In the eastern part of the city, there’s a small hospital established and managed by Sebastian’s friend. It was built with red bricks and stone but cozy inside. People often went to visit for check-ups, noble or not, it welcomes all.

“Ah!” Macro cried in pain when Sebastian poked his wounds. They went to the clinic right after they left the store.

“Not bad,” Sebastian said while nodding his head. “It will be better if it bleeds,” he added and squeezed the wounds harder.

“AH! Mi-milady, h-help!”

Latina glared at the man who seemed to enjoy abusing the lad. She couldn’t do much to help the boy dress his wounds,...