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"No, it's just because you are special."
Airmid explained calmly.
"You are the only one who cuts off the limbs of an enemy who is powerless to resist in front of everyone."
"Of course, what's more important to me is your act of smashing all of Zanis' internal organs without anyone noticing."
"I put a lot of effort into rescuing that scumbag from the brink of death."
"So it was you who did it. I was wondering why that guy had stayed in the prison of the Soma Familia and hadn't died yet."
A look of understanding appeared on Ron's face.
Although she is usually just the poster girl of the Dian Cecht Familia, Airmid is ultimately a top healer with the title of "Silver Saint".
For her, who controls cheat-level healing magic and can single-handedly hold the line against the Floor Master, it is indeed normal for her to do such a thing.
"What a pity! If I had known you would do this, I would have tampered with his heart or brain."
"I don't care about personal grudges."
"But please don't say such bloody and violent words in front of a doctor."
With a helpless sigh, Airmid changed the subject again.
"Tell me your purpose, Mr. Ron."
"You came all the way here, you wouldn't just want to chat with me."
"That's not the case."
Ron replied.
"I come to you as a patient to seek treatment."
"Treatment?"
A look of doubt appeared on Airmid's delicate face.
"Are you ill?"
"Please don't take this opportunity to curse."
Looking at Airmid who was taking the opportunity to retort, Ron stretched out a hand in front of him.
"I've been cursed, see if you can fix it."
"Curse?...Please wait a moment."
After hearing what Ron said, Airmid turned around and started rummaging through the cabinet behind her.
After a few seconds, she took out a bottle of colorful potion that emitted a faint glow and gestured to Ron.
"Have you tried the effect of the panacea?"
"Of course."
Ron replied as he casually took out two bottles of identical medicine from his pocket.
"I usually drink this stuff like water, at least one bottle a day."
"?"
At least one bottle a day, and you really drink it like water.
Airmid looked at Ron strangely, put the panacea back on the cabinet, and walked out from the front desk.
"Since even the panacea doesn't work, it seems like the curse you've been hit by is not just a simple one."
"But don't worry, Mr. Ron. I have encountered curses of this level many times."
"Please follow me. I will help you check the situation in detail."
...
The place where Airmid took Ron was a room deep inside the Dian Cecht Sanatorium.
It is different from those wards which have a few beds for people to rest.
The interior layout of this room is very simple.
A small wooden table, an ordinary chair, and a crystal ball placed on the small table.
Apart from this, there is no other object in this windowless room.
"This is a tool I made through [Mystery], a curse detector."
"I won't go into detail about the effect. You should be able to understand it when you hear the name."
After sitting down on the chair, Airmid introduced the name of the crystal ball while placing her hand on it to fully activate it.
Then she opened the drawer on the table and took out a thin needle.
"Please squeeze a drop of blood onto the curse detector."
"Well... don't worry about that. I want to ask a question first."
After taking a look at the crystal ball in front of him, Ron, who had just taken the needle, suddenly spoke.
"If I break this thing, I don't have to pay for it, right?"
Of course there is no need to lose money.
That's what Airmid was going to say.
As the creator of the curse detector, she naturally understood how powerful the effect of this item was.
but...
Looking at Ron who said this calmly, she hesitated for a moment and then changed her words.
"Give me some money for the materials?"
"Can."
Ron nodded.
He had prepared this money.
In other words, he came here to seek treatment from Loki's Familia because they sent him enough funds.
"Friendly reminder, take explosion-proof measures."
Ron picked up a thin needle and pricked his index finger, then raised his right hand and placed it above the curse detector.
Under the gaze of the two, a drop of blood that looked normal fell on the crystal ball and slowly merged into it.
A few seconds later, just as Airmid breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to analyze the specific condition of this drop of blood.
The crystal ball, which was originally emitting a milky white glow, suddenly turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Oh no!"
Airmid's face changed and he subconsciously ran to the side.
but...
Just as she stood up, cracks began to appear on the curse detector that had turned completely black.
The next moment, a huge explosion sounded.
Boom~!
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