“…… The bones and muscles of the whole body have been very badly injured, but they should have taken the relevant potions in time, and most of them have recovered - it is because of this that the head of the family said that Mr. McLean is not worried about his life. ”

"So, the biggest problem right now is the overdraft caused by the overuse of magic...... And it's quite a serious one. I've given him the vitality tonic just now, but apparently I haven't seen any effect so far. ”

At Maca's bedside, Lady Michelle, the current therapist of the Blois family, is telling everyone about her diagnosis.

Mrs. Michelle is a veteran therapist, and in terms of the level of treatment, she is definitely no worse than any therapist in St. Mungo's in the past. However, it seems that she is also a little helpless against Maca, who is in a coma.

To be honest, Mrs. Michelle, who traveled the world to gain experience in treatment when she was younger, has experienced quite a few patients, and she has not encountered cases of fainting due to excessive spells.

However, to say that a situation as serious as Maca was, she really hadn't even heard of it.

You must know that everyone's body has a self-protection mechanism, and once it reaches the level of exceeding its own limit, then that person will quickly lose consciousness.

However, the situation of Maca is different.

He was also unconscious in the end, but before that, his mind was already overdrawn to the point where he had already exceeded his normal limits.

Of course, if this is because Maca is extremely strong-willed, it makes sense. But the problem is that not only is his spiritual power extremely depleted, but even his magic power is also almost exhausted.

In this case, such as the vitality tonic, which is based on the magic power of the user, will naturally not be effective at all.

"Mrs. Michelle, the general situation is understood, excuse me."

After listening to the other party's analysis, Monsieur Blois nodded at her - everywhere, the "healer" who heals and saves people is always respected, and this is true even in Fort Blois.

And Madame Michel, when she heard Blois say this, stood up and said with a slight salute:

"I'm willing to serve the head of the family, although I don't seem to be able to help much this time...... Then I'll go out first. ”

When the therapist in charge of diagnosing Maca left the room, the friends gathered around Maca's bed again, and all looked at his still pale and bloodless face worriedly.

"Mr. Blois, may I ask you...... Is it Helbo? ”

The person who asked this question was Delphi. It's just that her question can't be regarded as a question anymore, she just wants to reconfirm it through Willy's father's answer.

In the case that no one knows when Maca will wake up, she Delphi will definitely not spare that guy Helbo.

Even now, she's just a Muggle who can't even put a levitation charm.

"Helmo......" said Mr. Blois after a moment's pause, "who else but him can force Mr. McLean into such a situation?" ”

As someone who had just fought alongside Maca, his answer was more of an exclamation.

To say that Blois's strength can already be called the top of this era, but if it wasn't for Maca who first restricted Helbo's movements for him, and then resisted the giant fire snake on his behalf, he probably wouldn't have been able to connect with Helpo.

Even after that, although he did succeed in completing the sealing magic, in the end, when Maca was unconscious and he was the only one left on the scene, he found that he could do nothing but take Maca away.

No amount of magic could do any damage to Helbo, even if the opponent was a living target that could not move.

Knowing that most of the other party would soon break free from the seal, Blois had no choice but to hurry back with Maca, who was unconscious.

It must be said that the huge gap between him and Helmau has made Blois wonder if something is wrong with the world.

After a long silence, Mr. Blois finally left Maca's room first, leaving a group of young people, including his daughter Willy, to accompany Maca silently.

And he, as the head of the Blois family, must be busy next.

"The seal will last for a few more hours at most...... And what happens after that is completely unknown. ”

Whispering to himself, Mr. Blois straightened his collar and walked briskly away from the tower along the stairs not far away.

……

Maca had a dream, a dream that he felt so nostalgic.

In this dream, he still lived in the loft of the bar east of Topoint, going out late and returning early every day, living a life of day and night reversed.

Truth be told, such days are actually very tiring, and the heavy humidity of the port city makes the bedding damp all year round. Even if he only sleeps in the drier day, it is difficult to completely eliminate the fatigue that has accumulated all night.

And this dream seemed surprisingly real, for he did feel a deep exhaustion that seemed to linger.

It wasn't until he came down from the attic and said hello to Uncle Anglo, who was marinating fish in the back kitchen of the bar and preparing for the business, that he was awakened by the "Uncle Anglo" in his dream, dressed in a female wizard's robe trimmed with pink lace, brandishing a magic wand to cook the unknown meal.

"Oh!"

Maca, who opened her eyes suddenly, startled Hermione and the others, who had been guarding the bedside - perhaps because Mrs. Michelle's helpless appearance deepened everyone's uneasiness, but they didn't expect that Maca woke up much earlier than they expected.

"Maka, you...... You okay? ”

Hearing Hermione's inquiry, Maca, who still had the woman's bearded uncle in her mind, finally put it behind her head and turned her head a little hard to look.

"Well, it's all right—" Maca said, but quickly sighed again, "I wanted to say that, but alas...... The way I look now, it won't be convincing, right? ”

"Maca!" Willy pursed her lips and called him out a little complainingly.

Seeing this, Maca had to smile helplessly after looking around at so many faces beside the bed.

"It's not good," he said honestly, "though I'm still back anyway - thanks to your father, but ...... next."

As he spoke, he could only shake his head slightly weakly.

“…… I'm afraid I won't be able to recover my strength in a short period of time. ”