“Hey, are you angry?”
“We’re not angry.”
“No, we’re not angry.”
“You must be angry! Why on earth did you bring me to the hospital?! You said the spell dissipated successfully!” I shouted at both girls on the verge of tears. Sure, deep down I appreciate the doctor. But that doesn’t mean I want to be in a hospital. I still detest hospitals, and that’s not going to change in the future.
“Well, it would be better if we get some tests just to be sure. What if the spell still persists?”
“Yes, maybe that woman just wanted to kiss Kyle.”
“Girls…”
They scare me. Those two have an icy look. Perhaps all of this was a mistake. Was it wrong for an old man to melt for a beautiful woman?
“Was the kiss… wrong?”
“Yes, it was inappropriate.”
“Even if she’s a world-renowned saint, kissing Kyle would go against the gods, wouldn’t it?”
“Really?”
“Exactly.”
“W-wait…”
As I stand there perplexed, both push me from behind.
“Let’s go in.”
“It’s better if we do.”
Unable to resist the pressure, I walk through the hospital doors.
***
“Oh. Looks like you’re still alive.”
“It hasn’t even been a week, damn… This doctor has issues…”
“It seems you’ve improved a bit in your way of talking to me. Any good news?”
“…”
“It seems that beneath Lucia’s mask lies a beauty.”
“…”
“Did I hit the mark? Well, I’m glad. It seems you’ve been successfully freed from the spell.”
As he talks, the doctor reviews my medical record.
“Indeed, the spell has been dissipated. Yes, I think everything is fine.”
“Ah… what a relief. Both confirm that I’m okay, then.”
“What a relief! By the way, Kyle kissed Lucia!”
“And it was a passionate kiss! Yes, it bothers me!”
“Oh… did you kiss someone? Despite your age, you’re lucky.”
“Hey! You have no right to say that! And I don’t like being called ‘despite your age’.”
“Prefer young girls? You seem somewhat bitter.”
“…I’m leaving. Let’s go back to the hostel right now.”
Just being here is wearing on my mind. Plus, I have no allies here. I just want to leave already.
“Wait a moment. I have a request for you.”
“Ah… I’m busy, you know?”
“It’s not bad. Basically, I’m your savior, so you should listen to my request.”
He has a point. Despite my displeasure, I should listen. I sit back down and look at the doctor.
“You see, there’s a material I desperately need, very rare and dangerous. There are no adventurers who can get it, you know?”
As he speaks, the doctor smiles maliciously.
“Please bring me about five Ogres.”
“Eh?”
“Yes.”
“You can really ask with a smile, can’t you?”
“Besides, they have physical resistance.”
“Eh…? You can really ask with complete calm, can’t you?”
The Ogre’s classification is S.
Typically, this would be a difficulty level that would require military intervention. And on top of that, they have physical resistance. Is this doctor really insane?
