A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 874: Little Garrett, What Spoils Do You Want?

"Senior Sister!"

Garrett was both surprised and delighted. He called out, exhaling a long sigh of relief, his whole body collapsing:

Thank heavens, Senior Sister is here! Cirilla won't get hurt!

He let out a breath, hanging limply on the Silver Dragon's claw, his entire body softening. Grand Mage Philby stood on air, lightly nodded, and smiled:

"Well done, little Garrett. ——Cirilla, how are you? Are you hurt?"

As she spoke, she lowered her hand, opened and closed it. Countless bolts of lightning shot from her fingertips, converging into threads and forming a net below.

Garrett looked in the direction of her fingertip and saw the silver lightning weaving into two light cocoons. One cocoon lay motionless on the ground, seemingly with the person inside unconscious;

The other cocoon stood upright, its shape shifting constantly. Garrett guessed it was the spellcaster, still struggling a bit?

Why bother?

Why struggle?

Senior Sister is here, you can't escape...

Garrett shook his head. Above, the wind howled, and Cirilla flapped her wings twice, slowly lowering him to the ground and returning to human form herself:

"I'm fine..."

The Silver Dragon girl pouted, a bit puffed up, looking defiant. Grand Mage Philby smiled and patted her in the air:

"Alright, alright. Our little princess did very well. ——You didn't kill that guy in the end, mainly to protect Garrett from getting hurt, right? If it were just you, you would have taken them down long ago, right?"

"Exactly!"

The Silver Dragon girl immediately straightened up. Grand Mage Philby laughed:

"So, Cirilla is quite capable, just lacking experience and not having seen enough big moves. Next time you see it, you'll know how to handle it, right?"

"Mm! Mm!"

Cirilla nodded vigorously. Grand Mage Philby glanced at Garrett, who seemed hesitant to speak, and said slowly:

"That light arrow just now was the result of a Level 12 Radiant Bishop using his lifelong power, sacrificing a body, soul, and will of the same level. With the help of an artifact, he connected to their core belief and triggered a downgraded version of a divine descent spell."

"Then..."

Garrett blurted out two words but immediately stopped. After thinking for a moment, he condensed all his thoughts into one sentence:

"Level 13? Level 14?"

"Could be Level 14." Grand Mage Philby felt the light arrow leaping in her hand. Even covered by a cage of lightning, it still struggled violently:

"You certainly couldn't take it, Cirilla. Next time, remember not to use your wings to block."

"Oh..."

Cirilla nodded dejectedly. The Grand Mage looked at the two young ones, then at the barbarian trembling on the back of the Silver Moon Deer, struggling back to his original spot, with a smile in her eyes:

"Alright, you did well this time. Come on, little Garrett, Cirilla, and you guys, what spoils of war do you want?"

"Huh?"

Garrett was stunned. What? Distribute spoils of war? Senior Sister, you killed everyone, and even saved us. Now you're giving us spoils?

Senior Sister, you're too kind to us!

Grand Mage Philby pursed her lips and chuckled. With a slight wave of her hand, "thud, thud," two bodies fell to the ground. Meanwhile, the nearby light cocoon dispersed, transforming into countless lightning bolts that flew into her palm.

Only a few thick lightning chains remained, binding the warrior's body, placing it alongside the other two corpses:

"Come, come, pick one of these three corpses——"

"Why are there two more?!"

Garrett's voice almost cracked. Just kidding, three people were already a tough battle, barely surviving. If there were two more and Senior Sister hadn't come, wouldn't he have died here?!

"Because there were originally five." Grand Mage Philby looked at her little junior brother, almost jumping, with a playful smile:

"Did you think they reached you because of a defensive lapse? The council used you as bait to kill a few and give them a warning. Then, you'd have peace."

She lifted her head slightly, sneering at the opposite shore:

"From this perspective, even if you did nothing today, you should still get a share. Come, pick one, dissect it? Or sell it to the Black Crow Swamp for other resources?"

Garrett shivered, shaking his head vigorously. Honestly, if it were the long-frozen corpses in the Black Crow Swamp, he'd be willing to take them back to the mage tower as teaching materials.

But these were people who had just come to kill him, especially the warrior who was alive minutes ago. To dissect them...

No, this "kill and dissect immediately" style reminded him of a notorious unit, and he couldn't bring himself to do it.

The Grand Mage sighed regretfully. Little Garrett always had some inexplicable moral standards, inexplicable compassion, unwilling even to sell corpses to the Black Crow Swamp.

However, maybe it was because of this that he always received more care and favor. After all, no one dealing with him had to worry about being sold out one day:

"Alright then——do you want this sword? Give it to Bernard? Such a heavy weapon suits him..."

The warrior's heavy sword floated inexplicably, slowly and steadily gliding towards them. Seeing the electric light flashing on the heavy sword, Garrett could easily deduce two points:

1. The iron content or iron-like metal content of this heavy sword was quite high;

2. Senior Sister had definitely mastered magnetic levitation technology! Definitely!

The heavy sword floated close, landed silently, and settled without a trace. Garrett looked at Bernard, who squatted to grip the sword hilt, then tested its weight, and bowed respectfully:

"Thank you, Grand Mage. But this weapon doesn't suit me——"

He stood straight, gripping the bone club on his back:

"For me, a big bone club is better."

Grand Mage Philby nodded, indicating she understood, and didn't insist. She grabbed casually, and a crack appeared in the distant light cocoon, from which a longbow flew out:

"How about you, Cirilla? Do you want this bow?"

"...Not really."

Cirilla glanced at it briefly and looked away. Grand Mage Philby glanced at the longbow behind her, which, though ornamental, was hollowed out, decorated with engravings, and inlaid with gemstones.

Alright, the bows dragons liked were indeed not like this...

She wasn't offended, swept her hand, and all the corpses and weapons on the ground were collected into her space equipment, disappearing. She grabbed again, and the distant light cocoon and the warrior lying on the ground were pulled close:

"You can't handle the rest. I'll take them back, strip out the valuable parts with other schools, calculate the price, and give you a share later. Little Garrett, don't worry!"

"Not worried, definitely not worried!"

Garrett nodded fervently. Not to mention the share later, even without it, it was right. Senior Sister had followed him for so long and dealt with the biggest danger; shouldn't she take all the spoils?

He didn't care, and Cirilla cared even less. The Silver Dragon girl stared at the depths of the forest, puffing up, clenching her fists. Clearly, she was still pondering the previous battle, figuring out how to fight more effectively and increase her chances of winning...

Grand Mage Philby took their reactions into account, smiled slightly, and stepped into the air, flying upward. Rising above the treetops, she suddenly looked down and called out:

"Little Garrett, be careful later. Remember to change your appearance, and have Cirilla change hers too——can Bernard and the White Deer shrink a bit? Anyway, be careful outside, don't get caught!"

"Okay..."

Garrett answered bitterly. This is tough. The Disguise Spell, though just a Level 1 illusion spell, was easy to learn but hard to master. He memorized the spell model long ago, but using it on himself——

He barely ever used it!

His attempts at self-makeup were horrifying. Changing his shape and appearance with magic? Garrett had tried once, with the result being a scene akin to entering a hall of mirrors...

And how to shrink Appa? This huge deer was too conspicuous. If it could become the size of a normal horse, that would be great... but he hadn't practiced Animal Shrinkage Spell!

He always feared spells like Enlarge and Shrink! During the Enlarge Spell, how does mass increase? What fills it? Do organs and blood vessels enlarge too?

During the Shrink Spell, where does the reduced mass go? Are internal organs and bones compressed or hidden?

He couldn't imagine; dissecting it terrified him——dissecting a subject under a spell's influence meant live dissection!

He couldn't do it!

Grand Mage Philby tossed the problem to her junior and left. Returning to Nevis, she followed the usual procedure to distribute the spoils, extract magical equipment. The bodies and souls, dissected or bound as needed——

Then, the Grand Mage, carrying parts of the bishop's body and relics, especially those proving his identity, stormed onto the battlefield. Surrounding her, thousands of lightning bolts bloomed like flowers, tearing through the holy array's light screen:

"McCawlin!"

Her clear voice echoed across the battlefield. Explosions roared below, arrows rained down, but nothing suppressed Grand Mage Philby's lone voice:

"Here's the assassin's corpse back to you! Set a small trap, and you charge headfirst, the council thanks you for your contribution!"

With

a wave, a lifeless, shrunken head wrapped in a half-tattered robe floated down. It fell into the kingdom's camp and exploded. Lightning splattered, eliciting screams from knights on the perimeter:

"Remember next time, fight on the front lines, stop thinking about assassinations all day!"