"Where is Sister Anna?"

Nanava heard the sound of footsteps coming from the stairs, and hurriedly ran to the door to look over, but was disappointed to find that the person coming was His Highness the Prince.

"She is still working, maybe she will come over later."

"Work?" Nanava often hears the word from the prince recently, "Do you mean burning those gray mud powder?"

“At present, that’s the case.”

Nanava pouted and returned to the table. I also had a job. She wanted to stay here and treat those injured in defending the town.

"Why, Anna is not here, I feel bored?" Roland smiled, pulled out a chair and sat by the fireplace.

"Well," Nanava responded honestly with her chin. It was not that she didn't want to treat those injured, but... it was just that, it was too terrible.

She still remembered the scene when she first treated Brian. The man seemed to be soaked in blood. The reddish-brown blood clots were clotted on his chest, and his mouth was like a dehydrated fish. He opened and closed and spit out red and white blood foam. Then... he fainted.

It's so embarrassing.

Nanava raised her head and looked at Roland secretly, and found that he was leaning against the chair and snoring. It seemed that the prince was tired, and she thought that building a city wall, training soldiers, and protecting the town from evil beasts was also his job.

When he asked himself to come here, although she hesitated for a long time, she did not refuse.

"You will also encounter some things that make you want to live, even if you struggle to live." - Nanava can't quite understand the meaning of this sentence, but when she closes her eyes, Anna will appear in her mind - those blue eyes are like lakes, slowly surrounding her, which is why she promised Roland.

She wanted to be as strong as Sister Anna.

The sound of footsteps suddenly sounded downstairs again, and Nanava jumped off the chair, trying to see if Anna was back this time, but was stopped by an invisible hand.

"Wait, there are more than one person."

Nanava patted her chest and said dissatisfiedly, "You scared me, Sister Nightingale."

The door was quickly pushed open, and it was Brian, who was stationed on the first floor. "Miss Pine, please come down and someone was burned."

Is this going to work?

Nanava took a deep breath, "I get it."

She walked downstairs, and the two guards were busy lifting a cry of people to the bed. There was a small man standing next to him, with anxiety on his face. Brian walked forward and tied the injured hand and foot to the bedside. The guard then set up the small man and walked out of the room, and pulled the curtains for partitions.

"What happened?" Roland asked, rubbing his eyes and walking downstairs.

"Your Highness, a serious injury has been sent to the mine cave on the North Slope. It looks like it was burned by something."

The prince walked over and glanced, "It was a steam burn. There would be no problem with the first machine, right? Where is the person who sent him?"

"In the foyer," Bryan pointed to the direction of the door.

"I'll ask about the situation, and I'll leave it to you," Roland walked towards the exit.

Nanava slowly rubbed to the man and glanced at him with her own light. She saw that the facial features on his face were blurred, and the red skin turned into a dehydrated white, strands of hang on her face like rags. Her neck was covered with bubbles as big as bowls, some of which were broken, and the oozing mucus and blood scattered a piece of pillow. Under the swaying fire, his appearance was even more terrifying than the devil in a nightmare.

She took two steps back, closed her eyes, and opened it again, her father was looking at herself with concern.

"Are you okay?"

Nanava nodded, thinking about what Roland had told her - "Just treat the wounded as a small animal, treat the wounded." She walked back to the bedside and stretched out her hands.

An incredible feeling emerged from her body and gathered little by little in her palm. She saw a wisp of liquid emitted light green fluorescence flowing out of her palm and dripping on the injured person's face. Although the fluorescence was so obvious, others turned a blind eye to it. Then the wound changed, and the scalded skin continued to fall off, and the new skin grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The injured man's painful moan gradually stopped, his breathing became stable, as if he was falling into a deep sleep.

Nanava breathed a sigh of relief. Her performance this time should have improved a lot compared to the last time, right?

"Oh my God, is this what Your Highness calls healing power? This is the first time I have seen it," exclaimed Tigu Pine, "Good daughter, you are so amazing!"

"It's simply the power of the gods," Brian sighed too. "I was also the helping hand of Miss Nanava when I was injured. Thank you so much."

Ah, this idiot, Nanava covered her face, didn't he know that Sister Nightingale stole her from that day?

"When was that happening," Tigu said strangely, "why don't I know?"

"Cough... her power has nothing to do with the gods. It only belongs to the witch himself." Roland lifted the curtain and returned to the room, coughing twice to change the topic, "How is the injury of the person sent now?"

"Basically healed," Brian said excitedly, "as if he had never been injured at all! Your Highness, with the help of Miss Nanava, everyone has the opportunity to survive in the battle of Demon Moon!"

"As long as you don't die on the spot, it's not a big problem to save your life," the prince nodded and signaled Brian to wake the man up, "You're called Tietou, right?"

The man called Iron Head sat up and looked confused, "I... am I dreaming?"

"No," Roland said, "you're still alive."

"You are...! I have seen you in the square!" The man seemed to suddenly wake up, turned off the bed and fell to the ground, "Your Highness, did you save me?"

"It was the eldest lady of the Pine family who saved you, a witch with healing power."

Nanava's heart tightened. Could she say that she was a witch so directly? Sure enough, the other party's eyes changed when he looked at her, "Female... witch? Your Highness, they are not devils..."

"What are you talking nonsense?" Tigu stood up and shouted dissatisfiedly, "My daughter has nothing to do with the devil. She is the one who saved your life. Do you think the devil will lend a helping hand to you?"

"No, no! Please forgive my misogynistic behavior," Tietou immediately lowered his head deeply, "Thank you for saving my life, Miss Pine."

Nanava suddenly felt inexplicably uncomfortable. She wanted to rush out of the room immediately, but a voice repeatedly reminded her in her heart, "Be strong."

After Tieto was sent away, Tigu asked worriedly, "Is this really good, Your Highness? In this way, my daughter may not be able to live a normal life."

"Think about it better, Mr. Pine," the prince comforted, "only by breaking the deadlock at this time, can Nanava gain real freedom in the future. Otherwise, as she grows older, she will be exposed one day, and by then she may have to live a life of isolation."
Chapter completed!