Monia is busy, very, very busy.

Five days had passed since that terrible battle, and after picking up the bones from the embers of the fire, the elves did not stop in this land that had endured too much pain and suffering, nor did they go to the top of the mountains that seemed to be within reach—the spirits of the devastated elves had moved away from the official roads, away from the people, and rested on an inconspicuous mountain, like wounded beasts, silently licking their wounds, waiting for time to pass.

And while waiting, the busiest person is none other than Monia, the little mage.

According to the normal recovery speed, whether it is the elven warrior who is covered in bruises, or the miserable Ishidamel who is burned by the flame of divine punishment, it will take at least ten days and half a month to recover from the injuries - but it is not easy to annihilate the living forces mobilized by the enemy, and they do not have so much time to wait for the other party to re-recruit manpower, calmly lay down a line of defense, and ambush in all corners of the path.

Time is of the essence.

This proverb of mankind is undoubtedly very appropriate here, in order to better deal with the risks that must exist at the top of the mountains, everyone must adjust in a few days, and then, before the forces of the enemy have been mobilized, rush open the gates of the top of the mountains and pay homage to the lord of the throne.

In addition to the treatment and preparation of herbs, mages also play a vital role in quickly healing wounds - in the Elven Forest, Monia once spent a lot of energy specializing in natural spells from the Imperial period, and most of the spells left over from the First Age are flashy, but they only have unique insights in the medical field. Thanks to this, her healing ability is not much weaker than that of ordinary priests.

So, naturally, the little mage who was proficient in healing spells was once again caught.

After the battle, there were a total of twelve people waiting for her to be healed - these people, plus Klaus the Elder of the Forest, the elven princess Isis, and herself, were all the remaining members of the elven legation.

Well...... And two more oil bottles - Gable's little white face and his little maid.

However, even so, there were no more than twenty people still alive, in stark contrast to the huge group of more than forty people at the beginning. Every time she saw this bleak situation, the mage would always think of the familiar faces that had disappeared into the flames, the elven guard who had blocked the deadly sword light for her—and it wasn't until she could no longer open her eyes that Monia had a chance to learn her name through the others.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

More than once, she gazed at the roaring bonfire in the night and sighed faintly.

- Nothing that has passed can be returned, reversing the fate of life and death, even in the oldest and most mysterious legends.

- In the final analysis, all she can grasp is the present.

Thinking of this, Monia carefully untied the bandage that wrapped around the wound, staring at the shocking wound, her pink lips opened and closed slightly, the mysterious and ethereal song of incantations lingered in the small tent, the emerald green light that symbolized vitality and vitality lit up from the mage's slightly pale little hand, and gently stroked the blood scab that had just begun to heal through a layer of air, and the time passed so slowly, the light gradually became weaker, and the blood scab also hardened at an incredible speed, and broke off from the wound before the light was completely extinguished, revealing large patches of pink.

"Alright."

Gently wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, the mage said with a pale face.

Healing spells, natural healing.

This was exactly the spell she had just used.

Monia couldn't be more familiar with this spell - she had been chanting and using it repeatedly for the past few days, including Eastamel, a dozen or so seriously injured numbers had basically healed, and now the one in her hand was the last injured person she needed to treat.

In other words, the time to set off again is approaching.

However, even so, the mage still couldn't let go of the taut strings in her heart - she didn't have even the slightest time to rest and relax after she finished her treatment - as the accompanying mage of the mission, she had to immediately inform the situation and participate in the decision-making.

If it was a little mage at the beginning of the journey, she would have complained twice about this heavy burden, but after experiencing several lives and deaths, and after witnessing the spirit of her fellow elves who regarded death as home, and realizing what kind of consciousness they had, she had more or less changed.

As a person entrusted with her life, she is not qualified to slack off.

Monia got up and staggered slightly—not only because the continuous high-intensity spellcasting had overdrawn her physical strength, but also because the sequelae of the continuous over-the-top spell casting in the previous battle had not healed—even when chanting the spell, she had to devote part of her energy to fighting against the pain that penetrated deep into her soul in order to maintain the stability of the spell, otherwise she would not be able to perform even the most basic trick, let alone natural healing.

Casting spells beyond the level has always been a taboo for spellcasters.

In fact, when the high-ranking mage who walked in the world as Elgar Fastein saw the little mage who had crossed the level to cast the spell get up from the bed early in the morning like a nobody, and cast a healing spell on the seriously injured Isdamel without any obstacles, his whole person was instantly messy.

- What a joke! Is this like a person who has crossed the level and cast a spell? Are elven mages all monsters?

It's a pity that Monia didn't know that the blonde maid was essentially a high-level mage, and the little mage didn't think much about the surprised and inexplicable expression of the maid at that time, thinking that it was the first time the other party saw the subconscious reaction of the healing spell - she trusted her sensing ability quite a lot, and she didn't think about the possibility of the ether vision being deceived at all, otherwise the scene at that time would have been quite interesting.

It's just that missing is always missing, and it wasn't until she was caught in the whirlpool at the top of the mountains that Monia slowly learned about the existence of the Augustan school, as well as ...... What kind of storm is brewing between the ups and downs of the mountains?

Of course, that's for later.

There is naturally only one thing the mage needs to think about now, and that is how to reach the top of the mountains safely.

He knocked on the door frame of the carriage ceremoniously, then drew the curtain of the car door and sat between Easter Mer and Klaus.

"What about Isis?" Frowning slightly, she asked.

"Her Royal Highness also has to take care of the wounded," it was the elder of the forest who answered her question, only to see Klaus shake his head, and continued, "Remember the two who were wounded in the first battle?" One of them was killed in battle to protect His Highness Isis, and the remaining child who could not fight blamed himself and caused conflicts. ”

"Self-blame?" Monia groaned slightly, and soon understood the reason - when everyone else was fighting bloodily, they could only watch helplessly from the sidelines, and became a drag, and it became a drag - it was not easy for anyone to encounter such a situation, especially if her companion died in front of her.

Wait a minute! Die?

It's her......

The mage suddenly remembered the mother who had lost her legs and her daughter in the carriage, and his heart couldn't help but feel astringent.

"Well, it's also a kind of exercise for His Highness." Klaus nodded, and instead of continuing the topic, he asked, "Your Excellency, have you dealt with all the wounded over there?" ”

"It's basically fine." The mage replied, "If you need to, you can leave tomorrow." ”

"Tomorrow's words...... It should be too late. The elven swordsman who had not spoken, Isdamel, whose eyebrows and hair had been burned, said, his voice was slightly hoarse, and it seemed that he had not fully recovered, "In terms of time, it is impossible for the nobles of the country of mountains to mobilize the power of ambush without three or five days, and I believe that the one on the throne of the mountains will have some means of checks and balances. ”

He assumed that the cavalry regiment disguised as a friendly army had not been destroyed and would be able to relay the news in time. It's just that this assumption itself is a false proposition, the first corps of the Second Army has long been buried deep in the earth and has no ability to deliver news at all-although the church nobles can guess the final outcome of the cavalry regiment, but even if they guess, the Lionheart, who has not received specific information, does not dare to act rashly.

"I agree with that." Lin Zhong Elder seconded.

"In that case, let's leave tomorrow." Monia didn't deny it, on the one hand, she didn't have a better plan for the time being, and on the other hand, she was too tired, although it wasn't early, but she could have an ideal sleep, "How many days will it take to get from us to the top of the mountains?" ”

"Three days." Esta Mer said, turning her gaze to Klaus, "Elder, I still want you to inform Her Highness of what we are discussing. ”

"May it be for this life." The elder in the forest didn't refuse—in fact, logically speaking, it would be better for Monia, who is also a woman, to do such a thing, but everyone has seen the hard work of the little mage these days, and it is good to help someone else do something like this.

After all...... Still a child.

Although no one really treats her as a child anymore.

"Alright, that's the end of it." The elven swordsman who was the leader clapped his hands, then got up, "Everyone rest early." ”

"Hmm." Monia replied lightly, of course she knew who she was saying this, and in her position, there was no reason to refuse.

- I just don't know why, I have a bad premonition that always haunts my heart.