“Tch, what a shame. We could have just left him.”
“Hmph, so he survived.”
“The Lord must not be ready to welcome you yet, Brother.”
“Mm, I forgot for a moment.”
“Your arms and legs are fine. As long as they're not cut off, they're fine.”
“Is a Frokk the same as a person? I don't know if you're alright, Sir Ragna.”
Ragna heard those damned words just before he passed out. Thinking about who the last two were, they seemed to be Rua Garne and Lopode. The one who said he forgot in the middle must have been Enkrid.
The first was the barbarian, the next must have been the wildcat. Ragna, skipping over the intermediate thought process, opened his eyes and said.
“One hand is enough.”
If you added the omitted words, it meant that even if all of you came at him, one hand would be enough. So it was also a way of telling them to come at him regardless of his injuries.
“There's no need to cut off your arm, you know?”
He thought he had only closed and opened his eyes for a moment, but that wasn't the case. The ceiling was unfamiliar, and a woman he'd never seen before was staring at him. It was Anne, who called herself a Healer.
She stared blankly at the blond Ragna and said.
“Rest. For a few days, you need to eat well, rest, and take your medicine regularly.”