had some of his internal organs taken away.
I’ll be using a high potion.”

Having said that, I proceeded to apply the high potion on the wound.
The missing internal organs bulged up, regained their original form, then settled tidily in the stomach.
Afterward, the muscle, flesh, fat, and skin covered the wound, making the bloody scar a thing of the past.

“……Ha!”

Mark breathed heavily, seemingly relieved that the violent pain was gone.
After a few rough breaths, his breathing gradually settled down… He was all right now.

“Mark!”

Letia hugged Mark, her shoulders trembling as she wept.

“I thought you were done for…”

Mark stretched out his arm and patted Letia on her head.

“…Dummy.
If I’m not here, no one’s going to be looking after you.”

Letia buried her face into Mark’s chest.

“Ojou!”

Marcus, who had been making more potions, came running as he pushed his way through the crowd of people.

“Marcus! We still need more potions! Help me hand them out too!” I instructed Markus as he came over.

Marcus began to distribute potions, responding to those who called out around him.

I see the wounded combatants.
I see the rampaging monster trample on the combatants while they were full of wounds.

“…Oh fairies, oh spirits, oh spirit king.
Is it only possible for me to take care of those who are hurt?”

I can only be a rearguard.
The only thing I can do is to help one recover after being hurt.
It’s saddening for me to see people get hurt.
I painfully pressed against my heart, as if their pain was my pain.
When a trickle of tears rolled down my cheek and fell onto a small leaf, which could be seen as a weed growing from the ground.

I heard a voice in my head.

“……Daisy.
What are you crying about?”

My surroundings were covered in a green light, then a solemn yet gentle voice resounded in my head.

“‘I don’t have the strength to protect everyone.
Is it perhaps because I’m a child? I’m saddened to see everyone get hurt and suffer.”

The strong green light soon took the form of a man—a grown man with leaf-like wings.
He had long hair and he wore a crown made of woven branches with fresh verdure on his head.

“Don’t cry Daisy, you are not incompetent.
Don’t cry, my dear beloved child… That guy invaded human and monster territory without any discernment and he overly wounded those who should originally be living here.
I am the green spirit king, your grief is my grief.
I shall lend you a hand.”

When the green spirit king announced so, the trees, flowers, and every possible “green verdure” in the area began to glow in an emerald green color.
Then, greenery grew from the ground and trees, ivy with thorns sprouting out, and headed for the behemoth.
The thorny bindings entwined themselves around the behemoth’s body, blocking its movement.
The more the behemoth struggled to break free of the bindings, the tighter they became, tormenting the beast.
Thus, making it impossible for the behemoth to move its horns and fangs—its greatest weapon.

“““Now!”””

The mages of the mage corps and the adventurers released their magic all at once.
Although the bindings were damaged by the magic, they regenerated once again.

“This is payback for Mark!”

Letia, who had recovered, ran towards the behemoth.
She leaped high in front of the bound beast and thrust her sword with all her body weight and pierced into its forehead.
The blade penetrated the beast’s skull and destroyed the insides of the head.

Thud… the beast collapsed, blowing up a cloud of dust.

When the behemoth collapsed, the ivy that bound the beast loosened and went back into the ground, eventually disappearing from the surface.

“Daisy, my dear child.
There is nothing for you to cry for anymore… well then.”

The green spirit king wiped away the trace of tears on my cheeks and disappeared, seemingly dissolving into thin air.