“Did you say Princess Mezzlen’s blood type is CS-UR?”

A familiar voice echoed behind me, making me slowly turn my head.

“…Yes?”

“It’s a relief that she’s still alive. Prepare the blood transfusion spell immediately.”

“…Professor Harold? Are you planning to use the blood transfusion spell yourself?”

“I just heard there are only two hours left. Do we have the luxury of confirming my identity right now?”

“I-I’m sorry! I’ll prepare things right away…”

With Harold’s sudden appearance, the church infirmary became bustling. While I stood there in a daze, trying to process what was happening, I felt Ethan’s hand …