Chapter 381: Let Me Feel Your Legs
A white-clad Sarkaz doctor walked out, supported by another Sarkaz with dark clothing and long horns. Steven had been itching to comment on them for a while now—one white, one black, plus a golden-haired girl… what kind of bizarre team composition was this supposed to be?
Out of the three, two were medics. Which meant the only one who could actually fight was Margaret.
Seriously, wasn't that a bit of a problem? What if they ran out of firepower mid-battle?
But then again, considering that Shining wielded a longsword despite being a medical operator—looking more like a front-line guard than some healer—perhaps calling her "support" wasn't all that accurate to begin with.
In any case, as long as they were used to it, it was fine. If such a team could work together and move as one, that was already a good thing, wasn't it?
Quietly walking up to the Sarkaz girl named Liz, Steven took over her wheelchair from Shining, placing his hands gently on the handles before pushing her toward Margaret.
"By the way," he asked casually, "did you always get pushed around like this? Doesn't that get in the way during your missions?"
He crouched down slightly, smiling as he met Liz's gaze. There was no trace of pity or disdain in his eyes—only a relaxed, teasing warmth, the kind you'd share with a close friend.
"A little." Liz replied with a soft smile. "Still, even when I'm like this, we've somehow managed traveled across so many lands together."
Her gentle expression reminded Steven of Alina on the snowfields. They even shared a similar aura—the quiet, kind-hearted sort that made people instinctively want to protect them.
And that, perhaps, gave Steven one more reason to help her recover. A girl this kind and adorable… to spend her whole life confined to a wheelchair—it was far too cruel a fate.
Without much ceremony, he lifted the hem of Liz's skirt a little, his eyes tracing her slender, pale legs—beautiful yet frail, the kind of fragility that spoke of long illness rather than weakness.
It was clear someone had been taking good care of her. Despite her condition, her legs hadn't atrophied like those of someone long paralyzed. That would make his job easier.
"So," he said as he inspected her condition, "you've got my payment ready, right? We had a deal—if I manage to cure her, you'd better treat me to a proper meal or two. Can't have me working for free, you know?"
He spoke lightheartedly, glancing up at Margaret, whose golden eyes gleamed with expectation. The mood eased a little under his banter.
"Of course," Margaret nodded firmly. "A promise made is a promise kept. But right now… please, Steve, I just ask that you help my companion."
Even Rhodes Island's top medics had struggled with Liz's condition. And despite being exceptional healers themselves, both Liz and Shining were bound by that timeless irony—healers cannot heal themselves.
Kal'tsit had once said it too: if there was anyone who might restore Liz's ability to stand and walk again, it was this boy. His miracles were well-known across Rhodes Island; his reputation as a "mystical healer" was no exaggeration.
"Relax," Steven said with a small grin. "This'll be over before you know it."
Without further hesitation, he reached into his inventory and pulled out a vial of Splash Potion of Regeneration. Pouring some into his palm, he spread the shimmering liquid evenly across Liz's bare calves, letting the faint glow of alchemy ripple gently against her smooth, porcelain skin.
The girl's skin was so soft it looked like even a breath could bruise it.
Steven hadn't meant to linger on the sensation—but once his hand brushed against that delicate surface, it was hard not to feel his heart skip a beat.
Still, all he needed to do was spread the potion evenly. Nothing more. The rest would depend on her body's own healing.
He wasn't about to take advantage of the situation. Whatever else he was, he was still a healer at heart—and a healer didn't exploit a patient, no matter how pretty she was.
The regenerative potion sank quickly into Liz's skin, its glow fading as her body absorbed it. Then, like a current of fire, a wave of heat coursed through her legs.
Her eyes, which had held little expectation moments before, suddenly widened, bright with disbelief.
This warmth—this burning, living warmth—was nothing like the sharp pain she usually felt when she tried to move her paralyzed limbs. It was… alive. Magical. As though some hidden force was awakening her long-numb nerves.
And she was certain—this was no Originium-based phenomenon.
As someone who'd spent years mastering Originium medicine, Liz could tell immediately that whatever power flowed from this potion, it carried no trace of that familiar energy. It was something different—something deeper.
Within seconds, her rigid, puppet-like legs began to respond.
And for the first time in years, Liz felt the strength in her lower body.
Her hands trembled as she pressed against the wheelchair's armrests, pushing herself upward.
She hadn't expected it to work. She hadn't even dared to hope.
But before she knew it—she was standing.
Her feet were planted firmly on the ground, her knees steady beneath her. The solid weight of her own body—something she thought she'd lost forever—made her feel as though she were dreaming.
This moment… the one that had only ever existed in her dreams… had become reality.
Her legs had healed. From now on, she would no longer need that chair. She could walk, run, and feel the earth beneath her feet again—on her own.
And all of it was thanks to the black-haired boy standing before her, and the mysterious potion he had so casually applied.
"...So this is what Dr. Kal'tsit meant," Liz whispered, her voice trembling. "A healing ability that borders on a miracle. I'd heard the medical staff boast about you before, but seeing it in person is… overwhelming."
Qui'saršinnag and Margaret had both been watching the entire scene in stunned silence.
They knew how severe Liz's condition was—how even Rhodes Island's best had struggled to make any progress.
Yet this boy had undone years of hopelessness in mere moments.
"Of course," Steven replied with a smirk, wiping at the nonexistent sweat on his forehead. "When I say I'll fix something, I fix it. There's nothing I can't handle, you know?"
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Qui'saršinnag:
Qui'saršinnag is Shining's real name.
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