"He can't do it either. Annabella straightened up, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and shook her head slightly. This is her last patient, everyone's wounds have been treated, many are still alive, but many are not alive - this person is like this.

In front of her lay an Indigenous hunter, his injuries did not look serious, except for large and small abrasions and bruises on his body, only a deep enough wound on his thigh, bubbling with dark red blood.

But it was the only wound that killed him—the one that happened to cut the major artery in his leg, and with Annabella's mana, it was impossible to heal such a fatal wound.

Watching his deep ochre-red skin gradually turn gray and finally turn pale, Annabella was helpless about it. It saddened her.

The hunter was a strong man, and the wound would kill him for a moment—but it was only a matter of time. His wound was a laceration from the animal's claws, with irregular edges that could not be physically stopped. Therefore, his over-strength physique only caused him to suffer in vain.

Originally, Annabella was not proficient in medicine, but these days she has asked Faust a lot of first aid things, so that she can see the man's injuries at a glance. That's not a good thing, though – what could be more painful for a doctor than watching a patient die step by step?

Although Annabella is not a real doctor, and the man in front of her is not a real patient, the feelings of the people are generally the same.

This feeling of powerlessness made Annabella feel sad and even annoyed. She thought to herself, how nice it would be if she didn't know how to heal spells, and how nice it would be if she chose to be a wizard of destruction...... In that case, you don't have to face this situation.

But she knew that it was impossible, and the threshold for the Department of Destruction was much higher—both in terms of tuition and difficulty, it was far from being comparable to the Department of Life.

Damn, she gritted her teeth secretly, and her chaotic thinking did not divert her attention, but made her feel more powerless and helpless.

"I—Will I be okay?" the man's consciousness was unexpectedly clear, and he seemed to notice that he was bleeding a little heavily, and asked Annabella a little nervously.

Annabella stroked the hair on her forehead and smiled at him reluctantly, "It's okay, you're just losing too much blood, just rest more, by the way......" Annabella wanted to say something, but the man had already started to giggle.

"It's okay, it's okay...... it's okay" His mood seemed to improve, and his gray face also blushed, "I thought I was going to be finished, but when I thought about it, I still have two children to raise......"

Speaking of the child, he suddenly choked, his eyes dimmed, and he interrupted the topic stiffly, "...... Miss, do you know when the Great Hunt will end?" he was silent for a moment, as if he could not stand the heavy atmosphere, and spoke again.

"I ...... too It's almost over, let's win this one, and there will be no big hunts in the future. Annabella wanted to tell the truth, but after looking at the pool of blood spreading under her feet, she finally didn't say it.

"That's good, that's good......" The man's gaze drifted towards the top of the cave, his eyes already starting to drift apart, but he didn't feel it himself—the lack of blood in his brain had caused him to have a problem with his judgment.

If the hunt is over, your children will be able to grow up happily......, right? If they survive this time. The man thought wildly.

He vaguely heard the beautiful young lady say something, and her hands seemed to be shrouded in a pale yellow light, which made people drowsy......

Annabella wiped the sweat from her forehead again, and the atmosphere may have been hopeful for the man—the old chief's shouting was still full of energy, the fighting became quieter, and the hunters around him, who were less injured, even began to talk and laugh......

But Annabella, who vaguely guessed the truth of the matter, only felt heavy—she had had a lot of communication with Faust in the past month, and she knew who this erudite and elegant Mr. Faustus was.

Monsieur Faustus was a typical aristocrat, one might even say a respectable one - he had no bad habits, appeared restrained and gentle, and was very learned.

But at the very core, at the bottom, he was still an aristocrat - he did not treat commoners as human beings, but as a kind of property. The difference is that the value of this property is very vague, and these indigenous people ...... Annabella thought sadly that they were not even recognized by Faust as property.

Therefore, their fate is to die in this or the next battle under Faust's plan, and to die for the "property" that Faust recognizes in the town.

This made her feel even more powerless - after all, a wizard of her level was not enough to get rid of her civilian status. In other words, in the eyes of other nobles, she is just a "property" that can be marked and subscribed, perhaps more valuable, but she is not a person after all.

What annoyed her the most was that not only was she powerless to change the situation, but she couldn't even keep the man in front of her alive until the next battle—just like Gaunt and Jebido.

She knew from the beginning that adventurers would probably end no good, but she just wanted her companions to survive to the next, to the next, and even to the last battle......

The feeling of being delusional was not pleasant, and this was what she knew from the beginning.

All she could do now was put the man to sleep, and end his life in his sweet dream that all bad things were about to end. And Annabella has long known that the bad things in the world will never end.

She was tired, and she wanted to live her own life with Reinhardt in a small town, open a second bakery, and live her own little life - in that fairytale town, all bad things will eventually end.

Realistically, the small town of Marula under Monsieur Faustus might have been just as good as that - she believed that if Monsieur Faustus had been willing, they would not have seen anything bad for the rest of their lives. It's a short distance from her dream, but it's acceptable – that's the reality after all.

She sighed, Reinhardt seemed to be a lot more normal lately, if it could make him realize the reality...... Annabella thought that in the last mission of Professor Pacion, she and Reinhardt could get a lot of gold, and maybe they could buy a piece of land and become the owner of the manor with peace of mind......

"What's that?" a cry of surprise pulled Annabella out of her dream, and she looked back blankly, only to see purple tentacles blooming like flowers, and splattering slime.

Her mind was still in the manor of her dreams—she was still hesitating whether Reinhardt and her bedroom would have a dark brown or burgundy floor.

It's a question she'll probably never get an answer to.