After a series of negotiations that were not rigorous and solemn, the healing process of the yokai sage Yakumo Murasaki began.

However, when everything began to actually work, Yakumo had doubts.

「…… Say, what are you going to do?"

Perhaps because the white light of the operating lamp was too dazzling, and even his consciousness was a little dull because of this, the purple lying on the operating table was finally reflected.

But this question is too late to be asked.

The reason why there is such a statement is because Yakumo Purple at this moment is already like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and he can't resist anything.

Her hands and feet were bound with restraints, and she was completely unable to do anything. In other words, even if Bayi Yonglin wants to do anything to her now, Zi can only endure it.

――――Of course. This book is for all ages, not adults, so don't expect anything over-the-top.

…… At least not in the main story.

Yonglin, who was looking for something on the side, heard Zi's question and immediately stopped what she was doing.

I don't know if it was because the light was too strong, Zi felt that Yonglin, who turned to face her, was also shrouded in a shadow that she couldn't see through at the moment on her delicate face.

"What do you ask me to do?"

Yonglin, who tilted her head to look at the purple like a girl with her chin on her chin, asked in a strange tone.

The lukewarm, indistinguishable tone was really far from Bayi Yonglin's usual gentle tone, and it also made Zi's mood tense.

However, although there was a little apprehension in her heart, Purple still tried to bow her head with a calm attitude. It's just that she probably didn't realize that she was tied to the operating table, and no matter what, she couldn't keep what was a precious thing called majesty.

"Do you need to talk about that? Of course, it's to help you heal."

As she spoke, Yonglin suddenly showed an unbelievably cheerful smile.

"That's not the right answer!"

However, contrary to the magnificence of that smile, Yakumo Murasaki roared in panic.

"I'm not sick! I came to you because I wanted to ask Yonglin for your help to solve the fact that I have become more and more disrespected recently! I'm normal!"

In the face of the emotionally charged big monster who asserted his normality, Yonglin just looked at her with gentle eyes.

…… I don't know if it's an illusion, although there is a gentle look in the light gray eyes, but there seems to be teasing and malicious emotions hidden in the depths of the iris.

The big monster who is very sensitive to malice may have unconsciously noticed the shadow under Yonglin's surface and was so alarmed.

"You know what? Miss Zi, drunk people generally say they are not drunk."

"Don't fool me with that riddle! And I'm a youkai, not a human!"

Purple's violent reaction may have finally helped, Yonglin blinked in annoyance as Masaki explained to her.

「…… Maybe you're not human, but I can say with the doctor's eye that you need treatment. Miss Purple."

I don't know if Yonglin's serious attitude played a role, and Zi's mood became a little calmer.

「…… It's still a little hard to accept, but let me ask you how you want to do it?"

"Well...... Let me find ......."

Before the words fell, Yonglin began to look for something as he had just done.

From Zi's perspective, it was impossible to see what Yonglin's hand was picking and turning into, but listening to the cold sound of the metal colliding with each other, her heart was still shrouded in an ominous premonition.

"Oh, I found it."

With a proud declaration, Yonglin happily lifted what he was looking for.

"Look."

Not only that, but she also proudly showed it to the immobile Purple.

It was a flawless blade with a chilling sheen. It is commonly known as a scalpel.

It's a pity that compared to Yonglin, whose eyebrows are flying, Zi is a little difficult to understand.

"W-What is this?"

"Huh? It's a scalpel."

Yonglin's eyes widened in confusion, as if he didn't understand why the big monster in front of him would ask such a stupid question. However, driven by I don't know whether it was out of kindness or malice, she still kindly explained it.

"And it's a special model. Sometimes the scalpel used by ordinary humans can't even cut through the skin of a monster, so this is the best of the best, and even diamonds can cut through it.

"Whew, shhh...... What the hell!"

Purple couldn't help but shout.

It's no wonder she reacts this way, because there's really no reassuring element. I'm afraid not many people will like something too sharp, especially when the blade is still going to cut their body.

Yonglin's explanation probably doesn't mean anything other than letting Zi understand that the other party is now holding an invincible killing weapon in his hand.

"It's not right to kill!"

"What are you talking about...... I'm a doctor and I'm not a murderer, I'm just going to cut open your skull."

A serious monster who tells the mistake of killing, and a doctor who cuts out other people's skulls with a smile on his face. This inverted state of affairs would make one wonder if something must have gone wrong with one's sanity.

However, for Yakumo Murasaki, now is the time when her life is at stake.

"The act of cutting open someone's skull is called murder! Do you understand?"

"That's a hurtful statement."

Hearing this, Yonglin suddenly showed a somewhat sad expression.

But it was only for a moment, and then the corners of her mouth showed a smile as gorgeous as a girl with a little sly.

"I'm here to help you solve the problem of majesty."

"By slicing my head open?!"

Zi's questioning cannot be described as righteous words, but unfortunately, Yonglin also has a very deep reason.

"That's right. From the time I met you today, you didn't seem normal, I'm afraid there was something wrong with your mind. It's not that there is no drug therapy, but Miss Zi, didn't you say that you never take medicine? I'll have to fix it physically."

Well, of course, the so-called physical level is a craniotomy.

"Don't, don't, don't! I take medicine, I take medicine!"

The youkai sage, who never took medicine, finally made a change, but it was too late.

"Alas, the current medicine is too slow, and it requires a certain course of treatment, so it is better to have a craniotomy a little faster, and with the constitution of the monster, it will heal soon. Just let me cut your head open, and you'll be able to regain your majesty tonight."

At the end of speaking, Yonglin said to Zi Gu in a persuasive tone.

However, Purple was unmoved. It should be said that it is the same for everyone.

"What! I don't want the majesty that I need to cut open my head in exchange for!"

"What are you talking about? How can a monster sage not have majesty?"

Seeing that his gentle persuasion was fruitless, Yonglin entered the cold-faced doctor mode.

As a healer who worries about the patient, as long as it is for the patient, then all actions are understandable--she swears that she absolutely did not mean to tease Yakumo.

「…… And also...... Actually, you have inhaled the anesthetic mist just now, and you will fall asleep soon, but don't worry. Soon it was over. I swear with the dignity of a doctor that there will be no pain, no scars afterwards, just a good sleep."

"I can't just think I've slept once!"

With that, Purple began to struggle. Unfortunately, it didn't work.

Each of the restraints that bound her limbs could withstand more than a hundred tons of impact, and the operating table was very sturdy. And for some reason, this clinic also has a strict space prohibition technique, in other words...... Yakumo purple wings are difficult to fly.

Maybe it's because Yonglin had anticipated the current situation.

What Yonglin said about the anesthetic mist was probably not a lie, because Zi felt that her eyelids were very heavy from just now, and her brain was enveloped by a heavy feeling of lethargy.

But she always used her willpower to fight against her instinct to sleep--for she doubted that she would ever be able to open her eyes again.

But on the other hand, Yonglin doesn't seem to plan to talk nonsense with her anymore. She calmly stretched the scalpel towards Zi's forehead, and the smooth movements did not stop at all.

"Help!"

Fear overwhelmed Purple, and she let out a mournful cry.

…… But it's really hard to say who will be in this Eternal Pavilion.