Emotion Taster

Arc 3 Sweet Stinged Acid Ant Format: Chapter 33 - Shade . 1

The bone in my finger was broken, maybe even crushed. In the right hand it was very severe because I forcefully used the hand many times far beyond the limit. In the next moment, the cubit and the clumpers also suffered damage—, especially in the right. Geza stomped on me forcefully where his strength was equivalent to a creature that could split asphalt stones and concrete walls.

The flesh on the left arm was almost completely chopped off, the muscle fibers and various blood vessels had been cut off. I'm sure it's because I could barely feel my left hand. Deep mice penetrate the intestines, splashing blood and tearing internal organs.

I'm not sure I survived all those injuries. Although with extraordinary actions and fast time because of the handling of my body close to the hospital, but the damage I suffered was unnaturally healed. I'm not even surprised that when I wake up my right hand has been amputated because it's too crumpled to be saved.

Yes ... When I said it to Pero, he also casually answered the unexpected.

"All because of magic."

"..."

It is not a healing magic, Pero himself has clearly said not to be able to use it. What he did was the same as before, simple telekinesis to keep my bones from being scattered and to squeeze the splashes of blood from running out. Supporting actions where it is very helpful for medical performance.

Instead of doing magic to keep my body alive, Pero was more difficult to explain to people about the cause of the injuries to the hospital. The hospital system and my family were quite cornered, of course people would be worried to see my chaotic situation almost die.

Time is now quite limited. Rather than Pero explaining all the stories that have been spoken on the basis of cover-ups and lies, he advised me to be skilled at following people's conversations later. Basically, they would all ask me, my details and point of view directly about how I felt both now and when the wound was obtained. I as a victim of an accident have been embedded as the official information of the hospital.

I'm professional enough to understand my feelings. Without needing to be a victim of an accident, I already understood their feelings. So, Pero putting me on the administration list as a road accident victim was a convenience.

Our conversation there seems to be over. From the sound of the steps, Pero and I could tell that there were guests coming to this room. Important information I might have gotten, so the rest was just my ability to improvise.

Peter opened the window next to my bed, he changed his form into a crow and made plans to fly out. Although I'm quite strange, but fortunately the crow demon can overcome easily.

In the embodiment of the change, left behind the casual clothes of adult women in front of the window with one small crow. The clothes are not part of his body, and will certainly be left out when changing shape. Before I could panic and get angry, Pero used telekinesis to carry all the items. The flying crow carrying clothes is strange, but from the beginning I have also been dealing with a crow that can turn into a human.

Peter promised to visit me again at any time, and of course if possible Amalia would also come. For now the situation is still too rowdy by the medical personnel and my family. Conversations about magic certainly still have to be in closed privacy.

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Back to two days ago when Geza had run the battle eliminate any traces. At that hour I was taken out of the animus realm to be immediately handed over to the hospital. So, this is something neither I nor Pero knew.

The sky was still dark, the lobster witch was still running fast even with heavy blood spots on her body. If anyone saw him, the person could feel the pain of his pain, seeing Geza running away leaving a trail of blood in his path.

The first thing he was looking for at the time was certainly his lobster animus partner. Either way, she knows exactly where the lobster demon Amalia previously put in the watery gutter.

Geza was full of injuries and picked up the lobster, he who realized that his position was still around the hospital also continued running. Far away, far away to a place where there might not be anyone passing by in it. Far, far away to the valley area where no lighting rays enter the area.

"Hahgh .. hakh .. gluc, ah ...."

His footsteps slowed down, even now it could be called slower than walking. His legs were being evicted bit by bit, with lobster carried in his jacket pocket, he was still trying to find a safe place.

Sir, it seems like this place is safe enough. If the master continues to force, the wound of the master will get worse and harder to heal.

Geza heard this remark by a telepathy from his stealth lobster witch partner.

"The wounded are not just me, you are also almost gone because of the run out of magic—Uhuk," coughing up blood that cut his sentence. "Hah .. hh .., at least I should be able to find seawater so you can rest more calmly."

Neither .... After I left the sea for so long, my body was used to both land air and fresh water. I don't depend too much on that place now. It is better for the master to rest themselves in order to regenerate molting faster.

"..."

Hearing the sentence, Geza began to take a seat in one of the trees in the middle of the grove. The severe injuries left him suffering and needing to rest. So, when he got it, a relieved breathing sound came out, he relaxed the strength while thrusting his legs forward relaxing the muscles so that the bleeding did not get worse.

Molting itself can actually be done now, the master can get the shell harder than before. But, if for the regeneration of the internal organs in total, it seems to take a week or two.

"Pretty long."

Actually it is already included quickly compared to ordinary humans. After all, it is not just regeneration that is a benefit. With molting and new fighting experience, the master will continue to grow significantly stronger.

"Haha, right also .. with a stronger shell, that magical girl's blade might not penetrate my body again later."

The lobster that was in Geza's jacket pocket started to walk out on his own, slowly crawling away from the child's body.

*posh

After forming a slight distance, a small smoke appeared around his body. From the white concentrated gas billows, appeared the body of an adult man who was previously dressed as a waiter. The lobster animus just now has changed into human form again.

"I'm sorry, sir," said the animus. "It should be magic forming a shell that previously was also still enough to ward off the girl's witch attacks. But ...."

"Haha, yes, you've lost your magic against that witch. That's why he could hurt me."

"..."

Gosta's response was slow with feelings of guilt.

Normally, Amalia's knife cannot directly injure Geza, the texture of the weapon is similar to my weapon. So, when Amalia managed to stab and pierce Geza's body without any problem, it meant that her hard skin was included in the magic bestowed from her animus.

"I shouldn't have let that witch fight you alone. The possibility of winning two against two is still higher than the one-on-one fight just now" Geza explained, analyzing his defeat.

"Sorry, Sir."

"No, that was my fault, too. At least now I know that the act of time was too reckless and underestimated the power of witches."

"The witch should have an animus, too, sir. If we weaken him first, neither the woman nor the man named Kaivan, they will both be helpless."

"That may be true, but I won't."

"Why, Master?"

"If you can think like that, they think so too. In the end their preparations would be made to keep the animus from reaching my attack. Anyway ...."

"After?"

"Again, attacking something weak is unpleasant. With my strength growing steadily, I can destroy them at their maximum. Haha, after I recover, the fight will be easier with my impregnable defense, their condition and our condition have changed. Haha!"

In his recovery now, he could still laugh positively. The wounds that perforated many bodies seemed not to suffer, he looked at all of them with blisters that could be healed by being spat on. His mind continued forward, ignoring the negativity in his body to reach his present goal.

"... However, it's naive that you think changing conditions are only about your advantages."

"...!?"

"Hh!? Who's that!?"