Princess Seraphel heard the voice from the [Healer]’s clinic. She paused on one of her walks around the town. She was half-tempted to peer into the clinic, but after a moment, she sighed and moved on. It was unbecoming of a [Princess] to snoop. And if there had been a bar fight or something, she had missed it.

Inside the clinic, Idelt was flexing his hand with a grimace. A shamefaced Cara was watching the

[Healer]—their version of a doctor—examining his hand.

“Just bruised. But you said you broke the wall?”

“With a single punch.”

Violetta breathed, almost proud.

“Expensively.”

Cara put in. She saw Idelt wince and winced herself. The [Innkeeper] had not been happy, and only the explanation that Cara had been testing her new Skill had mollified him. Even so, they would be paying for that. Idelt had in fact taken an order at a hefty discount to cover the fee.

The man himself flexed his hand and gave the [Healer] a look.

“So it’s alright to heal?”

“Yes it is. You just bruised your knuckles. No infection; not so early. I’ll apply a bit now.”

The [Healer] produced a tonic. Cara didn’t understand what the problem was.

“Why did you need to check for broken bones first, Idelt?”

“You don’t want to heal a broken bone with a potion unless it’s set right, Miss.”

The [Healer] informed Cara stiffly. He shook his head.

“Or when a wound’s infected. Healing potions just increase the infection. Drop a potion on a festering wound and it triples in size. Or worse…”

Important information to know! Cara blanched. Idelt and Violetta focused apprehensively on the knuckles as three drops of potion were applied.

But the red, torn skin and beginning of a purpling bruise faded. The [Healer] clapped his hands.

“Perfectly healthy. That will be two silver.”

“Really? That’s not much, sir.”

Idelt got a weary smile from the old man.

“It wasn’t much potion, and it was the work of a moment to check. I am still charging you, Mister Idelt.”

“Let me. It’s my fault, anyways. And I can’t even pay for the wall.”

Cara held out the two silver coins she’d earned. Idelt opened his mouth to protest, but she handed them over and the [Healer] accepted them with a nod. He turned to Idelt.

“How did you break a wall with a single punch, sir? Let alone a wall made in Afiele? The inn might not be a village house, but it’s made to stop undead attacks like every other structure.”

“I panicked. I saw a horrific—”

Idelt looked at Cara. She scowled.

“It was a smiling face.”

“It was a monster. I’m going to have nightmares.”

Violetta announced. The emoji had traumatized her. Cara threw up her hands.

“It’s cute. Friendly!”

“That seems like a subjective matter. Would you be able to show me, Miss?”